The Memory That Wasn’t Hers
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That night — I didn’t sleep.
I fell.
Not into darkness.
But into something… deeper.
At first, there was nothing.
No sound.
No light.
Just silence.
Endless.
Heavy.
Watching.
Then — A whisper.
“You finally returned…”
My eyes snapped open.
But I wasn’t in the room.
I wasn’t in my body.
I was… somewhere else.
A throne room.
Massive.
Ancient.
Carved from silver stone that seemed to glow under moonlight.
The air felt alive.
Power pulsed through every inch of it — Not wild like mine.
Controlled.
Absolute.
And at the center — A throne.
Empty.
Waiting.
My breath caught.
“Where am I…” I whispered.
“You know where.”
The voice came from behind me.
Soft.
Feminine.
Familiar.
But impossible.
I turned — And froze.
Because I was looking at…
Myself.
But not me.
Not the weak omega.
Not the girl who was rejected.
This version— Stood taller.
Stronger.
Her eyes glowed like pure moonlight.
Cold.
Unreachable.
Powerful.
“What… are you…” I breathed.
She smiled slightly.
Not kind.
Not cruel.
Knowing.
“I’m what you were.”
My heart skipped.
“And what you will become.”
Before I could respond — The world shifted.
The throne room disappeared.
Replaced by — Fire.
Screams.
War.
I was standing in the middle of a battlefield.
Wolves everywhere.
Fighting.
Bleeding.
Dying.
But none of them — None — Were looking at each other.
They were looking at — Me.
Or…
Her.
I looked down.
My body— Wasn’t mine.
It was hers.
The Lunar Sovereign.
Power surged through my veins, But this time — It didn’t hurt.
It obeyed.
“End this.”
A deep voice commanded from behind.
I turned.
And my heart stopped.
Because standing there — Was him.
Alpha Kael
But not the Kael I knew.
This one — Was different.
His eyes weren’t filled with conflict.
Or anger.
Or control.
They were filled with something raw.
Something dangerous.
Something… devoted.
“You hesitate,” he said.
His voice softer.
Closer.
“You never used to.”
My breath caught.
“What… did we do…” I whispered.
His gaze darkened.
“We ruled.”
The word echoed through me.
Not side by side.
Not as equals.
But as something more.
Something binding.
Something powerful.
Another presence stepped forward.
Silver eyes.
Calm.
Watching.
The same man.
But different.
Younger.
More… distant.
“You’re remembering too early,” he said.
Not to me.
To her.
To the version of me standing in this memory.
The world began to crack.
Like glass breaking.
The battlefield twisted.
The voices blurred.
And then—
Pain.
Sharp.
Violent.
Pulling me back.
My eyes snapped open.
I gasped — Sitting upright.
My heart racing wildly.
My body burning.
But this time — It wasn’t from the bond.
It was from something deeper.
Something older.
“They were never supposed to see that much.”
His voice.
Calm.
But tense.
I turned.
The silver-eyed man was there.
Watching me carefully.
“You saw it, didn’t you?” he asked.
My throat felt dry.
“…That was me.”
Not a question.
A realization.
He didn’t deny it.
Before he could answer — A presence filled the room.
Heavy.
Familiar.
Dangerous.
I didn’t need to turn.
I already knew.
But I did anyway.
And there he was.
Alpha Kael
Standing in the doorway.
Eyes locked onto me.
But this time — Not confused.
Not conflicted.
Certain.
“You remember.”
The words weren’t a question.
My breath caught.
“How do you know—”
“Because I saw it too.”
Silence.
My heart stopped.
“You weren’t the only one pulled into that memory,” he said.
His voice lower now.
More intense.
More… personal.
The silver-eyed man stepped forward instantly.
“That shouldn’t be possible.”
Kael didn’t look at him.
Didn’t acknowledge him.
His eyes never left mine.
“Nothing about her is normal,” Kael replied.
Something shifted in the room.
Something dangerous.
Something emotional.
Something unstable.
“Stay away from her,” the silver-eyed man said sharply.
For the first time — His calm broke.
Kael smiled slightly.
Dark.
Challenging.
“She’s already connected to me.”
A pause.
Then—
“In more ways than you understand.”
My chest tightened.
Because both of them—
Were right.
And wrong.
At the same time.
Because what I saw…
Wasn’t just a memory.
It was a warning.
And deep down—
I knew one thing for sure.
Whatever I was becoming…
Wasn’t something this world was ready for.
to be Continued...
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