"His Alpha Soul… In My Body!"When bodies switch, and desire begins where hate once lived.

Chapter One – Part One (Translated & Enhanced) The night was unnaturally still… as if even the air itself was holding its breath. She had no idea that golden eyes were watching her from the shadows— Eyes that weren’t fully human. Her footsteps barely made a sound against the damp ground, Yet his heartbeat thundered louder. He was there. Behind her. Ahead of her. Around her. Breathing her in… as if her very presence awakened something ancient in him. Every time she walked this path, Something inside him shifted. His skin tensed, a strange blood pulsed through his veins. Desire… hunger… pain… He hated her. And yet, he craved her with every breath. And tonight, he could no longer stay hidden. He stepped out from the shadows. She couldn’t see his face clearly— But his eyes… Those burning golden eyes sliced straight into her soul. They were like flames in a world drowned in darkness. And when he spoke, his voice held something primal— Something that made her knees tremble and her lungs tighten: “You shouldn’t have come here… Not tonight.” She shivered. But she didn’t run. Something about him… pulled her in. Something terrifying. And yet, dangerously seductive. He moved closer. Slow. Deliberate. Powerful. He smelled like rain, wild earth… and danger. He looked at her throat as if it held a secret written in her blood. Before she could speak, he reached out— His fingertips brushed her cheek, cold… and not entirely human. Then he whispered, a growl hidden beneath his breath: “Your body… it calls to me. And you don’t even realize what you've done to me.” She should’ve stepped back. She should’ve screamed, prayed, run. But something in his presence made her forget how to breathe— Let alone escape. His hand lingered on her face, as if memorizing it. But beneath that gentle touch, There was a storm barely contained. A beast… pacing inside him. A curse, ancient and merciless, that clawed beneath his skin. His voice dropped lower, rougher: “You feel it too, don’t you?” Her lips parted, but no words came. His scent overwhelmed her now. He wasn’t wearing any cologne—he didn’t need to. It was raw masculinity. Untamed. The kind of presence that steals into your bones and refuses to leave. “I’ve watched you for too long,” he whispered, his breath brushing her lips. “You don’t know what I’ve had to fight… just to not touch you.” His golden eyes flickered… like something inside him was shifting. And then— She saw it. His pupils narrowed, changing. His spine tensed. A quiet snarl rumbled from his chest. For a second… He didn’t look human. And yet, she wasn’t afraid. Her heart pounded, not from terror… But from something else. Something darker. He leaned in— His lips near her ear. His voice a promise and a threat: “If you knew what I am… You’d run. But God help me… I want you to stay.” And in that moment— The wind howled. The moon broke free of the clouds. And the beast inside him whispered just one word: "Mine." The silence shattered. She didn’t breathe. Didn’t move. Couldn’t. His eyes glowed, burning gold now—wild, raw, untamed. The beast within him wasn’t quiet anymore. It surged, clawing at his skin, stretching his body like it wanted out. He backed her against the wall, his hand pressing beside her head— not holding her, not yet, but caging her in a way that said there’s no escape. “You feel it too, don’t you?” His voice was no longer just a man’s. It rumbled, rough… feral. “I’ve tasted your fear. But it’s not fear that makes your heart race like that.” He leaned closer. His nose brushed her neck. He inhaled… slow, possessive. “You’re trembling,” he murmured. “But you haven’t run.” She opened her mouth— to scream? to beg? Even she didn’t know. And then— CRACK. The window shattered behind them. A gust of wind howled into the room, swirling the curtains like ghosts. The door slammed shut on its own. His head snapped toward the noise, growling low like a predator interrupted mid-hunt. And out of the shadows… came someone else. A man. Or something shaped like one. Tall. Dressed in black. His face obscured by a hood. He carried no weapon, but power radiated from him—cold, ancient, unholy. “Get away from her,” the stranger said. His voice was ice. “You’re not ready to claim her. And you know what happens if you take her now.” The beast snarled inside the man who’d pinned her. “I found her first.” “She’s not yours. Not yet.” The hooded figure took a step forward. “The curse hasn’t completed.” The girl blinked—her mind racing. Curse? Claim? Beast? She tried to move, to push him off her— But his hand slammed against the wall beside her head, shaking the plaster. “You leave now,” the beast warned the stranger, “or I’ll forget every rule binding me.” The air between them sizzled with power. The girl was trapped between monsters— one who wanted to save her… and one who wanted to devour her. And the terrifying part? She wasn’t sure which one she wanted more.