Olivia’s POV

It’s been three days since I arrived at Alpha Damien’s mansion, and I’ve hardly stepped outside my room. It wasn’t like I was locked in; it was my own choice.

Alpha Damien has been busy. He only visited at night, checking on me quickly before rushing off again. I could see the tired look in his eyes every time—like something heavy was weighing on him. I didn’t ask. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn’t about me, probably pack problems.

I sat on my bed, hugging my knees, and thinking about that picture I saw in Sofia’s room. The picture of her and the girl beside her, the girl whose face I was now wearing. Who was she? Were they close? Were they sisters? Friends? Where is she now?

My mind wouldn’t stop asking questions I had no answers to. I just wanted to know the truth, to know whose face I now wore.

My throat felt dry. I needed water.

I stood, left the room, and quietly made my way downstairs. The house was peaceful, and every servant I passed lowered their heads in respect. I forced a smile, trying to look normal, even though inside I felt like a stranger in my skin.

When I entered the kitchen, I found an older woman there. She was wiping her hands with a towel and turned toward me with a bright, warm smile.

“Luna Becca,” she said sweetly. “What would you like?”

I froze.

Becca? That was a nickname. It seemed…she knew the owner of this face.

“Do you remember me?” I asked cautiously.

The woman chuckled, placing a hand on her hip. “Of course I do, my dear. You used to spend hours in this kitchen trying to teach me those Indian meals. Miss Sofia, your best friend, would always laugh and say, ‘Becca thinks she’s a chef now.’” She smiled at the memory, her eyes glowing.

My heart dropped.

The girl in the photo was Sofia’s best friend.

I leaned against the counter, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy.

The woman stepped closer, lowering her voice. “I must say…I never expected you and Alpha Damien to be a thing.”

I looked up at her, startled.

She held up her hands. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not judging. Alpha Damien says you’re mates now, and I believe him. But still…back then, you once told me you were engaged to someone else. You were so in love…I remember your eyes lit up when you talked about him.”

I looked away, the lump in my throat growing.

She gave me a sad smile. “Wherever Miss Sofia is, I believe she’d be shocked…maybe even hurt, to know her best friend and her man ended up married. But…she left him first, didn’t she?”

I didn’t respond because I didn’t know how to.

I wasn’t Becca, but I was living in her face, wearing her story, taking her place. And now…I was married to Alpha Damien, her best friend’s man.

That was who I was now, at least to them. But I didn’t know her life. I didn’t know what she liked, who she loved, or what she left behind. I didn’t know anything.

I needed answers—but I had to be careful. If I asked too many wrong questions, someone might suspect something.

So I forced a small, nervous smile and stepped a little closer to the cook.

“I’m sorry,” I said gently, “have I seemed…a little off lately?”

The woman tilted her head in concern. “No, dear, why do you ask?”

I looked down, pretending to fidget with my fingers. “It’s just…ever since I got sick a few weeks ago, I’ve been forgetting little things. The doctor said it was mild amnesia from stress, nothing serious, but sometimes memories get fuzzy.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh dear, I didn’t know that.”

I smiled faintly. “I didn’t want anyone to worry. But I was hoping…maybe you could help me remember a few things?”

She softened immediately. “Of course, sweetheart. Anything you need.”

I nodded, heart racing.

“Can you remind me…how did I meet Alpha Damien again?”

Her expression brightened. “Oh yes. Miss Sofia invited you over three years ago, remember? She said you were just sightseeing, curious about how a werewolf pack works.”

She chuckled. “You told us you were human, always so wide-eyed and curious. You’d wander the pack grounds asking questions about everything.”

I blinked, pretending the memory was coming back. “Right… and I stayed for a while?”

“Three months,” she said with a fond smile. “You stayed exactly three months. And honestly, we all got used to having you around. Even Alpha Damien seemed to become friends with you too.”

I nodded slowly, trying to piece it all together in my mind. “Then I left?”

She nodded. “Yes. You said you had to return home, something about your fiancé, I think. You never said much, but I could tell you were torn.”

