Betrayed Luna's Fated Mate

-Brendon-

It was time to go hunting. I stormed out of Celeste's room after she had told me something that made my blood turn cold, and I knew that her brother would be behind me. It was time we gathered a good group and went hunting for the fucker who had obviously assaulted Celeste. She said she couldn't remember others, therefore, these images must have been something blocked by her head, and now they were coming back to her. It all made sense. During traumatic events, the head sometimes blocked out to help a person cope with what had happened to them, and the process of getting them back could be uncomfortable or directly painful. I just couldn't believe I had missed this. I couldn't believe I had not seen it, but since Celeste couldn't remember it happening, then she wouldn't even know she was keeping something from me.

"Hey, Brendon, in a hurry?" Jason joked as he saw me coming into one of the game rooms where he was playing poker with the rest, just enjoying his evening after a long day of work. "Come!" I told him.

"What?" They all gazed at me, confused.

"We are going hunting."

"Hunting?" Jason asked.

"For the guy who touched your sister without permission."

"What?" Jason was out of his chair in a second when a deep growl left him, and it shook the walls. "Say that again."

"Celeste is having old memories return to her. That's why she is behaving strangely. She told me today she saw something, and I know who it is we are going to kill," I informed him. "Who?"

"Zack, the next heir to the Moon Lake Pack."

A dark smile spread across Jason's lips as if he couldn't wait to get his hands on the fucker, and I couldn't wait either. He was dead after tonight, but just as the rest got up, Celeste came running, almost sliding over the floor because of how fast she was running.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just going on a little hunt," I explained to her before carefully placing my hands on her neck. "Everything will be all right, and when I get back, we can talk some more about it and get your help."

"Get me help?" she asked, confused, and I nodded. This was not something easy to deal with, and I hated that I hadn't known or how it happened, but I wouldn't leave her side. "What are you talking about?"

"Celeste, you don't have to hide it from us," Jason said. "Brendon has already explained everything."

"What? I didn't even get to finish my story," she explained before turning to me. "Can we talk for a moment?"

"After."

"No, now," she insisted.

"We have a hunt-"

"No hunt!" she said, then grabbed my arm and pulled me out into the hallway. We stopped a little further from the rest, and she crossed her arms, looking dissatisfied with me.

"What?" I asked. "He touched you, and I am going to cut his hands from his body for doing so."

"We don't even know if that happened," she reminded me.

"Celeste, what you're experiencing is a trauma response."

"Trauma response?"

"Your brain must have blocked the incident to protect you, and you're now remembering."

"But I don't even remember when or how. I just saw one image."

"It will come to you," I told her. "And it can be hard on you. You should have someone who could help you through it."

"But let's say this happened. Was it before you and me or after?"

"I would say before. I would have smelled someone on you if you had come back to our bedroom."

"But weren't you my first?" She asked, sounding almost like she pleaded with me for it to be true. I wanted it to be true as well, not so much because a virgin was important to me, but because I would hate to think her first time had not been consensual.

"I..."

"No, this is all wrong. It didn't happen," she said and began to pace. "It didn't!"

"Celeste, even if it did, you know I love you."

"What?" She stopped and turned to me.

"What?"

"Did you just say you love me?"

"I told you this before."

"Yes, but... You love me? Me?"

"Yes," I replied, feeling confused. "I have for a long time."

I reached out, but stopped myself if she now felt uncomfortable being touched.

"What are you doing?" she asked when she saw my hand expended in the air.

"I don't know if you want me to touch you."

"Of course I do," she said, and grabbed my hand. She gave me a little smile, but quickly turned serious again. "Listen, we don't know what I remember."

"We do."

"No, we don't. And you can't hunt a person, we don't even know if they are guilty. Let's leave it for now, until I know what is happening to me."

I wasn't sure I agreed with this approach. Zack was someone we all disliked. He was so full of himself, trying to compensate for the fact that his pack wasn't very big. He had slept with so many women, and he loved flaunting that around as well, so I wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't take no for an answer, but Celeste was determined. She didn't want us to go out hunting anyone until she remembered everything. "Okay?" she pushed.

"I can't say I agree with this," I told her.

"But you're going to accept it anyway," she chuckled with a little smile.

I sighed, then pulled her closer to me, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Just know I love you no matter what."

"I'm just very confused. Did I not seem to be having my first time with you? I mean, was there no evidence?"

"Evidence?"

"I know not everyone bleeds, but did I?"

"Now you're acting as if you can't remember any time we were together," I pointed out, hearing her sigh, then looking at me with a guilty look. "You can't remember?" "Not... really."

"Shit," I whispered. This I had no explanation for. Her old memories shouldn't have disappeared as well as her time with me. So why couldn't she remember anything? "Nothing at all?" "No," she sighed and looked down.

"What do you remember?"

"A lot of things. Just not us. Do you think someone did drug me?" she asked, and she looked at me as if I held all the answers for her, but I sadly didn't.

"I don't know, but I will help you remember, okay?"

She nodded.

"And to answer your last question, yes, it did seem like it was your first time," I told her.

"Then Zack probably didn't touch me."

I knew that wasn't quite guaranteed, but since Celeste didn't want me to go hunt him, then so be it.

"I wouldn't put it past him doing something fucked up," I said, seeing her roll her eyes. "But I will stay home."

"Good."

"Then maybe we can work on your memories," I suggested.

"How?"

I smiled a little teasingly, then took her hand, leading her with me. We passed the others, and I told them to be on standby for now before I led my mate back to our bedroom.