(RHEA'S POV - IN ATLAS' BODY)I groaned as Daisy’s hands pumped faster.“Daisy, I’m close—ah!” I gasped, unable to contain the sensation coursing through me. It slipped away the moment Daisy applied a bit more pressure on my shaft.“My gosh, Rhea! You got my face!” Daisy exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and somewhat amusement.“Oh… Oh!” I stammered, mortified as I saw the mess I'd made. I moved to clean up the white substance on Daisy’s face, but she waved me away. “S-sorry, Daisy!” I mumbled, trying to shake off my lightheadedness.“Nah, don’t mention it,” Daisy said as she wiped her face. She disposed the stained tissue into a plastic bag that a maid like her always carry around. “You know, I was still skeptical about you changing souls with the Alpha, but… I guess. The fact that you apologized so much to an omega like me, makes me believe you.”I nodded gratefully, relief flooding through me. “I appreciate that, but please—”“Don’t tell anyone else. Got it. Your secret is saf
(RHEA'S POV - IN ATLAS' BODY)"Stay away!"As I entered the room, my gaze met Atlas's, and I could immediately sense the tremor in his voice, thick with anger and humiliation.Instinctively, I backed up upon seeing my own body reacting to the fear and distress radiating from my own presence.It was disorienting, being inside Atlas form yet feeling the emotions of my own body so acutely. Sympathy washed over me as I saw him in such a weakened state, a pang of guilt gnawing at me for the ordeal he had endured.Then, in a sudden burst of desperation, he grabbed a handful of hay and hurled it at me, his actions fueled by pain and anger.But the hay fell short, a feeble attempt to defend himself against an invisible threat. I halted in my tracks, raising my hands in a gesture of surrender, a silent plea for peace."Atlas, it's me!" I called out softly, my voice trembling with a mixture of reassurance and apprehension. "I’m not going to hurt you, okay?"I trained my focus on Atlas, gauging
(RHEA'S POV - IN ATLAS' BODY)“Recent surveys and patrols indicate that the pack's territory remains secure... However, there have been reports of increased activity along the western border.…”I chanted those words like a mantra, frustration lacing my tone as I attempted to make sense of the report.Did I understand any of them?I could only wish.I was buried in paperwork when Kaida knocked on the door, her urgency cutting through the monotony like a sharp blade. Each knock echoed my mounting irritation with the endless reports scattered across my desk.As I struggled to decipher the complexities of pack security, doubts crept into my mind. How was I supposed to lead effectively when my experience was limited to serving as a maid? Atlas's memories, while helpful, could only guide me so far in this unfamiliar role."Alpha, it’s me. I have something urgent to report," Kaida's voice broke the silence, offering a welcome interruption to my inner turmoil.Looking up, I sighed heavily, s
(ATLAS' POV - IN RHEA'S BODY)I couldn't just stay still and rest in the converted stable, not with the memory of Lucien's satisfaction lingering in my mind. The pain of him violating me, ramming into me relentlessly, was unbearable.So, a few minutes ago, I made the decision to trace my original body's scent, that familiar scent of dark wood and mud, and followed it to its source. It led me to the site of Lucien's punishment.With fury burning in my eyes, I approached the tied-up Lucien. Perhaps due to my weakened state, he noticed my presence later than usual."Oh, if it isn't the tattletale Rhea?" Lucien chuckled, raising his head to look at me. "What? Missed me? I bet you feel quite hollow down there already—Ow!"I squeezed his nuts out of sheer rage and irritation. The pain contorted Lucien’s face, but it was far from over.I had found a small but sturdy log on my way to Lucien’s punishment site, and now I was hitting him with every ounce of strength my new body could muster.I s
(ATLAS' POV - IN RHEA'S BODY)"What the hell do I do with these?"I held up the knife and a bulb of garlic, my expression a mix of bewilderment and irritation. My confusion echoed throughout the empty room.Frustration simmered within me as I stood alone in the expansive kitchen, the stainless steel appliances gleaming in the dim light. Befuddled, my eyes wandered over the tools before me—the pan, the knife, the cutting board, and all the other kitchen stuff.Oddly, at times like this, I was reminded of some of the werewolves I had slept with in the past. Those people had a knack, if not professional skill, in culinary arts. I just had to approve their cooking after savoring some of the food they prepared for me.A pang of regret struck my chest.In my past life, I had plenty of offers and chances to learn how to cook from those individuals. Yet, I abandoned them altogether, thinking that my chosen chefs would always do the work for me in Nightspire.Now, standing in this kitchen, str
(ATLAS' POV - IN RHEA'S BODY)Among them, one stood out with a tattoo decorating his furless toned abs, a stark contrast to his fur-covered companions.Its color, a dark hue—blue? Purple? Anything that wasn't exactly black.Wait... I had seen that symbol before.The memory of my death, where my chest was forcefully split, somehow crept up to my current body.It was Geisterfell's insignia.The realization dawned like a bitter sunrise: these werewolves were from Geisterfell…As the realization dawned, a tidal wave of anxiety and trauma crashed over me, pulling me under its suffocating weight. Pain lanced through me like shards of ice, each memory a dagger to my soul. I curled up instinctively, seeking refuge from the onslaught of emotions, my chest constricting with the weight of past life deathly wound.The air felt thick, suffused with the acrid scent of fear and despair. Panic surged within me, urging me to flee, to escape the clutches of my tormentors.Adrenaline coursed through my
(RHEA'S POV - IN ATLAS' BODY)Nightspire might not be abundant in its fisheries, but the western part of it had long been designated as the pack’s biggest fish market. From an eagle eye point of view, West Nightspire might appear odd compared to the rest of its area: fish market halls where vendors sell their seafood; fishermen’s lodges, residential buildings close to the docks; and the urban layouts with crowded streets and warehouses.And since that place was Nightspire’s most open site for outside contact, Daisy had told Rhea to trust her connection to investigate what was happening in Nightspire western border.Nightspire might not be abundant in its fisheries, but the western part of it had long been designated as our pack’s biggest fish market.From an eagle eye point of view, West Nightspire might appear odd compared to the rest of its area: fish market halls where vendors sell their seafood; fishermen’s lodges, residential buildings close to the docks; and the urban layouts w
(RHEA'S POV - IN ATLAS' BODY)As if on cue, Shadow returned bringing news. “Grandma Willow! There’s a ruckus just uphill!”Without another word, I sniffed the air, catching the scent of my own body which Atlas was inhabiting. Without further ado, I dashed towards the direction of the scent.“I’ll wait for the securing team here. You two, assist the alpha!” I could hear Grandma Willow giving orders behind me.With the remaining two mercenaries, I continued to follow Atlas’ scent. My heart pounded in my chest, each step filled with a mixture of fear and determination.The forest around us seemed to close in, the shadows deepening as we moved closer to the source of the disturbance. Every rustle of leaves and snap of a twig heightened the tension.Arriving at the crime scene, I saw Atlas—my body—surrounded by four werewolves. One of them was Lucien!Without hesitation, I ordered the mercenary soldiers to move ahead and engage the attackers. The mercenaries sprang into action, their movem