REINCARNATED AS AN ALPHA’S DAUGHTER IN A WORLD THAT HATES ME

RAIN I slammed the book I had been reading and picked up yet another call from the same customer who wouldn’t stop calling for the hundredth time about a product. Putting on my best customer-friendly voice, I said, “Hi, ma’am. You were informed that you’d be notified once your package arrived……Okay, but if I come there now, maybe it will arrive while I’m on the way?” “No, Andrew no longer works with us,” I sighed, clinging to the last bit of my patience. She went on with a series of requests, to which I nodded absently, occasionally throwing in a hmm or a yeah once in a while. When I was finally done, I picked up my novel about a girl on a quest to find magic. Her life was so much better than mine. I wished I had a life like hers, I sighed. “If you went out more, maybe you wouldn’t be so pathetic that you would wish to live the life of a fictional character,” one of my coworkers snorted. I didn’t realize I’d said that out loud, and I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. It was no news in our department that I was a loner. “Tell me, when was the last time you had a man warm your bed?” Elise continued as she reapplied her red lipstick. I rolled my eyes. “I do not want to discuss my personal life with you.” She gasped, then said in the loudest voice so everyone could hear, “Don’t tell me you still haven’t dated another person since Andrew dumped your ass.” That caught everyone’s attention, and now they were all staring at us—mostly me. I wanted nothing more than to get up and strangle Elise to her death. “Andrew didn’t dump me. It was a mutual agreement,” I said through gritted teeth. Which was far from the truth. I had to find out from everyone else that he had traveled to the States. He left behind flowers and a small note on the table, saying he was sorry but couldn’t do long distance and wished me the best of luck. I had been broken up with in front of everyone. Everyone watched as I slowly slipped into misery. HR was so moved by my loud sobbing that they sent me home for a week. Apparently, everyone knew except me that he had been applying for a visa. Elise snorted. “That’s not what I remember. Besides, it’s been two years. I think you should move on.” One of the coworkers nodded. “Yeah, Rain. You should. Heard Andrew is about to be a father with his new girl. There’s no chance that you guys are ever going to be together, so it’s best you move on.” If they keep talking about Andrew, I’m going to crash out. Thankfully, the clock clicked to two. My shift was over. I angrily threw most of my personal items into my tote bag and got up. “Thank you for your unwanted concern, but I do not care about Andrew or what he’s doing with his life, and I sure as hell do not need a man.” Elise’s expression softened or pretended to. “Oh, honey. I was only looking out for you,” she said. I didn’t answer her and simply walked out of the hallway, trying to calm my racing heart. But as soon as I came out of the building, I was instantly reminded of my excruciating, painful loneliness. Everywhere I looked, there were lovers holding each other’s arms and laughing at shared jokes. It didn’t help that Valentine’s Day was around the corner and every shop had displays of flowers, love notes, and teddy bears. Even social media didn’t fail to remind me about the season of love. This used to be my favorite time of the year. Andrew always made sure I was the one being envied. Other girls were jealous of me. He would go all out on Valentine’s Day, showering me with gifts on my desk and even more when I came home. I always wondered how he found the time to splurge so much on me that day. He was a great lover and partner, so imagine my surprise when he traveled out of country without telling me even once. He was my best friend, and I stupidly thought he was going to be my forever—until he snatched that dream away from me. I had promised myself not to think about him, but after the comment one of the coworkers made, I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to know if he had truly moved on. I opened my phone and took a deep breath before searching his name—Andrew Scott. My heart pounded loudly as I scrolled through his socials. My phone suddenly felt ten times heavier, so I had to use my second hand to support it, lest it fall and break. All of his pictures were filled with the same young woman, probably around my age but prettier. She had bright blue eyes and sharp red hair, as opposed to my brown eyes and fake blonde hair with dark roots starting to show. She looked like a supermodel, and that stung badly. Maybe I wouldn’t have felt so miserable if she were ugly. I might have even felt relieved that he couldn’t find better—but he did. I don’t know when my eyes started to blur or when I crossed the road without the light turning red, but the next thing I heard was a car blasting its horn at me. I didn’t have time to fully register what was happening before it hit me, sending me flying. The last thing I remember was someone screaming for an ambulance while I lay in a pool of my own blood, my phone still open on Andrew’s socials. I was going to die as a pathetic girl who couldn’t get over her ex. I could already imagine my coworkers sighing at my weakness.