THE ALPHA'S FAKE HUMAN MATE

Chapter 1

100 YEARS LATER.

Her head buzzed as she forced open her eyes, the light from outside piercing through the curtains. Harvey rubbed her face, her eyes blurring before concentrating to check out the room she was in.

“Where am I?” She mumbled to herself after the momentary confusion wore off. Getting up, her bare feet felt weird on the hard board floor. The energy of the entire room was off.

Waking towards the door, she spotted her reflection in the mirror. “What on…” her voice trailed off as she gawked at the person staring back at her. She moved closer to it, dragging her numb feet with her. Her hands ran across the face of the stranger.

Harvey was still trying to make sense of it all when a slightly chubby, middle aged woman burst into the room. “Harvey, you're awake.”

“Harvey,” she repeated silently, her voice coarse. “You shouldn't be walking around like this,” she mumbled fretting, nervously looking around. “Where's your wig?” The woman grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the bed.

“I hope you're healed enough. Your father is holding a banquet this evening and you have to somehow prove yourself worthy to him during it. Especially after the stunt you pulled last night.” Harvey stared at her confused, her head banging and a sudden pain shooting up her ribs, back and neck.

The woman got up to pick the blonde wig on the table beside the bed. She was back in a second, forcing a wig that's a bit tight on Harvey's head.

“The banquet starts by 9 and I need you not to mess this up,” the woman gave a stern glare, getting up to leave. “It's very important, for us all.” She stopped by the door and cranked her head back, “Harvey,” her voice softened, “I might seem overbearing and unjust to you at times, but you have to understand. If you don't do this for us, your sisters and I might just be thrown out of here or even worse, killed.”

The woman sighed and turned to rest on the door, “They already don't see you as strong enough as a man which is understandable as you're not one, so the only option is to prove your intellect to them and show you're worthy of something, anything.” “ As soon as you've made a name for yourself and have enough money, we'll all be able to leave here and start a new life,” she was talking more to herself than to Harvey. “You could even show yourself to the world as a girl anyhow you wish,” she added with a smile.

Locking eyes with the fragile girl in male clothing and a bind across her chest, she said with conviction, “But for now you do as I tell you and be a good boy.” The door was slammed shut after that.

Harvey stared at her soft hands that were filled with calluses, coughing as fragments of her memory flew back in.

She remembered.

Throwing the pillow beneath her across the room, she yelled. “That damned wolf!” Her last memory was from her wedding day where her beloved wolf beheaded her and the next thing, she was here. As a weak human girl who was disguising to be a boy for her family. The worst part was, she couldn't even feel a hint of magic within her.

Anger brewed within her, she stormed to the mirror to check the body she was in now. The girl was skinny, very skinny, lacking nutrition skinny, but she had little curves. Her very thin waist made her hips look a bit curvy. She also has beautiful features, a tall nose, plum lips and siren eyes. Just a bit of care and she'll be a walking goddess. She wanted her old body though, her thick curvy body that would make anyone check twice.

“Harvey,” she repeated the name, the odd sound resounding from her lips. She prefers Rose, her old name. It was perfectly feminine and gentle, a perfect contrast to her actual self.

The pains around her body burned fiercer. She tried reciting a spell she remembered but it didn't work, she didn't even feel it coming close to working.

She fell on the ground, her weak body bucking as the memories of the body she is in flooded in alongside a maddening headache. Harvey had committed suicide, jumped from the top of this very building hence the body pain.

Tears formed in her eyes and she felt disgusted by the feelings, the last time Rose Quinn cried was when she was 25 and was forced to only drink ram blood for a week straight. That was three hundred and sixty four years before her wedding or death day.

She hated the body she currently inhabited and wished she was dead instead of reincarnated into such a weak vessel. How could she ever have the revenge she yearns for in this body. Who was she going to have her revenge on?

Peeping out through the window, the world outside felt unfamiliar even looked nothing like she remembered.

“How long was I out for?” She mumbled before running out of the room.