A Gamble with the Alpha

I never imagined that I would pass away in this manner, or even so quickly. Clothed in rags, kneeling on the filthy floor, I watched as each of my fellow nobility's heads was hacked off. Nathan, my identical brother, was standing beside me and appeared to be in complete fear. He was so tiny and helpless that I wanted to cry, cuddle him, and maybe whisper that everything would be alright. Beside him knelt the crestfallen Emperor, who appeared utterly demoralised and vanquished. His mother appeared somewhat insane, unable to believe what was going on just then. Why did I even bother being involved with this family? Why did my parents entrust me to this i***t Alpha who was too stupid to utilise reason to stop this from happening? Had I known that my decision to not challenge Clark's engagement would mean my imminent death, I would have ended it immediately. Sadly, it was already too late. The royal family was being wiped out along with what remained of my Pack. Not all was lost for the Empire. According to what I had learnt prior to the seigh of the Palace, the invading force had ravaged many locations, not even the capital. Uncle was nowhere to be seen and had vanished too. I pondered whether he had succeeded in leaving the capital. I looked up to see a knight dressed in Oxion Empire armour cast a shadow on me. My brother was screaming for me and begging for mercy when he grabbed me and began taking me away. I tried, but it didn't help. My soul was almost completely depleted after spending several nights in the dungeon cells, and my vitality had been completely depleted by the events of the past few days. To be honest, I was tired and just wanted to relax. My head was in the guillotine before I knew it, and I was staring down at the bloody basket. Even though my head was empty, I could still hear the announcer mention my name and previous title. The executioner was already poised and ready, and he lowered the sword as the order was issued. I closed my eye when I heard it slicing through the air. A sensation of agony briefly crossed my mind and then vanished. There was a dull thud, and then silence. It was pitch-black. However, a light soon emerged. It was tiny, like a firefly, and it moved towards me through the dense darkness. I lifted my hands, or at least what felt like my hands, and the firefly fell into my palms. The firefly shot up in an instant, its brilliance consuming me. I gasped as I jolted upright from my sleeping position. I was seeing with my eyes wide open and unfocused. A few seconds later, my hands leaped to my neck and grabbed at it—which was still intact. I turned to look around and saw that I was back in my old room at Charles Manor. I whispered, glancing around wildly, "What?" I rose up and staggered out from under the sheets that were covering my body, thudding hard to the ground when my legs were tangled in them. I held the side of my head in agony and let out a loud groan. Hold on, hurt? I straightened my legs, leaped to my feet, and ran to the full-length mirror in the corner. I saw a face I knew well, one devoid of pain and imperfection. "What the heck?" Gently, I put my hands on my checks and whispered. I whacked them abruptly, and the room rang with the sound. The blow hurt my cheeks, but I wasn't quite persuaded. I writhed in agony as I pulled at my hair. When it finally occurs to me, the idea seems to click into place in my head. Yes, I am still here. I'm here, folks. "Lisa?" I spun around to look in the direction of that well-known voice, and the sight of that face made me gasp in shock. Laura. Laura was the one. The handmaiden and beloved companion who had been with me for as long as I could remember. who, upon my parents' tragic deaths, became my second mother. who tried to keep me and my brother safe and made sure we could flee, but passed away before achieving that. She was present. She was not dead. "Lisa? Are you alright? The lady, who appeared to be in her later 20s and had strawberry blonde hair, entered the room while wearing a basic yet attractive outfit and her hair styled in a flawless braid. She let out a worried cry. Before my mind could catch up, my legs were already in motion, and I was sprinting to meet my companion halfway. "Laura!" With tears streaming down my face, I flew to her and screamed out to her. "My Lady!" I drew Laura into a tight hug, my arms around her waist, my face buried in her breast as I sobbed. Laura gasped in disbelief. "What took place? Are you alright? Why are you crying? I just started crying because I was unable to respond to those queries. Before I knew it, I was having a full-blown panic attack. Laura consoled me and whispered encouraging things to me while we sat on the floor. It took me a few minutes to settle down, but once I did, I felt at ease. I grieved till my tears fell, and the weight I had been bearing before I died appeared to wash away. "My Lady, what took place?" Laura questioned, dabbing away my tears with her handkerchief and then dabbing away my snot. To avoid getting my snot on her hands, she gently folded the used handkerchief into a little square. "Have you had a bad dream?" "I wish it was, I..." I mumbled and used the backs of my palms to rub my eyes. Laura licked her lips, taking my hands lightly so as not to irritate my eyes further. "I know it's not a dream, but I wish it was." I knew in my heart that this wasn't a dream, despite my brain's best efforts to explain away the circumstances that brought me to this place. Laura had a puzzled expression on her face, so I gave her a tiny smile that was motivated by my joy at seeing her still alive. Then it dawned on me. "What date is today, Laura?" "It is the 14th day of autumn, 789 years old," My eyes widened in shock. I was five years in the past, by Gods.