"Ha, this is crazy."
My hands squeezed this body's flat chest, desperately wanting to stop my thundering heart.
I, Maya Maureen, have finally gone crazy. 'Soul swapping? Really? Is this a fantasy world, huh?! Get your sense together, Maya!'
I have always been cooped up in my studio for the last month, wailing in silence. I will only go out to buy alcohol, not even food, to get me into a drunk state. That's how desperate I am to wash away my one-sided crush toward Alpha Sharx.
The last thing I remembered was getting drunk in my regular bar.
And now I finally lost my mind.
But I was sure this wasn't even a dream.
'Yeah, everything feels so clear to keep fooling myself that this is a dream.' My hands still grope this body's chest.
Now that my senses had returned, I could smell the pungent aroma of burning incense spread throughout this room, as did the ice water that had just drenched her body from head to toe. It stings in every joint.
It's impossible to feel all these sensations if it were a dream.
'Then, I, Maya Maureen, really possessed that b-tch Hazel's body?'
I laughed. It was a laugh I usually hear coming from a villain in a third-rate fairy tale show.
I turned around and approached a body-sized mirror on the wall. Strength left my legs as soon as I saw the face and body reflected in the big mirror.
"My milky white face, my precious watermelon mound, and my hourglass body. Now they've gone poof." I could hear a mocking laugh ringing loudly inside my head.
A pale skin and pale lips. A dreary, drooping, long black hair, like a dirty wet mop. And black eyes covered with shaggy bangs. A face that I despised so much since the first time I saw her but was now it becomes my face instead.
"How on earth…" I caressed these cheeks—I mean, my cheeks, and closed my eyes tightly. 'I really become her.'
I felt the back of my neck and turned around to see its condition through the mirror's reflection. I saw a dull black mark, like a burnt mark on a white paper.
I choked on her breath.
'Last night was a reality. Alpha Sharx tortured me. No, no, he is not torturing me, but torturing this b-tch Hazel. Why?'
Alpha Sharx and Hazel are fated mates blessed by the Moon Goddess.
Their fateful love story echoes loudly, even in the human world. In the human world, their story is like Cinderella's world. As for us werewolves, their fateful story presents the vibes many she-wolves have always dreamed of at least once.
It is about an Alpha and a wolfless Omega getting together, a relationship that transcends more than one's status. And all of that resulted from a fated mate bond by the Moon Goddess.
Nothing beats a true mate, they said.
They often appear affectionate towards each other in public. Enough to make my heart burn to crisp.
The last two months have done that to me.
It was torture to watch the love of my life—who was usually cold to other women as if they were bugs, treat Hazel like his precious possession. And even speeding up their mate ceremony during that time.
'But now he tortures her. Why?'
'My sexy brain, let's try to remember everything that happened last night. Come on!'
I remembered that as soon as I opened my eyes, I was in a prostrated position under Alpha Sharx's feet, with snort and tears all over 'this' face. I also almost naked, wearing only a pair of undergarments like now.
My hand grasped his ankle before I let it go out of fear.
Apart from Alpha Sharx, there is also Beta Sam, who carries out the actual torture using an electric stick following his Alpha's orders. Beta Sam only targets one spot, which makes it even more torturous.
If Alpha Sharx involved Beta Sam, last night's events involved security issues for the entire Moon Shone pack.
Alpha Sharx also insists on severing their fated bond and even intends to kill this b-tch, saying that she has become a sinner of some sort.
The more I remembered last night's events, the more my body shivered.
'Just what the f-ck is this b-tch's sin to get this kind of treatment from her own fated mate?! He will kill her if not for their mated bond!'
I could feel a lump in my throat.
Damn it. But now I'm HER, instead!
That only means I'm going to die in Hazel's place!
"Hey, what have you been mumbling about since earlier, Lady Hazel? Are you doing a solo show? Kekekeke." Following the maid's ugly laughter, a bucket was dunk on my head.
The act brought back my senses.
I clicked my tongue as I threw the bucket off my head. A loud thunk-thunk sound rang out as it was thrown around.
I turned sharply at the arrogant maid and stood up. My gaze was only fixed on the maid's lips, who kept laughing as I approached her.
I lift my chin, glaring down at her, and say, "Hey, shut the f-ck up, would you? This cunt is so f-cking noisy."
The maid flinches. Her face hardened.
An audible exhale escaped my lips upon seeing the maid's rigid expression.
I spat again, "Are you a parrot? Why do you keep blabbering crap out of your stinky mouth?"
"…What?"
"Who did you say I was? Didn't you call me Hazel earlier?"
Noting my eyes glint crazily, the maid trembled in rage.
She had taken a step backward as I approached her, closing our gaps.
A slap flew across her face as fast as lightning. And it didn't stop with just one slap. Oh, I'm so proud of my accuracy in slapping her chubby cheeks.
I grabbed the maid's hair next and then slapped across her face again, like serving a volleyball, repeatedly. Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Gah! Wha-what are you doing no-now?!"
I snort. "Slapping you, duh."