Transmigration.

The screen of my phone went dark, my fingers still trembling from excitement .The intensity of those three Alphas vying for him never failed to ignite a visceral thrill."

“Ah,” I breathed out, rolling on my bed like a high school girl, a soft sound of pure, unadulterated satisfaction escaping as the scene replayed behind my eyelids.

Scorching. Consuming. My heart still pounding from the last scene all three Alpha standing right in front of him, each proposing their hand in marriage. He had to choose one

A sigh escaped me as I turned onto my side, the image lingering.

“It’s… art.”

However, a selfish part of me still yearned for the delicious chaos of a different outcome. it would have been perfection if he had ended up with all three smoking hot Alphas. But No. He choose just one.

Screw love’s complications. Lust—now that was a language I spoke frequently.

The digital clock on my phone flashed at 9:30 PM.

A jolt of anxiety, sharp and cold, pierced through the lingering warmth. Today. It was finally here. The release of the limited edition covers. My breath hitched in anticipation.

This wasn’t just a book; it was a treasure. Limited edition picture book. Never seen before illustration. Bonus scenes. A gorgeous full cover character spread. it was practically a BL bible, and I NEEDED IT.

Hoodie pulled on, Purse clutched tightly, I rushed out the door. The cool night air offered a brief moment of clarit.

Dedication required its price. The thought echoed in my mind as I hurried down the street.

The store had opened half an hour ago. Every precious minute felt like a missed opportunity. The image of other fans already clutching their copies fueled a frantic energy.

I need it first!

Just imagine... the three Alphas surrounding him, their tension almost tangible. Each moment, a universe of unspoken desires, their eyes promising more than words could ever say.

Still deep in my BL daydream, I barely caught the low growl of a car creeping up from the side street. I didn’t stop. Didn't blink. Brain? Still busy picturing Alpha thighs. But the sound got louder closer. And then boom something big and dark rolled into my peripheral like it wanted a starring role.

Then, a sudden, piercing blare of a horn. A blinding flash of light.

BANG!

Darkness slammed into me sudden and complete. No pain, just a jarring switch, like someone pulled the plug on reality. For a moment, there was nothing. Then, slowly, a faint white light started to push through the black, soft and distant, like morning trying to break through a storm.

My eyelids felt heavy, reluctant to open. Where was I? The last fragmented memory was the overwhelming glare of headlights, the deafening horn. Then… nothing.

I blinked slow, hesitant. My eyes burned as blurry white light smacked me in the face. Above me? Some weird old ceiling with creepy designs, like I’d been dumped in a dusty cult temple. I tried to sit up. Nope. My body said no. Everything felt like it had been steamrolled. And then… beneath the blanket… something felt off. Not like ‘oh weird’—like what the hell is that kind of off.

My hand moved without thinking, sliding under the blanket.

Then I froze.

What…?

I shot up. Yanked the covers back.

And stared.

Silence.

Blink. Blink.

“What the”

I reached down again, slower this time. Touched it. Froze.

That’s… That’s not supposed to be there.

My fingers trembled. I gripped the sheets like they could save me. My chest rose and fell, fast, too fast. Blood roared in my ears.

No.

No.

NO.

I threw the blanket off me completely, legs splayed like I was checking for a bomb.

It was still there.

“Oh my god.”

My voice sounded wrong. Lower. Rougher. I clapped my hand over my mouth.

“OH MY GOD.”

I have a dick.

I— I have a whole dick.

This wasn’t a prank. This wasn’t some twisted dream. This was

I flailed off the bed, stumbled toward the mirror, tripping on the unfamiliar weight hanging between my legs. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god”

I slammed into the mirror.

A stranger stared back.

Wild black hair. Sharp jaw. Broad chest. No boobs.

And yes. Still. A dick.

I wasn’t me.

I was HIM.

He blinked. I blinked. A profound sense of wrongness settled deep within me. This wasn’t my body.

With a trembling hand, I reached up, fingers tangling in short, dark hair. Not mine. I touched my face, the contours unfamiliar. This couldn’t be happening. Where was my body?

“What…” The voice that escaped my lips was deeper, resonant, utterly alien. “…What is this?” The question was barely a whisper, filled with a growing dread.

Just then, the door opened, and a woman entered. Her attire was… unusual, a strange mix of sharp lines and synthetic fabrics.

“What are you wearing?” The question was quiet, filled with a bewildered curiosity rather than outright shock.

She glanced down at herself, a flicker of surprise on her face, then back at me. “What do you mean?” She waved a hand dismissively. “The Alphas are here to see you.”

The word resonated, a sudden, chilling familiarity cutting through the confusion.

“Which Alpha?” The question was soft, almost a plea.

“Alpha Caden, Ryan, and Levy,” she replied calmly.

The names landed like a cold weight in my stomach. Caden. Ryan. Levy. A sudden, terrifying clarity began to dawn.

Slowly, I turned back to the mirror, my breath catching in my throat. Black hair. Green eyes. That unnervingly familiar description. It couldn’t be…

But the sterile room, the odd mirror, the woman’s strange clothes… fragmented details were clicking into place, forming a horrifying, undeniable picture.

I’m in a book.

I’m in THE book.

A cold dread washed over me, heavy and suffocating. Caden. Ryan. Levy. The Alphas. His Alphas.

My hands gripped the cool edges of the mirror, my knuckles white. I stared at the stranger who was somehow intimately known. No. This couldn’t be real.

But deep down, a chilling certainty was solidifying. I knew this face. I knew these names.

Because I had read this story twenty times. I knew every detail. Every plot and character.

And now…

I am him. And the Alphas… they’re waiting. And I know what’s coming.