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Jim's pov.

I paced back and forth in my small room, my fists clenched at my sides. How could this have happened to me? I was just an ordinary human, living my ordinary life. And now, I was trapped in the body of an Alpha of the Viper Moon.

The worst part was that I had no control over my own actions. I was forced to do the bidding of the real Alpha, a powerful and dominant wolf shifter who seemed to have no regard for my own well-being.

"Ever since the day I got here, I have started to do research about werewolves and also pretend to really be an Alpha Mason, like they all called me, but it's getting more difficult, especially now that I have an even more dangerous father. All he does is put up wicked rules for his own selfish benefits." My annoyance lies in the fact that everyone thinks it was me who brought those rules; whoever owns this body most be pissed whenever he finally gets back

I hated the way my body moved with such grace and strength, as if it were second nature. I hated