(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
(RHEA'S POV - IN ATLAS' BODY)"I'm sorry, Alpha," the mercenaries said as they returned, their expressions grave."The shooter threw a smoke bomb to cover their tracks and escaped too quickly. We couldn't catch them," one reported, frustration lacing his voice.I clenched my jaws, not liking the news.My brain thought of all things at once, trying to find a way to identify the shooter. My gaze then landed on Lucien's lifeless form.That’s right! There could’ve been a clue on his body.Thus, I moved closer to knelt beside Lucien’s body, carefully inspecting the bullet wound. To my alarm, there was a faint, ominous sizzle emanating from it.Tentatively, I reached out and touched the wound, recoiling at the sudden searing pain.“Shoot!” I didn’t expect it to burn that fast. It felt like I was touching a molten lava, my skin corroded in matters of seconds. There was only one dreadful explanation to this phenomenon: the bullet was made from silver!Silver—a lethal metal for all werewolves.
ATLAS' POVI cursed softly, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The ground was damp beneath me, the scent of soil and decay filling my nostrils as I fought to shake off the fog of wolfsbane still clinging to my system.“Why are you here?” The voice was heavy, unmistakable. Mortis.“He busted me out,” Lucien replied coolly, dropping the end of the metal chain wrapped tightly around my torso. “Figured I’d just bring him straight to you—let you do what you want with him.”Mortis's gaze hardened. “Why are you here, Lucien?”Lucien’s eyes lit with a twisted amusement. “Me? I’m just keeping my end of the bargain. You wanted Atlas under control, right?”“And you brought him here, to my base?” Mortis’s voice was calm, but I could sense the barely restrained irritation beneath it.“Yeah, so here he is,” Lucien replied with a huff, glancing at me one last time before stepping closer to Mortis. “I’ve done my part. I want out of this.”I looked up, locking my gaze on Lucien. My tongue worked
RHEA’S POV“Daisy,” I called softly, reaching out to my best friend.On her bed, she kept staring out the window, her gaze unfocused but intense, as if she could somehow see beyond the horizon. Every now and then, her shoulders would tense, and I knew she was thinking of Lucien.I felt a pang of guilt—not because I regretted stopping him, or letting Atlas deliver his punishment, but because I could see how much Daisy was suffering in the process.We were both here, confined to this hospital room to heal, but Daisy’s worry was tearing her apart. Her mate, Lucien, was likely in a torture chamber right now, facing consequences he’d brought upon himself. But knowing that didn’t make it easier for her.Slowly, Daisy turned to look at me, her expressive eyes filled with sadness. She had always worn her heart on her sleeve, making her emotions plain as day. If she had been in her werewolf form, I imagined her ears drooping, her tail tucked low—a picture of pure sorrow.“Rhea…” she whispered,
ATLAS’ POV“Ugh… fuck… my head…” Lucien groaned as he stirred awake. His eyes fluttered open, squinting against the dim torchlight that flickered in the cramped, dank cell.He slowly tilted it upwards, the surprise in his eyes was a sign that he knew he was bound against a rough, wooden stake. The iron chains wrapped tightly around his body.Lucien stopped struggling after a while and shifted his stare onto me. “I’m not into your play kinks, Atlas,” he sighed.From the hospital, I had taken Lucien into and underground prison in the Glorywayne manor. The same prison cell where Kaida died in my last life.“Thought you’ll stay dead,” I said, leaning back in my chair a few paces away. My tone was cold, deliberately distant. I had no intention of showing any sympathy.Lucien let out another groan, this one tinged with more annoyance.“Did you really have to knock me out, Atlas?” His voice carried a casual nonchalance that grated on my nerves. “I was just teaching that omega some manners, y
(RHEA'S POV)I lay in Atlas’s arms as the waves of pleasure subsides, the warmth of his body wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. We were both breathless, lost in the afterglow of our passion, and for a brief, blissful moment, the worries of what was about to come faded into nothingness.I nestled closer, resting my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. For those few precious seconds, it felt as if nothing could disturb the peace we had found in each other’s embrace. We were safe, together, exactly where we were meant to be.But reality has a cruel way of shattering even the most perfect moments.“Let me go!”A desperate cry echoed from somewhere nearby, jolting me back to the present. My body tensed, the tranquility of our moment together slipping away, replaced by a growing sense of dread.“Did you hear that?” I asked, my voice barely more than a hoarse whisper, though my senses were now razor-sharp.Atlas’s frown deepened, his expression darke
