KILL THE ALPHA

Trapped between two lives

Common get it together, let us go! the woman shouted, snapping her fingers.

Her voice was sharp, commanding, but something about it twisted deep inside Carrisa’s chest. It felt familiar in a way she could not place. Her heart began to pound faster, each beat loud in her ears, and a cold shiver ran down her spine.

Before she could understand what was happening, it began. Memories rushed into her mind. Not her memories. Faces she had never seen appeared clearly, places she had never visited surrounded her, and voices she did not know echoed in her head. Laughter, music, anger, and sadness all mixed together, flooding her mind at once.

Her wolf stirred. The air smelled sharper now. She could sense movement around her, feel the vibration of footsteps in the floor beneath her. The energy of people near her. She felt nervous and cautious. Something was off. Her instincts warned her: danger, hidden, unseen, close.

“No…” she whispered weakly, trying to hold onto herself.

But the feeling only grew stronger. The memories became clearer, louder, more real. They were no longer just flashes. They were taking space inside her mind.

Then she felt it clearly. There was something else inside her. Not just memories. Someone. A presence that did not belong to her, yet felt deeply connected to the body she was in. It pushed against her, slowly taking control.

Carrisa tried to resist. She tried to hold onto her identity, to remind herself who she was. “I am Carrisa…” she whispered, her voice shaking.

But even as she said it, the words felt weak. The presence inside her grew stronger. It was no longer just pushing. It was gently taking over. Her chest tightened, panic rising. She tried to move, to fight it, but this new body no longer fully obeyed her.

“Cut the drama, girl,” the woman said impatiently. “You’re lucky your boyfriend is my brother. Get it together. Tonight is showbiz night.”

Carrisa barely heard her. Everything inside her was shifting. Her vision darkened at the edges. Her body swayed. She was about to collapse completely.

“Hey…” the woman’s tone changed suddenly. She stepped closer, her voice losing its sharpness. “Be for real, girl… are you okay?”

But it was already too late.

Carrisa lost control. In that very moment, she transformed. She was no longer Carrisa. She had become Lucia, the original owner of the body. Everything felt different. Everything snapped into place.

Her senses were overwhelming now. The sounds of footsteps, whispers, and shuffling clothes layered together but she could pick each one apart. She smelled the faintest trace of a wolf hiding somewhere close, a hidden presence that made her pulse quicken. She felt alive in a way her body had never allowed.

A second later, her body straightened. She stood up quickly, steady and composed, as if nothing had happened.

“Hi, madam,” she said smoothly.

The woman froze slightly, still holding her arm.

Lucia looked at her, confused by the stare. “Why are you staring at me like that, madam?” she asked, raising a brow.

The woman pulled her hand back slowly, eyes narrowing. “You’re strange,” she muttered under her breath.

Lucia rolled her eyes, completely unbothered. She stepped forward, grabbed the woman’s hand confidently, and gave it a light pull. “Relax,” she said with a small smirk. “I’m ready to go.”

Moments went by just like that. Whatever had happened seconds ago...was gone.

The moment she entered the main hall, the noise hit her. Loud music filled the air, the bass heavy and strong, vibrating through her chest. Bright lights flashed across the room, making everything glow and blur at the same time. The crowd was alive, moving, shouting, laughing. Her wolf instincts flared. Every heartbeat, every breath, every small motion of those around her was a clue. She could sense who was nervous, who was hiding, who was waiting for her to falter.

And when they saw her. They all stood up roaring out her name.

“Lucia! Lucia! Lucia!”

Her name echoed through the room. A smile appeared on her face instantly, practiced and perfect. She stepped onto the stage, Her stage. Her body moved with ease, every motion smooth and controlled. She knew exactly what to do without thinking. Every step, every turn, every glance was precise. She was in control. She was powerful. She was the center of attention and of course, she was Lucia.

Yet deep inside her, there was a strange emptiness. A small space that felt… missing, like something had been there before but was gone now. She ignored it and kept moving, she took the position of the star girl of the vaults clubs few months ago. She knew she couldn’t disappoint the hungry men who paid millions just to see her perform.

Later, backstage, someone grabbed her hand. She turned and saw Mark. Relief filled her chest immediately, warm and familiar.

“You did well tonight,” he said softly, pulling her closer. She did not resist. She never did.

He leaned in and kissed her, and she kissed him back without thinking. It felt natural, he was her boyfriend and she had done a hundred times before.

“I heard you were sick earlier,” he said, pulling back slightly to study her face. “Where is your bracelet?”

“It’s in the cupboard,” she replied casually.

Mark dragged the cupboard open immediately, " common put it on" he urged as the bracelet rested loosely on his fingers.

"I can't understand why you believe that silly old witch mark, it's just a bracelet like every other, you humans are easily swayed" she scoffed.

His expression changed at once. “No, Lucia… it’s not just an ordinary bracelet,” he said firmly, his tone heavier than usual.

Lucia rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Fine, I’ll put it on later,” she said dismissively. Then she grabbed his shirt lightly and pulled him closer again, a playful smirk forming on her lips. “But for now…” she whispered softly, her voice lowering, teasing. “Come over here.”

Whatever he wanted to say next disappeared immediately. It always did. Mark sighed under his breath, but he didn’t resist her. His hands moved to her waist again, and he let himself be pulled back into her space.

But even as she leaned into him, that strange feeling returned. A slight tightness in her chest, a quiet discomfort she could not explain. Her wolf flared again subtly, noticing something off in the energy, a warning she could not name. For a brief moment, her expression flickered, like something inside her was trying to surface, trying to be noticed. But just as quickly, it was gone.

"Something doesn't feel right with me tonight" Lucia whispered. Then she shoves it off immediately and smiled again like nothing had happened. But as the night went on, the strange feeling returned. Her chest ached, her head began to spin, and her thoughts became heavy. Something deep inside her stirred again.

“What is happening to me…” lucia whispered softly. She couldn't process why her body felt strange, and just like that she drifted off to sleep with Mark laying beside her.

The next morning, sunlight filled the room charrisa opened her eyes slowly. Her head hurt. Her body felt heavy and unfamiliar. She sat up, confused, trying to understand where she was.

Then she felt a soft kiss on her cheek. “Good morning, beautiful.”

Carrisa froze. She turned her head quickly and saw a man lying beside her. Her heart jumped in fear.

“Who are you?” she shouted, moving away from him quickly.

The man looked confused. “Hey… calm down.”

“Don’t come near me!” she yelled, her voice shaking. “I don’t know you!”

He frowned slightly. “Lucia, it’s me. Mark.”

The name hit her like a shock. Mark. Her chest tightened. Memories flashed in her mind again, but they were not hers.

She shook her head slowly. “I’m not… I’m not Lucia …” Her voice broke. Everything felt wrong, confusing, broken.

“Okay… just calm down,” Mark said carefully. “Sit down.”

She hesitated, then slowly sat on the bed, keeping her distance. Her hands trembled. Her mind raced.

As she looked around the room, more flashes came. This place? This man? This life?Lucia?. Her breath caught.

“I was here…” she whispered slowly. “But it wasn’t me…”

Mark stared at her, confused and worried. “What are you talking about?”

Carrisa looked at him fully, fear filling her eyes. Tears formed as her voice trembled.

“Who…” she paused, struggling to speak, “…who really am I?”