Reborn As The Alpha’s Destined Mate

Chapter 5

Keya

“Easy, dear.” My steps were slow as we made our way out of the hospital. The desperation to find myself out of the hospital had nagged me. I hate hospitals. I was frustrated more with the way I had been getting treatment from the owner of my body’s family. I didn’t want to be here. I just want to go back home to my family. I had been stalking Asher’s socials since the day I saw his interview. And to say it triggered the trauma in my brain. He was the reason why I lost everything. My own life, my family, and everything.

I didn’t realize I had stopped walking. “What’s wrong, Keya? Do you need me to call the nurse?” Keya’s mother’s voice resonated in my eardrums. A look of worry was plastered on her face.

If I woke up in their daughter’s body, where is their daughter then? Is she dead? Or are we sharing the same body?

“I’m fine,” I muffled out.

“Richard, is the car ready?” She asked her husband who was holding some of the things that were brought to the hospital.

“Yes. He should—”

“He’s here.” My mouth hung open at the sight of a black sedan parked in front of us. How wealthy are these people? A voice in my head rang. I didn’t have time to dwell on it when the woman pushed forward together with me.

The woman and I sat in the back seat whereas her husband took the front seat. And off we began the journey. All the noises that were going on in the car were void to my ears. I was deep in thought. How my life turned out this way. How do I set everything right? Where would I start?

A wince left my lips when I felt a sharp pain in my head. “Are you okay?” The woman held me by the arm. I didn’t answer her. I bit my bottom lip.

I rested my head back and closed my eyes. Maybe if I do, I won’t have to think about anything. The voices in my head won’t give me the pain.

Sleep had begun engulfing me when the woman announced we had arrived. Before me was a house I had never seen before. Even Asher’s house isn’t like what was in front of me. This one was really big. The two helped me in walking and we made our way inside.

“Linda!” I heard the woman call. A young woman appeared from somewhere. She was wearing an apron. “Get Keya a glass of water.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I was helped down onto the couch. My eyes didn’t fail to glance around the living room. There were things I recognized and things that were new to me. Is three years such a big gap?

The young lady came back shortly with a glass of water. “Thank you,” I muffled out.

“It’s great to see you again, Miss Keya.” I nodded my head, not having the strength to answer her.

“Do you want to eat something now? Or will you take a rest first?” The woman was back again with her question. I wanted nothing but to be out of their sight. The queen treatment they were showing me wasn’t what I wanted.

“I will take a rest,” I announced. She flashed me a smile. “Let me help you up to your room.”

I was beyond astonished at how big my room was. Back then, our living room, joined with my room, would fit in the room. I lay on the king-sized bed, my eyes facing the ceiling. “Let me know when you need anything. Rest well.” And then she left the room.

The moment I heard the sound of the door closing, I sat upright. "What the hell is going on here? How do I get out of here." I ruffled my hands through my hair in frustration. I stood up and searched for the mirror, when I sighted it, I rushed up to it. My physical appearance isn't the same. My face, my hair, my height. Everything isn't mine. Have I turned into a ghost? In another woman's body?

Bile rose in my throat thinking about all the events that pushed me to this stage. The humiliation from Asher, the disappointment from my sister and mother. I crouched down on the floor and allowed tears to cloud my vision. "Why me? Why didn't I die? Why must I experience the pain once again? Why!" I poured my heart out, allowing the tears to gush out. I hit my chest as I felt a constricting pain inside. The same pain I felt back then when everything turned over for me. I lay on the floor and continued to sniff in my tears. I didn't know when sleep decided to cage me in.

I woke up to my name being called. "Keya." I felt a warm touch on my body.

"Keya, wake up." The familiar voice of my mother echoed through the room. I slowly opened my eyes and they fell on her. It was indeed her. "Mother?" I cracked out my vision turning blurry again.

"Yes Keya, It's me." She flashed a smile.

I hurriedly wrapped my arms around her. "Mother, I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for turning my back on my mistakes. For putting Vivian in a trouble." I cried out. My body was being jerked away slowly.

"Who is Vivian?" As soon as the words left her eyes, my vision cleared. And that was when I saw a different face. I shook my head and got myself off the floor.

I paced around the room raking my hands through my hair. "No. This is not possible."

"Keya, are you sure you're, okay? You've been acting strange since your accident. Who is Vivian?" She demanded turning me around to face her. A look of concern was plastered on her face but all I could feel was anger.

I jerked my hands away. "Leave me alone. I want to go home. I don't want all of this.”

"What are you talking about, Keya? This is your home. I'm your mother."

"No, you're not!" I snapped tears streaming down my face. "You are not my mother and this is not my house. I want to be with my mother and sister." I declared. Her eyes widened at my outburst.

I began walking backward, a sharp pain hitting my head. "Listen, Keya."

I shook my head and continued to walk backward. "I want to go home." I muffled out. My head was heavy. I began seeing things double. "I want... to.." I didn't get to complete my statement when I fell on the floor and succumbed to darkness.