(DAISY’S POV)My steps reverberated on the stairs. I was heading up towards the VVIP ward where Rhea was staying. I returned to check on Rhea, thinking that she and Atlas had finished their conversation.There were still things that I wanted to clarify with her. About her feelings towards Atlas. Could she really be accepting the alpha or was she simply forced because of her circumstances as an omega mate to Atlas."Ah!"That was Rhea's voice!"Oh no!"My footsteps echoed even more as I hurried stepping up the stairs and eventually reaching Rhea's VVIP ward. My heart pounding with a sense of unease I couldn’t shake. Rhea had been through so much—too much, really—and I just wanted to make sure she was okay.I needed to see for myself that she was all right.As I get closer to Rhea’s room, I came to a realization that something completely different might've been happening to her."Atlas!"Then, I heard it again—Rhea’s voice, but this time, it was accompanied by something else. A low, dee
(RHEA'S POV)A sharp intake of breath that betrayed my attempt to remain calm. I kept my heads down, not daring to look up and see Atlas’ expression.I couldn’t remember the last time I experienced my heat in my previous lifetime, but I did remember the satisfied look on Lucien’s face when he almost had me in the poolside house. That memory alone was enough to send a shiver down my spine, tainting any sense of safety I might have felt.When Atlas touched my shoulder, I flinched. The reaction was instant, a reflex born from those painful memories. My body betrayed me, recoiling from his touch even though I wanted nothing more than to be close to him. Atlas immediately drew back, his presence retreating from the bed as if he had done something wrong.“Sorry. I should’ve controlled myself.” There was a slight tremble in his voice as he stepped away, guilt and uncertainty lacing his words.“You did nothing wrong, Atlas. It’s just… my heat.” My voice wavered as I tried to reassure him.The
(RHEA'S POV)“Rhea!” Atlas’s voice snapped me out of my daze.“What?” I blurted out, startled.He sighed, his voice tinged with impatience. "I was asking for your thoughts on the upcoming banquet. We’re on the brink of being wiped out—remember?"“Oh, right…” I stammered, my cheeks flushing with heat. I couldn’t believe I’d almost lost control and jumped on him.'What is wrong with me?' I screamed internally.The growing ache in my lower abdomen made me shift uncomfortably, hoping it would pass.“Sorry, Atlas. I don’t really have many ideas,” I confessed, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me.Atlas's eyes bore into mine, a faint growl rumbling in his throat—a clear sign of his irritation. But instead of the scolding I expected, he merely shrugged and continued applying the ointment.“Never mind. It’s probably better if you rest first. We can talk about it later,” he said, his voice carrying a note of resignation.“Sorry,” I mumbled weakly, lowering my head in guilt.A wave of d
(RHEA'S POV)“Oh, you’re here,” Atlas remarked, pausing just inside the doorway. His gaze settled on Daisy, who stood beside my bed, her posture stiffening at his arrival. In his hands, I noticed two small green tubes of ointment. “No wonder your ward was empty.”Daisy jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, clearly startled. “A-Alpha Atlas!”Atlas frowned slightly as he moved closer. “Are you alright? Did the hospital staff treat you poorly?”“No, not at all!” Daisy quickly shook her head, her hands flailing a bit in her haste to dismiss the idea. “The nurses were incredibly kind. They gave me my shots and medicine. I just left my room because I wanted to check on Rhea.”I could see Daisy growing more anxious as Atlas closed the distance between them.Sensing her discomfort, I turned to Atlas, who had stopped just a few steps away. “Atlas, you’re scaring her.”At this, Atlas blinked, as if suddenly aware of how intimidating he might seem. His expression softened, and he tilted his
(ATLAS' POV)The door to the examination room finally creaked open after what felt like an eternity."Alpha Atlas?" Wayne called, stepping into the waiting room where I had been sitting for the past hour.0He was carrying two thick bundles of documents, which I assumed contained Rhea's and Daisy's examination results. His expression remained professionally composed as he took the seat across from me. I straightened up, meeting his gaze with a steady resolve."Alpha Atlas," he began, his tone respectful but laced with a heavy seriousness, "we’ve completed all the necessary tests. There are some things you need to know."I nodded, bracing myself. "Tell me everything."“Please, follow me,” Wayne gestured towards a nearby office, a quiet space away from the bustling corridors of the hospital. Once inside, he closed the door firmly, ensuring our privacy. I took a seat opposite him, my anticipation growing with every passing second."First," Wayne said, opening a thick file overflowing wit