Chapter 2

Xenra

This is insane! 

How can this be happening to me? I begged her to let me be reborn to take my revenge. 

Shouldn't she have gotten the hint that I wanted to be reborn as a vampire Queen, not whatever the hell this was?

Apparently, the woman thought this was funny. She made a cruel joke out of my situation!

Releasing a sigh, I accepted my fate based on compulsion. I asked for a second chance at life and I got one. The best thing to do was utilize it.

Returning my gaze to the mirror, a set of scarlet orbs stared back at me. Although strange, it was somehow relieving she let me retain my terrifying eye colour. 

It would traumatize me if I wind up with those random blue eyes. Squishing the chubby cheeks for mental approval, a grin broke out of my face. 

It felt so warm. So alive. 

I touched my chest and just as I suspected, I heard the gentle beats of the human heart. Unlike my cold, silent, heart.

“What can I say? Thank you, Moon Goddess,” I winked charmingly, secretly hoping my good spirits would soften her heart toward making this condition a little more temporary.

Stepping out of the bathroom, slightly comfortable with my ‘fat’ reality, my eyes dropped on the corpse sprawled on the floor. My nose scrunched in disgust but I needed more information about this place. 

Squatting to his level, I touched his temple, praying inwardly that being stuck in this body wasn't paramount to losing my abilities. Luckily, the Moon Goddess knew the boundaries of a joke, no matter how cruel it was. 

The corpse vibrated under my touch but instead of relief, it brought me agony. For decades, I had been wrapped in the arms of a man I thought I loved, let him cling to me like a love-stricken puppy, yet somehow I didn't notice his ulterior motives.

The thought infuriated me. There were countless opportunities to see through him, read into his ambition but I was too blinded by love to notice. All I wanted was to lie in bed with him and chat away like a fool. Look where that got me!

I keyed into every little detail, no matter how meaningless, except the very one that mattered. My lover’s ambition.

I shook my head, pushing the regrets aside to focus on the man before me. 

My expression went blank, giving space for the disgust to settle. 

All the while, I was cosy in my little dark world; species were advancing. Mutating? Because what the hell is this madness?

Are wolves blood-crazed as we vampires that they seek to suck blood now?

That wasn't the most surprising of it all. This fat girl who looked absolutely harmless and vulnerable in the mirror was not exempted from this madness. 

From the flow of thoughts from the corpse, I discovered the body I was currently occupying was that of an omega. Not just any omega but one bound in the shackles of blood slavery. 

What was I supposed to do with the body of an unfortunate blood slave? With each information I got from the dead man, it seemed like my new body would cause me more trouble. 

I was barely able to collect my thoughts when the door suddenly opened and a woman entered the room. From her apparel, I could tell she was some sort of maid. Her face paled out the minute she saw the corpse. 

I raised a brow at her trembling figure. Why is she acting like it's her first time seeing a corpse? 

Her breathing grew heavy as pointed shakily at me, the horror on her face escalating with each passing second. 

"You... you... killed Alpha Kent!” 

My head tilted slightly as a bored expression played on my face. I knew exactly what I had done. I didn't need her to point it out. Granted, I didn't the haggard-looking thing was an Alpha. 

“You… won't get away with this! I will inform the pack… you will pay… you can't…”

My eyes narrowed coldly at her. 

“Keep talking, and your head will be lying beside your weak, spineless Alpha!” I snapped. 

Her eyes widened but then I heard heavy footsteps stomping into the place. It was obvious the woman had already declared her despair over their mind link or whatever means of communication they used now. 

Now was no time to fight. Perhaps as Vampire Queen, I could have easily taken them down but in the body of a lowly blood slave? It was better not to take risks. 

I dashed for the window, climbing on it without hesitation. Grabbing the frame with one hand, I exhaled and jumped, descending into the pit of darkness.

As I ran through the blanket of darkness, I heard her screams, echoing in the night. I cussed inwardly as I ran. The silly woman was going to wake everyone up. 

I barely made it far when I heard the gnashing of teeth and howls. Wolves were chasing me!

Goddess, I hope you're having a good life cause this might be the last time I'll ever entertain you. 

With the headstart, I managed to outrun, fleeing north. I had to get home. The whole point of this was to kill that traitor and reclaim my throne but this body got easily worn out. 

With each minute I stopped to rest, I could hear the snapping of branches and howls getting closer, pushing me to continue the run. The exhaustion I hadn't felt for almost a century descended heavily on me. 

These men were relentless, I gave it to them. They must have been so loyal to their Alpha that they didn't mind chasing the murderer for days. 

I thought about facing them squarely and commanding their obedience. For decades, I have studied the norms and practices of the wolves. If a wolf killed their Alpha, it automatically made them Alpha, right?

But the thought sounded like a mere fallacy in the face of my discovery of blood slavery. If they were now sucking blood, there was a possibility that the whole kill the Alpha thing had evolved. 

Catching my breath, I suddenly realized the reason for my exhaustion. I was human, running from wolves when I could have easily transformed.

“Okay, how does this work again?” I mumbled, pacing back and forth. “Hey, Wolfie, if you're in there, can you maybe say hi?”

No response.

Okay, let's try this again. Focus, Reach for the inner energy. Free your mind. 

I shut my eyes and relaxed. Shutting out everything, I tried to reach for whatever was within me but I felt nothing.

“Great!” I hissed. 

Maybe there was something I was missing. Force.

I got under the moonlight and tried to force whatever was hidden within me to come out, but once again, my efforts were futile. 

The situation was frustrating. Was I going to like my second life with so much misfortune?

Not only was I a lowly blood slave, but a wolfless omega!

I was going to rant to the moon goddess when a twig snapped behind me. Afraid that the wolves caught me, I dashed further into the forest, occasionally glancing back.

For a moment, it seemed like I was able to shake them up, but just when I stopped to catch my breath, I misstepped, and something clawed my feet. 

I tried to reach for it but I was suddenly pulled up, dangling upside down in the air. 

“Another Omega! Goddess be praised!” A gruff masculine voice exclaimed, emerging from the trees with a large group.

Damn it! Bloody slavers!

Goddess three, Xenra zero.