She sighed. “Then, not long after, maybe three months later, Miss Sofia left too. It broke Alpha Damien. He didn’t speak of it, but it was clear.”

“And now…” she looked at me with a kind expression, “Now you’re back, and mated. The Moon Goddess must’ve written it this way.”

I forced another smile, but my heart was heavy.

Where is the real Rebecca? And why did Alpha Damien give me her face, knowing he was Sofia’s man? Was this some twisted ploy to make Sofia jealous, to draw her out?

Was that his plan?

“Are you okay?” the elderly woman asked, and I forced a nod. She smiled and turned to continue what she was doing, but out of curiosity, I spoke.

“I heard the Luna of the Full Moon Pack is dead…is that true?” I asked, wanting to know if she had any information to give me. I wanted to know what was going on with the triplets. I was scared, worried about them, how were they taking the news of my supposed death.

The cook sighed and shook her head with sympathy. “Yes…we heard it and also heard her memorial ceremony is taking place tomorrow…” she sighed again. “Poor girl was beheaded, her body and chopped head delivered to the triplets Alphas…”

My eyes widened in shock.

Beheaded? That’s how they said I died?

The room suddenly felt colder, like the air had been sucked out. My heart started pounding in my chest as the cook went on, clearly unaware of my discomfort.

“Such a painful way to go…I just pray the Moon Goddess brings justice.”

I nodded stiffly, not trusting myself to speak. My lips were dry. My stomach churned. Beheaded… That’s what the triplets saw?

How could Alpha Damien do that? And his witch? Whose body did they use? How did they make it look like me?

And then it hit me.

What if it was Rebecca? The real owner of this face.

My hand flew to my mouth as nausea rose in my throat.

Did they…kill her?

Did they murder her just to make me disappear in the eyes of the world?

No. No, no.

I could feel the walls closing in on me. I couldn’t stay there a second longer.

“I… I need to lie down,” I said quickly, turning away before the cook could ask anything more.

I hurried out of the kitchen, my hands trembling, my chest tight.

The moment I reached my room, I slammed the door shut behind me and collapsed onto the floor.

Tears burned my eyes, but I couldn’t even cry properly.

So this was it?

This was how Alpha Damien planned to keep me hidden? By killing someone… and putting her headless body in my place?

I was trying to control my breath, to stop myself from thinking about it, when suddenly the door to my room pushed open, and I perked up to see Alpha Damien step in, his expression unreadable.

I swallowed hard, wiping at the corners of my eyes quickly before standing to my feet.

He looked around the room briefly, then locked eyes with me. “We have to leave,” he said firmly.

I blinked, confused. “Leave?”

He stepped closer, voice calm but tense. “The Head Council election is in three weeks. My spies tell me that a few of the candidates running against me are getting desperate. They’re planning something stupid. Dangerous.”

“What kind of dangerous?” I asked slowly, fear rising in my chest.

He sighed. “They’re planning an attack, a bombing, on this pack.” My eyes widened.

“Not because of the pack itself,” he continued, “but because of me. They want to take me out, eliminate me before the election. They think it will give them a better chance.”

He paced once, then looked at me seriously. “I can’t risk staying here anymore, not just for my safety, but for the people who live under me. They don’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire.”

I stared at him, still struggling to understand what he was saying.

“We’re leaving,” he repeated. “Pack your things.”

I swallowed hard, “Leaving where?”

He looked at me, his eyes dark and full of impatience.

“To a pack bigger than mine, a pack more powerful, a pack they won’t dare touch. One whose name alone keeps enemies from breathing too loud.”

I didn’t breathe.

“Where?” I whispered, though I already knew.

He exhaled slowly.

“A pack every other Alpha fears attacking.”

My heart pounded.

“A pack so strong, even the thought of attacking it would be suicide.”

Then he looked me dead in the eye.

“We’re going to the Full Moon Pack.”

The long awaited or perhaps short-lived reunion is about to happen.