A new identity
1571 Words
~ Diana’s POV ~
“We’ve lost all hope about it. I feared she might pass away soon.”
“No! My daughter must not die. This wouldn’t have happened,” a shrill voice whimpered. I strained my ears, trying to use my heightened sense for any clue of where I was. As I listened, a night owl's gentle hooting echoed in the distance, but my senses failed me as I embraced the darkness.
My eyes fluttered open, to see a fancy chandelier hanging from a white ceiling. The smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils, making my stomach churn. As I moved, the person beside me stirred rubbing his eyes.
“Where am I?” My voice was hoarse like I hadn't spoken in ages. I tried to take in my surroundings. I was lying in a king-size bed, surrounded by plush gray-colored carpets, and walls lined with rich, dark wood paneling.
I squinted my eyes in confusion. My room was decorated in pink—this was not my room, nor Alpha Rolf’s.
The mid-forties man beside me was staring at me, his eyes widening. Before I could say anything, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace.
“You’re alive!” he cried, his voice filled with an emotion I couldn't place.
I coughed, struggling to breathe as he squeezed me. “Yeah, I’m alive.” Then it hit me. “I’m alive?” My eyes grew wide as the realization set in. I pinched my cheek, feeling the soft skin beneath my fingers.
“I can’t believe I’m alive!” I screamed, my voice trembling, blinking back the tears that formed in my eyelid.
The man wiped tears from his face, but I wasn’t focused on him anymore. I needed to see Alpha Rolf, to tell him—tell him what? My thoughts were a chaotic jumble.
He would probably think I made it up but nevertheless, he needs to know.
“Where’s my mate? I need to tell him something,” I demanded, panic rising in my chest.
Memories of Lisa, Emilia, and my mother-in-law’s betrayal flooded back, and I rushed out of the room, my heart pounding in my ears.
“Malia, don’t hurt yourself! You can tell him later. Let the pack doctor examine you first,” the man called after me, but I barely heard him. I reached the top of a grand staircase, its luxurious brass railings glinting in the light. I heard whispers with unfamiliar faces, pointing at me, their faces a mix of shock and confusion.
“Malia, come back here right now!” the man’s voice echoed down the hall. I turned, my face contorted in confusion.
“Who the hell is Malia? Where am I? I need to see my mate!” My body trembled as a terrifying thought began to take shape. My reflection in a floor-to-ceiling window caught my eye, and I gasped, my breath hitched in my throat.
Staring back at me was a woman I didn’t recognize. Her hair was long and platinum blonde, cascading down her back like liquid silver. Her skin was flawless, porcelain, and her eyes—emerald green, bright and piercing—were nothing like mine.
“No! This can’t be real!” I screamed, clutching my head as the world spun around me. My vision blurred, and I felt like I was being pulled into a vortex as I stumbled backward. The room fell quiet as every eye darted to me.
The man rushed to my side, trying to steady me, but his touch felt foreign, wrong.
“Malia, I told you to stay still! You’ll be fine, just calm down,” he pleaded, smoothing my hair as if trying to soothe me.
“Where am I?” I whispered, my voice shaking. I wasn’t asking him— turning back and forth with hands on my hair like I would go crazy.
“You’re in the Crescent Moon Pack, in Sawnfield,” a voice echoed in my mind, distant yet familiar. I struggled to comprehend the words, my thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of confusion.
Another man entered the room, dressed in a lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck, confirming my worst fears. This wasn’t my pack’s infirmary.
“How are you feeling, Miss?” he asked, bowing slightly, his voice calm but detached.
“My head hurts… a bit,” I managed to reply, barely holding onto my sanity.
“It might be the aftermath of lying in bed for a while,” he said, as if that explained everything. But his words only made my heart race faster.
“For a while…? How many days have I been unconscious?” I asked, my voice trembling with dread.
“Two months and three days,” he mumbled, and I screamed, the sound ripping from my throat like a wild animal.
“Two months? I’ve been lying here for two freaking months?” I turned to the hazel-eyed man and the doctor.
“What the hell happened? Why am I here? Why am I still alive? I thought I had died, the flashing image of when I was kneeling with hands in my stomach, the pain and the triumphant grins on their faces, there’s no way I would and no theory can prove this except…” These thoughts tumbled out lingering in my mind and I shook my head, my heart hammering against my chest, but no one would have answers—no one.
“I need to sleep. Please, leave me alone,” I muttered, my strength draining away as tears welled up in my eyes. The hazel-eyed man nodded, gently dismissing the doctor.
“What about you?” I asked, turning to him. I didn’t know who he was, but something about him felt... familiar. It was as if those pieces that weren’t mine were setting in.
“I won’t leave you alone after everything that’s happened, I almost lost you” he sighed, his voice cracked. My heart twisted at his words and I winced.
“But I need to rest please, could you just give me some time alone”, I obliged furrowing my brows.
“If that’s what you want… at your honor, Your Highness,” he added, trying to lighten the mood with a forced smile. He leaned in and kissed my forehead—a gesture so tender, so alien to me, that I gasped.
“Who’s this man? Where am I?” I questioned no one in particular mumbling to myself in the large room.
“Your father”, A voice chimed in.
“Father--”, The words felt foreign against my ears, never had I called the name in ages. I backed away in fear looking around in the room.
“Was I talking to myself and replying back?”,
“No, you are not”, The voice sounded again. I stumbled to the full-length mirror, my hands trembling as I touched the unfamiliar face staring back at me. This woman—this Malia—was breathtakingly beautiful, with hair like spun gold and eyes like precious gems. Her body was perfect, an hourglass figure that seemed too good to be true.
“This isn’t me… this can’t be me,” I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks as the reality of my situation sank in.
“What the hell happened? How am I in another body?", Different questions lingered in my mind.
Did I swap souls with this woman, take over her life, her body… but why?
“That's exactly what happened, you have been granted another life. I am Celeste, Malia's wolf”, The voice replied and I shook my head in disbelief, I not only took the body of the woman but I also had a wolf.
“I am alive and also have a wolf”, My excitement died down the moment I realized something.
“What happened to the owner of the body?”, I questioned, my tone wavering at the possibility that she might also find herself in my body if I didn't die.
“She’s dead, she's lost all will to live and the Moon Goddess granted you her soul”, Celeste answered in my head which I found a bit weird and hadn't grown accustomed to it. I sighed heavily, losing all will to live. Could there be someone like that?
“But why?", I questioned, still pacing back and forth in the room.
“I have no answers to that", Celeste answered, sounding so down, her voice almost a bit off, almost like she was forcing herself to answer my questions but I understood, she must have missed the real owner of the body. The information was a bit much to follow, so I sat down for a long time, counting the odds.
“What about my baby? Will I still have my baby?” I cried out, clutching my stomach, terrified of what this new reality meant for my unborn child.
“You’re still pregnant,” Celeste reassured me, her voice ringing in my ears.
I heaved a low sigh tightening my fists. I had been given a second chance, a new life in this strange body. And I would use it to the fullest, I would make them pay. I wiped my tears off, raising my chin.
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