TRANSMIGRATED: I CAN HEAR THE PYSCHO ALPHA'S INNER VOICE

Oneminute,Iwasamedicaldoctorrushingtowork.Thenext,IwokeupasalowlyomegainsidethepagesofmyfavoritewerewolfnovelThePsychoAlpha.AlphaZacharyBlack.Thecruel,ruthless,dangerouslysexyAlphaoftheRedwoodPack.Thesamemanwhokillsanyonewhobreatheswrongaroundhim.Especiallywomen.Hehatesthem.Despisesweakness.Andhedefinitelydoesn’tbelieveinlove.Andhechosemeashispersonalomega.Butthere’ssomethingwrongwithme.Icanhearhisthoughts.Notjustrandomthoughts.Dirtythoughts.Dark,possessive,obsessiveonesaboutme.Hisso-called“personalomega.”HethinksI’mweak,fragile,breakable…buthealsowantstoruinme,claimme,devourme.Everytimehelooksatme,hisinnervoicescreamsthingshislipswouldneverdaresayoutloud.Ishouldbeafraidofhim.Ishouldrunfar,faraway.Buthowdoyouescapesomeonewhoownsyourbodyandnow,wantsyoursoul?Worse,he’sstartingtosuspectI’mnotwhoIsayIam.BecauseI’mnotjustChristy,theomega.I’mastrangerinthisworld,tryingtosurviveaplotIalreadyknowendsinblood.