Reborn To Be With The Alpha Twins

The beginning of trouble

Rose

There are two days left before the grand annual meeting, and I am with Joey at the designer’s shop in the town of the pack. In my past life, I had ordered her to make some breathtaking dresses so that I could pick my favourite for the meeting. She made five dresses and added a special sixth dress that was tight on my body and showed off my curves. I must admit it was the best of them all, and I picked a simple pale pink ball gown dress only because it didn’t show any part of my body except my arms and face.

This time around, I will pick that dress that Avery, the designer, made for me.

“I thought of adding something different from what you requested,” Avery tells me as she points to the dress on the rack. Truly, the dress does stand out. It’s shiny black with bandage material. It’s sleeveless, with golden roses tracing the front.

I rush to try it on, and when I step out, Joey is the first to speak.

“Mummy, you look so pretty,” Joey says, and I smile.

“Really, my love?” I ask with a grin.

“Of course, Mum. You are the most beautiful woman in the pack.”

“Aww, my little darling, you make your dear mother blush.”

“Joey is right, you do look stunning in that dress, Luna Rose,” Avery says, making me twitch a little.

“Thank you,” I answer without correcting her on the formalities.

I check myself in the mirror, and I can’t help but admire how the dress sits on me. The slit that starts from the top of my thigh leaves it exposed, and another material is laid out in front, showing a bit of cleavage. The material perfectly blends with the shining gold.

I am smiling until I see my face. The woman staring back at me, with hazel eyes and blonde hair, takes me by surprise. She looks a little exhausted and isn’t glowing the way she is supposed to.

The reflection of who stepped into the shop catches my attention. I turn around and see Benson accompanied by my stepsister.

She strides quickly into the room and looks at the dress I am wearing.

“Wow, the dress is so pretty. Can I please wear it to the grand annual meeting instead?” Jolene asks, pouting as she looks at me with deep emerald eyes.

“I doubt black would go with the colour of your hair,” I retort, and her eyes darken.

“My hair would go with anything, and that dress is made for someone skinny like me,” she says, and I scoff. She is trying to body-shame me for being thicker than her. My boobs are bigger, my hips wider, and my bum bigger. The only thing that is the same is the tiny waist. So if she thinks she can make me feel bad about the way I look just so she can grab the dress from me, she is lying to herself. Besides, her opinion doesn’t matter to me.

“I asked Avery to make these dresses specifically for me to pick from, so it means the dresses are my size and no one else’s.”

“She can make adjustments. Besides, there are other dresses to pick from. You can also pick those and let me have this particular one. Please,” she says, then turns to Benson, who was observing the interaction. “Alpha, can you please talk to Luna? She has all the dresses she can pick from, as she holds all the power and money, but she won’t let me have one dress.”

Benson’s brown pools of honey harden when they land on me. “Come on, Rose. You have so many dresses to choose from. Besides, you know as Luna you can’t wear such revealing dresses. It’s not right for a Luna to do so. You can pick the other dresses.”

“She can pick this one.” Jolene points at one particular dress, the peach colour radiating innocence. It’s a royal peach ball gown that would cover every inch of my body, leaving nothing to imagine. In such a dress, I wouldn’t catch any attention. I know so because it’s the exact same dress I wore in my past life. “I think this dress would suit her better. Don’t you think, Alpha?”

Benson looks at the dress.

I am still shocked that Jolene picked this particular dress out of the other five dresses the designer made for me.

Could it be… I might just be overthinking it.

Though it doesn’t make sense that suddenly she is showing interest in the annual meeting when in my past life she was not interested to go until Benson coaxed her to even then she didn’t pay attention to what she wore.

“She is right, my love. You would look great in that dress. Give the dress you are wearing to Jolene, because she is unmated while you are not, and wearing something revealing as my Luna would embarrass me in front of the other alphas.”

“I am not giving up this dress. There are plenty of other dresses that Jolene can choose from if she wants to. Besides, these are my dresses. I get to decide which one I want, and it’s up to her if she can choose from the remaining ones or not,” I firmly state.

Benson looks irritated. “It’s just a dress, Rose. You can always get another one.”

I chuckle.

“Leave Mummy alone,” Joey stands in front of me, and it’s so cute of him.

“I know you don’t like me, sis, because you just want to see me gone, but I don’t know why you would refuse to let me wear that dress. Do you hate me that much?” She lets out a choked sob, and I roll my eyes.

“You are taking off that dress. Don’t be selfish. It’s only a dress. I have let you have all the finest things in this pack, and you can’t share a simple dress. Take it off.”

I refuse, and Benson’s fingers wrap around my arm before he pushes me toward the changing room. There, he forcefully takes the dress and hands it over to the designer.

I walk out wearing the jeans I wore when I got here.

“Make the necessary adjustments and give the dress to Jolene,” he says, using his alpha command, compelling her to do the required work.

“Thank you, Alpha. It means so much to me,” Jolene says in a tiny voice, fluttering her red lashes at my so-called mate. The tears are already dry, I see.

I watch the two of them and shake my head.

I stare at the designer and give her a wink. The small tilt of her lips tells me she has understood the assignment.

“We don’t need to be here. Let me take you shopping for other things,” Benson tells Jolene.

He never took me shopping, said it was a waste of time, and here he is doing the very same for Jolene, my stepsister. The bile in my throat rises before I push it down.

Joey and I leave the shop without picking any of the other dresses. That was a special dress the designer made for me in case I had a change of mind, and Benson willingly gave that dress to my stepsister.

In my past life, I couldn’t pick the dress the designer made for me because I was adamant about pleasing Benson with something decent, and that night he never even paid attention to me. He kept throwing daggers at Beta Ian simply because he had Jolene draped on his arm.

Joey and I are on our way back from having ice cream when I bump into a pack member who looks familiar to me, but I can’t point out where I remember her from.

“Luna Rose,” she calls out to me with a smile, as though she has often interacted with me.

“Hi…” I trail off.

“Arlene, my name is Arlene.” She smiles, and it lights up her baby blue eyes that sit on an oval face. She is pretty, with a youthful face.

“Nice to meet you, Arlene.”

She greets Joey too and begins to walk with us back to the pack house. I don’t question her for doing that, but she begins to speak.

“I don’t know if you remember me, but that day when Jolene joined to train as a warrior, I was in the field too, and I saw you watching us from a distance. I am the girl that Jolene said had hurt her, and the Alpha instantly punished me without assessing who was wrong or right.

“You see, Jolene pretended to fall and put the blame on me. Since then, I have been watching her for a while. She tries her best to act innocent in front of the Alpha and other pack members, but I see her for the witch she really is.”

It finally makes sense where I saw her face. I actually thought of approaching her, but it slipped my mind entirely.

“I thought I was the only one who saw through her presence,” I comment with a smug smile. It seems in this life Jolene’s sins will catch up to her.

“You are not, and I saw what she did in the shop. I want to help you get your revenge on her for grabbing your dress,” Arlene says, the determination in her eyes quite scary.

“Are you sure you want to help me? Because my plan for those dresses is sort of dangerous,” I say.

If I can’t wear those dresses, then Jolene won’t get to wear them either, and as for Benson, his revenge is still cooking like fresh lava ready to spill through.

“I am more than willing.”

I extend my hand to her.

“Then this will be our plan.”