Olivia’s POV
It’s been three days since I arrived at Alpha Damien’s mansion, and I hardly stepped outside my room. It wasn’t like I was locked in... it was my own choice.
Alpha Damien had been busy. He only visited at night, checking on quickly before rushing off again. I could see the tired look in his eyes every ti—like sothing heavy was weighing on him. I didn’t ask. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn’t about . Probably pack problems.
I sat on my bed, hugging my knees, and thinking about that picture I saw in Sofia’s room. The picture of her... and the girl beside her. The girl whose face I was now wearing. Who was she? Were they close? Were they sisters? Friends? Where is she now?
My mind wouldn’t stop asking questions I had no answers to. I just wanted to know the truth, to know whose face I now wore.
My throat felt dry. I needed water.
I stood, left the room, and quietly made my way downstairs. The house was peaceful, and every servant I passed lowered their heads in respect. I forced a smile, trying to look normal—even though inside I felt like a stranger in my skin.
When I entered the kitchen, I found an older woman there. She was wiping her hands with a towel and turned toward with a bright, warm smile.
"Luna Becca," she said sweetly. "What would you like?"
I froze.
Becca? That was a nickna. It seed... she knew the owner of this face.
"Do you rember ?" I asked cautiously.
The woman chuckled, placing a hand on her hip. "Of course I do, my dear. You used to spend hours in this kitchen trying to teach those Indian als. Miss Sofia, your best friend, would always laugh and say, ’Becca thinks she’s a chef now.’" She smiled at the mory, her eyes glowing.
My heart dropped.
The girl in the photo was Sofia’s best friend.
I leaned against the counter, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy.
The woman stepped closer, lowering her voice. "I must say... I never expected you and Alpha Damien to be a thing."
I looked up at her, startled.
She held up her hands. "Oh, don’t worry. I’m not judging. Alpha Damien says you’re mates now, and I believe him. But still... back then, you once told you were engaged to soone else. You were so in love... I rember your eyes lit up when you talked about him."
I looked away, the lump in my throat growing.
She gave a sad smile. "Wherever Miss Sofia is, I believe she’d be shocked... maybe even hurt. To know her best friend and her man ended up married. But... she left him first, didn’t she?"
I didn’t respond.
Because I didn’t know how to.
I wasn’t Becca.
But I was living in her face... wearing her story... taking her place.
And now... I was married to Alpha Damien. Her best friend’s man.
That was who I was now, at least to them. But I didn’t know her life. I didn’t know what she liked, who she loved, or what she left behind. I didn’t know anything.
I needed answers—but I had to be careful. If I asked too many wrong questions, soone might suspect sothing.
So I forced a small, nervous smile and stepped a little closer to the cook.
"I’m sorry," I said gently, "Have I seed... a little off lately?"
The woman tilted her head in concern. "No, dear, why do you ask?"
I looked down, pretending to fidget with my fingers. "It’s just... ever since I got sick a few weeks ago, I’ve been forgetting little things. The doctor said it was mild amnesia from stress... nothing serious, but sotis mories get fuzzy."
Her eyes widened. "Oh dear. I didn’t know that."
I smiled faintly. "I didn’t want anyone to worry. But I was hoping... maybe you could help rember a few things?"
She softened imdiately. "Of course, sweetheart. Anything you need."
I nodded, heart racing.
"Can you remind ... how did I et Alpha Damien again?"
Her expression brightened. "Oh yes. Miss Sofia invited you over three years ago, rember? She said you were just sightseeing, curious about how a werewolf pack works."
She chuckled. "You told us you were human—always so wide-eyed and curious. You’d wander the pack grounds asking questions about everything."
I blinked, pretending the mory was coming back. "Right... and I stayed for a while?"
"Three months," she said with a fond smile. "You stayed exactly three months. And honestly, we all got used to having you around. Even Alpha Damien seed to beco friends with you too."
I nodded slowly, trying to piece it all together in my mind. "Then I left?"
