The Alpha's forbidden Siren

Back In The Game

Chapter 4

Lila’s POV (in Lyra’s body)

Walking back into the school was… weird. The building looked exactly the same, but it didn’t feel the same. The air smelled like wet grass and chalk dust, like always, but this time, it didn’t choke me—it felt almost… familiar, like I owned it. Not Lila. Lyra. Stronger. Smarter. Dangerous. And richer than I’d ever been in that life.

I kept my bag strap over my shoulder and walked slowly, letting my presence glide me through the students. Some of them stared, whispered, tried to figure me out. New girl? Transfer? Some of them probably thought I was a ghost. Perfect. Let them think that. They had no idea.

And then I saw her. Aria. Sitting on the bench by the library, laughing with her clique like she still ran the school. That smile—smug, untouchable. My pulse sped up, but I forced my legs to keep moving. Calm. Calm. Focus.

I bumped into her. Purposely.

“Oh!” Aria gasped, taking a step back, eyes widening.

“Sorry… my fault,” I said, voice soft, almost innocent, but my eyes bored into hers, cold, sharp.

Her eyebrows lifted. “Wait… you? Is it… you?”

I shrugged like it was nothing. “Yeah… back.”

She blinked, then quickly covered her confusion with a polite little smile. “Oh… um… welcome back, I guess.”

I nodded lightly, pretending to study the school, but my eyes never left her.

“So… uh… I heard… about Lila,” she said, voice hesitant. “It’s… awful… everyone’s talking about it.”

I tilted my head, letting silence stretch. “Yeah… that’s one way to put it.” My voice was calm, but fire boiled beneath my skin.

She shifted nervously. “I mean… the accident… it’s just… strange. No one knows… um…” Her eyes flicked nervously at me.

I smirked faintly. “Where the body went?” I said softly. Her reaction was perfect—unease, guilt, confusion. Let her stew in that.

“I… I don’t know… everyone… like, they’re still searching,” she stammered. “It’s… it’s missing… completely.”

Good. That foreshadowing worked. A missing body, a perfect cover. Someone or something had taken it, and I made a mental note to use that later. For now… Aria.

“So… you… look… different. You’ve… grown, or… something?” she asked, still trying to sound casual.

I tilted my head, letting the faint shimmer of my eyes catch the sunlight. “Yeah… I changed. A lot. Don’t worry… I’m still me.”

Her smile wavered. I liked that. I wanted her to feel the shift, to understand that Lila was gone. I wasn’t the weak girl begging for mercy. I was something else. Something she’d regret ever crossing.

“Wow… really… you… really changed,” she said, glancing away.

I let a tiny, slow smile curl my lips. “Yeah… big time.”

A pause. The distant chatter of students filled the silence. She fidgeted, unsure of what to do next. “You… you don’t have to… I mean… I didn’t—” she began, but I interrupted.

“Save it. I don’t need your apology. Not yet,” I said softly, almost teasing. Let her realize she was no longer in control.

I turned to walk away, slow, deliberate. Each step was calculated. I could feel her watching me, hesitant, unsure. She muttered under her breath, “She… she’s… different…”

Different? Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.

I kept walking down the hallway, letting my eyes scan the crowd, observing the whispers, the glances, the stares. Some students tried to act casual, but it was clear they noticed something. My presence wasn’t subtle anymore. I caught a couple of them sneaking looks at me, their mouths opening slightly, closing when I caught them. That’s right. Let them wonder. Let them fear.

As I passed the cafeteria, a group of girls who used to be Aria’s friends whispered loudly enough for me to hear:

“Is that… her? Lila?”

“Lila? No… she’s… different,” one said, uncertainty in her voice.

I smiled faintly, savoring it. Different… yes. That’s exactly what I wanted them to think.

I glanced back at Aria. She was standing near the staircase now, pretending to check her phone, but I could see her eyes. Wide. Nervous. Unsure. Exactly where she belonged.

“You… you’re really back, huh?” she called out, voice trembling slightly.

“Yes… I’m back,” I replied, calm and confident. “And I’m not… Lila anymore. So… watch carefully.”

She tried to open her mouth, probably to argue, to apologize, to throw some fake charm, but I didn’t give her the chance.

I passed the classrooms, keeping my stride slow, my shoulders straight. I felt power thrumming beneath my skin, reminding me I wasn’t human anymore. Every nerve alive. Every sense sharper. Every thought clear.

I could see the fear in her posture without even trying. It was satisfying, yes, but also… it reminded me of everything I’d lost. Everything she had taken from me. My innocence. My peace. My life.

And then, as if to finalize the moment, I stopped in front of her, just long enough for her to meet my gaze.

“You… really think you can get away with everything you’ve done?” I asked, voice soft but deadly, letting just the tiniest tremor of anger slip in.

She blinked rapidly, swallowing, trying to compose herself. “I… I… I don’t—”

I raised a finger slightly, cutting her off. “Don’t. Say. A word. Not until I’m ready. You’re going to listen to me… and watch. That’s all.”

She nodded, gulping, her voice lost somewhere between fear and disbelief.

Good. Perfect.

I walked past her again, letting her see the faint glow of my eyes. Every step deliberate. Every glance calculated. I wanted her unsettled. I wanted her to feel powerless.

As I passed the library, I paused for a second, letting the whispers of students wash over me. I could hear them talking:

“Is she… serious?”

“She’s… different. I’ve never seen her like that.”

Exactly. Let them talk. Let them watch. The old Lila was dead. Gone. And Lyra… me… I had arrived.

I glanced down the hall again and saw Aria still staring, frozen near the staircase. I smiled faintly to myself. She had no idea what was coming.

And then my thoughts drifted to the missing body. It was still nowhere to be found. Convenient. Too convenient. Someone… or something… had taken it. That would be a story for later. But for now, Aria was the target. Everything else would follow.

I could feel my power humming beneath my skin, a faint pulse through my chest, reminding me of what I could do. Every nerve alive, every thought sharpened.

“Morning, Lyra,” a teacher called from the hallway. I barely nodded, keeping my face neutral, letting her see the faint shimmer of my eyes. They weren’t human. They were mine. And soon… Aria would find out just how deadly that could be.

I continued through the halls, feeling every stare, hearing every whisper. Each glance, each movement, each muttered word—it all built my plan, built my anticipation.

By the time I left the school grounds, I whispered under my breath, almost like a promise:

“Aria… everything about you is mine now. And I’m going to make sure you regret the day you tried to ruin me. Just… wait for it…”

The streets were quiet, but my mind wasn’t. My plan had begun. Lila was dead. Lyra was alive. And Aria… she was about to pay.