Who Is That

He said nothing.

He was suddenly there, holding me against his chest.

He tried to push past me, but I didn’t move. I didn’t blink.

The body they believed was mine.

Levi was blinking fast, his shoulders trembling.

Same build.

I sighed and sat back on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall as my thoughts wandered… and landed on Lennox.

He told me my mother had killed Alpha Gabriel’s mother.

I kept going.

Soft.

No. No no no no no.

Couldn’t stand to see hundreds of people mourning me… saying goodbye to a girl who was still breathing.

I exhaled shakily.

I felt dizzy, and just as I was about to hit the ground, strong arms caught me.

His jaw clenched. He looked as if he wanted to rip the entire room apart.

Held me.

I stepped closer… closer still… until I reached the glass.

My heart stopped. What is he talking about?

The face.

His hand went to the doorknob, but I stepped closer and grabbed his wrist.

Who Is That

Who was still here.

My knees buckled.

His gaze darkened, like the truth was a poison he hated to speak.

Only one thought echoed through my mind–Who the hell is that in the casket?

When we got to my room, he let go of me and frowned.

Couldn’t think.

I hated secrets.

When we kissed, I could feel his hesitation, but also his desire for me… not as Olivia, but as Rebecca. It made me wonder if I was really gone and this Rebecca was real—Does that mean he could’ve kissed her—on the very day of my funeral?

He gritted his teeth and spat the word through them.

Everything.

Olivia’s POV

I frowned right back and met his eyes, asking the question that had been tearing me apart. “Who is that? The body that looks like me—who is she?”

He let out a tired sigh.

That’s why they wanted me dead.

“The person in that casket…” he said, his voice low and heavy, “is you.”

Then finally—

A song.

Couldn’t breathe.

As I stepped closer, I felt the weight of every stare, every whispered prayer. But they didn’t see me. Not as Olivia,

He stopped.

How had Alpha Damien pulled it off?

Who Is That

It was like staring at a twisted, lifeless reflection.

“If you won’t tell me…” I whispered, “then let’s end this game.”

Lennox… his jaw was clenched, face pale, tears silently trailing down his cheek.

Beside the body… the head.

I shook my head violently, pushing the thought away. It hurt too much to linger on it.

He stared at me. “That body is you, Olivia.”

He turned slowly, his brow furrowed with anger.

And then I said it—the one thing that shifted the entire air in the room.

“It’s none of your business,” he said coldly, turning away.

But when I asked more—how that happened, why my mother would do such a thing—

he refused to speak, said that was all I needed to know.

“Why were you there… you could have stayed in this room,” he spat.

It looked just like me.

They stood like statues—each seconds away from breaking down. None of them spoke. All had tears in their eyes, clinging to the last shred of control.

I jumped to my feet and rushed toward the sound, my heart pounding.

Same hands.

“What?”

Louis gripped the railing so tight.

I weaved through the crowd, my breath coming in shallow gasps, un

I saw it—

Pack members, warriors, omegas—everyone stood gathered around a center display.

And then—I gasped.

The garden was full of people.

And inside…

Who Is That

Whose lifeless form were they lowering into the ground while crying over me?

“You can kill my parents like you planned. I won’t stop you. But I’ll expose everything. I’ll make sure your enemies know I’m not Rebecca. And Sofia? She’ll be dead within hours. So go ahead. We both lose.”

Because lying inside was a headless body—a body that looked exactly like mine.

One of my favorite songs. Hero by Mariah Carey.

My breath hitched.

I stepped in front of him and blocked the door. “No, Alpha Damien. I deserve to know,” I said, my voice trembling with anger. “You told me my mother killed Alpha Gabriel’s mother and refused to explain. Now everyone is down there mourning and laying to rest someone who’s not me—and you still won’t tell me who she is?”

I blinked.

My feet moved on their own.

My body swayed, my vision blurring.

Everything inside me stopped moving.

I froze.

Faint.

My heart shattered.

And louder still when I stepped outside the mansion.

I hated that.

Why… why was it playing?

I paced the floor, back and forth, my heart thundering in my chest. My mind kept returning to the conversation we had earlier.

“Easy, dear,” came the deep, calming voice of Alpha Damien.

There, inside the casket, lay a body.

So I raised my voice. “I want the truth!”

Who Is That

“The person in that casket,” he whispered, “was the real Rebecca, the one who died in your place.”

And goodness—

He guided me away from the casket and back to the main mansion.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I said. “Not until you tell me who that girl in the casket is.”

The hair.

Loud.

The silence was sharp. Deadly.

I couldn’t speak.

And the question that haunted me most—whose body were they burying?

“Fine.”

A glass casket.

No. Not this time.

I didn’t want to see it.

It grew louder as I reached the hallway, then the stairs.

Then suddenly I heard it.

As I neared the casket, my gaze fell on the triplets.

Floating through the air.

How is this possible?

Who was this man? How could he manipulate reality so perfectly—

detail?

down to the last

For hours, I remained locked in my room while my so-called funeral rites were taking place outside. This time, I couldn’t bring myself to watch.

To them, I was dead.

I stumbled backward, dizzy, bile rising in my throat.

Who Is That

Pack members moved slowly, each taking turns to bow, whisper farewells, or leave a single white rose on the stone steps leading up to the coffin.