She nodded. "Yes. You said you had to return ho. Sothing about your fiancé, I think. You never said much, but I could tell you were torn."
She sighed. "Then, not long after—maybe three months later—Miss Sofia left too. It broke Alpha Damien. He didn’t speak of it, but it was clear."
"And now..." she looked at with a kind expression, "Now you’re back. And mated. The Moon Goddess must’ve written it this way."
I forced another smile, but my heart was heavy.
Where is the real Rebecca? And why did Alpha Damien give her face knowing she was Sofia’s best friend? Was this so twisted ploy to make Sofia jealous... to draw her out?
Was that his plan?
"Are you okay?" the elderly woman asked, and I forced a nod. She smiled and turned to continue what she was doing, but out of curiosity, I spoke.
"I heard the Luna of the Full Moon Pack is dead...Is that true?" I asked, wanting to know if she had any information to give . I wanted to know what was going on with the triplets. I was scared... worried about them... how were they taking the news of my supposed death.
The cook sighed and shook her head with sympathy. "Yes... we heard it and also heard her morial ceremony is taking place tomorrow..." she sighed again. "Poor girl was beheaded, her body and chopped head delivered to the triplets alphas..."
My eyes widened in shock.
Beheaded? That’s how they said I died?
The room suddenly felt colder, like the air had been sucked out. My heart started pounding in my chest as the cook went on, clearly unaware of my discomfort.
"Such a painful way to go... I just pray the Moon Goddess brings justice."
I nodded stiffly, not trusting myself to speak. My lips were dry. My stomach churned.
Beheaded... That’s what the triplets saw?
How could Alpha Damien do that? And his witch? Whose body did they use? How did they make it look like ?
And then it hit .
What if it was Rebecca? The real owner of this face.
My hand flew to my mouth as nausea rose in my throat.
Did they... kill her?
Did they murder her just to make disappear in the eyes of the world?
No. No, no.
I could feel the walls closing in on . I couldn’t stay there a second longer.
"I... I need to lie down," I said quickly, turning away before the cook could ask anything more.
I hurried out of the kitchen, my hands trembling, my chest tight.
The mont I reached my room, I slamd the door shut behind and collapsed onto the floor.
Tears burned my eyes, but I couldn’t even cry properly.
So this was it?
This was how Alpha Damien planned to keep hidden? By killing soone... and putting her headless body in my place?
I was trying to control my breath... to stop myself from thinking about it when suddenly the door to my room pushed open, and I perked up to see Alpha Damien step in, his expression unreadable.
I swallowed hard, wiping at the corners of my eyes quickly before standing to my feet.
He looked around the room briefly, then locked eyes with . "We have to leave," he said firmly.
I blinked, confused. "Leave?"
He stepped closer, voice calm but tense. "The Head Council election is in three weeks. My spies tell that a few of the candidates running against are getting desperate. They’re planning sothing stupid. Dangerous."
"What kind of dangerous?" I asked slowly, fear rising in my chest.
He sighed. "They’re planning an attack. A bombing. On this pack."
My eyes widened.
"Not because of the pack itself," he continued. "But because of . They want to take out. Eliminate before the election. They think it will give them a better chance."
He paced once, then looked at seriously. "I can’t risk staying here anymore. Not just for my safety—but for the people who live under . They don’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire."
I stared at him, still struggling to understand what he was saying.
"We’re leaving," he repeated. "Pack your things."
I swallowed hard. "Leaving where?"
He looked at , his eyes dark and full of impatience.
"To a pack bigger than mine. A pack more powerful. A pack they won’t dare touch. One whose na alone keeps enemies from breathing too loud."
I didn’t breathe.
"Where?" I whispered, though I already knew.
He exhaled slowly.
"A pack every other Alpha fears attacking."
My heart pounded.
"A pack so strong, even the thought of attacking it would be suicide."
Then he looked dead in the eye.
"We’re going to the Full Moon Pack."
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