Fuck!!!! I'm Having The Alpha Princess's Baby.
Chapter 296: What Happened To My Memory?
Beam watched as Princess and Asha sang karaoke. The two Alphas looked drunk as fuck. Princess might still have been in her right mind, but Asha was a lost cause. She was leaning heavily against the microphone stand, her hair falling into her face as she slurred the words to some cheesy pop song, her heavy breathing static over the speakers.
Princess wasn’t much better. Her cheeks were flushed red under the neon club lights, her blazer slightly crooked on her shoulders as she shouted into her own microphone, her foot tapping offbeat to the music.
Beam could only stare. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, letting out a long, exhausted breath through her nose.
"I can’t believe I skipped school today just so I could see this..." she muttered to herself, her shoulders slumping as she leaned against a high counter.
"Are we going home or are we not going home?" Peamah asked his sister. His deep voice boomed right over her shoulder, his chest heaving with irritation.
Beam had completely forgotten he was around. She flinched slightly, her hand going to her heart as she looked up at her massive brother.
"Go back to your post," Beam said, shooing him away. She waved her hand frantically in front of his chest, trying to push his bulky frame back toward the main doors.
Then Peamah noticed Princess singing. He stopped in his tracks, his large jaw dropping slightly as he watched the alpha hit a completely wrong note, her laugh echoing loudly through the microphone.
"You’ve got to be kidding me. Aren’t we supposed to be looking for that slim, tall bathroom peeper of a boy? What is she doing?" he asked, disappointed by the scene. He had been harassed where he was stationed just to walk into this nonsense. He had spent the last hour dealing with handsy club patrons at the door, his muscles aching, only to find his sire’s woman doing drunken karaoke.
"I’m calling Faye because missing today’s practice shouldn’t go in vain." He growled,
Peamah turned and left the club to find his sire.
Beam simply ignored him. She watched him leave before turning her attention back to her friend, who was making a fool of herself. Princess had just slipped slightly on the stage, catching herself on Asha’s shoulder while the small crowd cheered ironically.
"So..." Kyle approached her. He slid into the space Peamah had just left vacant, a smug grin plastered across his face. "Another wrestle?"
"I already won, twice. I’m not doing that again with a loser like you," Beam replied. She didn’t even look at him, keeping her eyes locked on the stage as her lungs drew in the smoky, liquor-filled air of the lounge.
"I’m no loser. I’m a strong good looking guy, and the only reason I let you win was because you happen to be a girl. I let girls win." He puffed out his chest, leaning back against the bar to try and look bigger than he was.
"Your bait isn’t working because I’m not going to chew on it." Beam said flatly. She turned her head slightly, giving him a cold, deadpan stare that showed exactly how little she cared about his pride.
That alone shut the boy up as he searched for something else to say. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, his fingers tapping against his belt loop while he racked his brain for another topic.
Then....
"So, when Princess mentioned that Kiara cheated, was she referring with you, or did Kiara have a third lover?" he blurted out.
Beam just stared at him. Her heart gave a sudden, hard thud against her ribs, her throat going dry in an instant.
"What are you talking about, dog face?" she asked. Her voice stayed sharp, but her breathing caught for a second, her posture going completely rigid.
"Stop calling me that. Just because you made me fall into dog poop doesn’t mean I am one," he said, trying to sound mature. He cleared his throat and adjusted his collar, looking around to see if anyone was listening.
Then he leaned closer and lowered his voice, a sneaky, gossiping energy rolling off him as his face crowded her personal space.
"Last summer, I saw you and Kiara in the woods... you know."
He winked mischievously and made a scissoring gesture with his fingers. He grinned wider, nodding his head up and down like he had just won a prize.
Beam looked at the gesture. She understood what he meant but had no idea what he was talking about. Her mind went completely blank, a cold sensation washing down her spine as she stared at his moving fingers.
"Stop saying stupid things. Your bait is getting weirder."
"This isn’t bait. Why would I make something like that up? I saw it with my own eyes, and I even made a video as proof. I was going to use it to blackmail you this summer, but you never showed up." Kyle snapped, his frustration clear as his breathing turned shallow.
"You are lying. Kiara and I have never even kissed, let alone seen each other naked or done what you’re implying," Beam said. Her fingers curled tightly into her palms, her knuckles going pale as she stared him down.
Kyle pulled out his phone and played the video.
The sounds coming from it were so loud, high-pitched gasps and heavy breathing rattled out of the tiny phone speaker before he choked the sound down with his thumb.
Beam watched in shock. Her eyes widened, her chest freezing completely as she looked at the screen.
She was seeing something she didn’t remember ever doing.
Yet it looked strangely familiar.
Almost like something from one of her dreams.
"That’s fucking AI. I’ve never slept with someone in the woods, not with that girl..." Beam said. Her voice shook slightly, her hand reaching out to push the phone away from her face as her lungs finally started working again.
"Are you serious right now? The truth is right in front of you, and you’re still denying it. You’re really good at pretending.... AI? You think this is AI? Why would I spend an entire year creating something like this? This was taken last year, and it was real," Kyle said, frustrated by her reaction. He threw his arms up, letting out a loud groan.
He had never imagined she would go this far just to deny it. He thought she would break, beg him to delete it, or offer him credits, but she just looked completely lost.
"I don’t remember this..." Beam whispered.
"Whether you remember it or not, I know you were having an affair with your best friend’s girlfriend. I’ve got to get a drink first and get all this out of my system," Kyle said before giving up on the confusing girl.
Beam stood alone, trying to remember. She forced her brain to dig into the previous summer, searching for the heat of the woods, the sound of the wind, or the taste of Kiara’s lips.
But nothing came. It was like staring into a black hole, a solid wall of nothingness blocking off months of her life.
She began questioning everything and wondered why Princess had called her a cheater. The pieces were starting to smash together in her head, the heavy weight of Princess’s glare from earlier suddenly making a horrible kind of sense.
Her gaze drifted to the Alpha, who was now letting a random woman draw a tattoo on her arm.
Beam clutched her own forehead, her breathing shallow and frantic as the room started to spin.
"What happened to my memory?"