Begining Of the New End
1517 Words
I stared at the lavender silk dress Clara had laid on the bed. It was soft, simple, and light against my skin.
It was nothing like my past life. Back then, I spent hours hiding behind heavy makeup and dark, stiff clothes just to fit Michael’s idea of an Alpha-consort. I thought looking sharp and mature would make me his equal.
Instead, I only looked like someone else.
Today, I wanted to look like myself.
“Miss, you look radiant,” Clara whispered as she brushed my hair softly. My waves fell naturally over my shoulders, free of heavy pins or complicated braids.
“You look just like your mother,” she said quietly. “But are you sure? Without the dark colors and makeup, you look so young… so delicate.”
“Hm,” I said, looking at my reflection.
My skin was clear, my lips held their natural color, and without the thick liner, my eyes looked wide and innocent.
Finally, I got the chance to change things that I’d regret eight years later from now on.
In this world, bloodline was everything.
My father, Commander Alaric, was a legendary Alpha, stronger even than the King. Everyone believed I would inherit that same terrifying power. They saw me as a future Alpha.
But I knew the truth.
Tonight was the night everything would fall apart.
In my past life, when the moon reached its peak at the palace, I didn’t shift into a powerful Alpha wolf. I collapsed onto the marble floor, my bones breaking and reshaping into the smaller frame of an Omega.
The silence afterward hurt more than the shift itself.
I still remembered the look on my father’s face the moment he realized his perfect heir was “broken.”
And Michael…
I closed my eyes. The moment he learned I was an Omega, everything changed. His warmth disappeared instantly, turning cold and distant. He didn’t even help me up from the floor. He only stood there, staring at me like I had already become useless to him.
“An Omega?” he had said back then, his voice full of disappointment. “All that training… for an Omega?”
At the time, I was too desperate for his love to understand the truth. I thought he was upset for me. I didn’t realize that was the moment he stopped seeing me as his partner.
“Clara, get the car ready,” I said as I stood up. “And make sure Micheal wouldn’t get access to our mansion ever again.”
When I stepped outside, Michael was leaning against his silver sports car. In his white suit, with his blonde hair glowing under the morning light, he looked like the perfect prince.
“Colette! You’re finally—”
He stopped the moment he saw me. His dark eyes moved over my lavender dress and bare face.
“What is this?” he asked. “Where’s the black lace dress I sent? And you didn’t even do your makeup. You look like a child.”
“The dress looked like funeral clothes, Michael,” I said as I walked past him. “I wanted to wear something comfortable for once.”
“Comfortable?” He quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. That possessive grip used to make my heart race, but now it only disgusted me.
“Colette, what’s gotten into you?” he said. “It’s your awakening day. You should look powerful. You’re representing the Commander, not going to a garden party. You look… weak like this.”
I stopped and looked at his hand around my wrist. Then I slowly raised my eyes to his, letting the amber glow show in my pupils.
“Let go,” I said.
The sharpness in my voice made him flinch. His hand pulled away instantly, like he had been burned.
“You’re just nervous,” he said quickly, trying to recover. He gave me that familiar crooked smile he always used when he wanted something. “I understand. The pressure is a lot. But once you shift and everyone sees your Alpha form, we’ll announce our pairing. You’ll become the most powerful woman in my Pack.”
The most useful woman, he meant.
“I’m not nervous, Michael,” I said as I stepped into the black SUV. “I just wish to live however I want.”
I looked at him through the closing door.
“Don’t wait for me at the ceremony. I have my own entrance to make.”
As the car drove away, I watched Michael through the rear-view mirror. He stood there in the driveway, confused and annoyed.
He was waiting for his future Alpha Queen. Waiting for the power and influence he thought I would bring him through my father.
But he had no idea.
Tonight, I would awaken as an Omega again.
Only this time, I wouldn’t be crying on the floor. I would stand tall and watch him realize that the girl he thought was weak was the one who would destroy everything he cared about.
“Clara,” I asked, looking at the tablet, “did the broker move the funds?”
“Yes, Miss. Your mother’s accounts are empty now. Micheal won’t find anything.”
I leaned back against the leather seat, feeling cold satisfaction settle inside me.
In the past, I gave Michael most of my mother’s inheritance after the awakening ceremony just to make him happy.
Before the ceremony, I had even promised him that if he proposed to me that day, I would give him everything.
But this time, he wouldn’t get a single penny from me.
The drive to the palace was strangely peaceful. In my past life, I had been overwhelmed with anxiety. Today, my mind was calm.
When the SUV stopped, the scents of countless Alphas. Their powerful auras used to suffocate me, but tonight, my silent wolf stayed calm. She waited.
The moment I stepped onto the red carpet, whispers spread through the crowd. Without the heavy makeup and dark clothes I used to wear for Michael, I looked completely different.
“Is that the Commander’s daughter?”
“She looks like a lunar spirit.”
In my past life, I faded into the background. Tonight, dressed in lavender silk, everyone was staring at me.
“Colette.”
My father stood at the top of the marble stairs, his powerful aura filling the space. His eyes paused on my dress, and for a second, I noticed mixed emotions in his expression.
“You wore it,” he said quietly. “The lavender dress I sent for your eighteenth birthday. It was your mother’s favorite color.”
I froze. My heart skipped a beat.
In my past life, I had never seen this dress. On the day of my ceremony, my closet had been empty. Michael told me my father forgot to send me a gift, then gave me that stiff black dress instead.
For years, I believed my father didn’t care enough to remember me.
But now I understood the truth.
The dress had never been forgotten. Michael had taken it from me and had gifted it to his mistress.
“It’s a beautiful dress, Father,” I said, my voice steady despite the cold rage blooming in my chest. “Thank you for sending it.”
He nodded, unaware of the truth I had just discovered.
“There’s no need to pressure yourself,” he said. “Even if you’re not an Alpha, you’ll always be my daughter.”
My heart skipped a beat.
This had never happened in my past life. He had never said anything like that to me before.
Before I could process it, the heavy doors opened.
A man stepped out, his pheromones carrying the cold silence of a graveyard, rain, ancient wood, and deathly calm.
The Second Prince.
Aurelian Dimitri Noctaire
In my past life, I had been terrified of him.
Now, I watched him walk straight toward me, ignoring the nobles around him. He stopped close enough for his silver eyes to lock onto mine.
“Smoky vanilla and soft colors?” he said quietly, taking my scent and looking me over. “Strange choice for someone expected to become a bloodthirsty wolf tonight. Did the Commander dress you like this to hide the monster inside?”
I didn’t look away.
“What are you suggesting, Your Highness?” I asked as I tried to hide from his eyes.
A slow, dangerous smile appeared on his lips. He leaned closer so only I could hear him.
“You really don’t know?” he whispered. “The wolves here are tired of Alphas, Colette. Give them something they’ll truly fear instead.”
Then he gave my father a respectful bow and walked away.
“What did he say to you?” my father asked sharply.
I smoothed my dress and looked toward the ballroom.
“He said I look like my mother,” I lied softly. “And tonight, I’ll make sure everyone remembers her name.”
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