2. Awakening in the Lycan Realm

I gradually woke up with a splinting headache as my throat was all dry and scratchy. A high-pitched, splintering sound echoed through my head like a sound in a tunnel as I struggled to open my eyes.

What a bad nightmare. Did it happen? Or was I imagining all that?

I opened my eyelids a bit and instead of my pink and scented bedsheets, my fingers trailed the torn helm of a cloth.

Voices murmured nearby, rough and urgent, speaking in a strange dialect that felt both foreign and familiar.

"Where…?" I whispered, my voice hoarse. My hand flew to my neck, finding the pendant still there, warm against my skin, the crescent wolf image etched on it suddenly glowing faintly before dimming. Panic surged within me, was I dead? Or I'm just dreaming?

Approaching footsteps with a sharp voice rudely cut through my haze.

"Get up, you filthy Omega! You'll be late for the feast preparations!" A very tall woman with braided hair and a stern scowl loomed over me. Her eyes was amber and they glowered faintly.

I've read this somewhere. The features are not human like. She stands at over six foot for a woman and her usage of the word 'Omega' does that means she is referring to a Lycan?

I scrambled to my feet, heart pounding with a loud intensity. Omega? In the Lycan ranking, they are the least. Is this a sick movie I'm in? I glanced down, my hoodie, modern jeans and sweater were gone, replaced by a simple linen dress, my senses were sharper and everything was heightened in a way that frightened me.

My eyes trailed around the ancient room and I caught my reflection in a mirror nearby: my face still the same but my hair, my brown hair now have untamed curls and is now pitch black. My brown eyes stared back with gold colour.

"No no no, no!" I frantically panicked as I screamed.

The woman's gaze suddenly snapped to me.

"I'm… not supposed to be here," I stammered, but the woman looked at me as if I had gone mad and shoved a basket of herbs into my hands.

"Save your excuses, Mira," she snapped, mispronouncing my name. "The Alpha's guests arrive soon. Move!"

My mind raced as the pieces suddenly fell into place. Mira? Alpha? The Lycan Realm? 1721? The pieces clicked with terrifying clarity. I did not just died. I had transmigrated, and I've been thrusted into the body of the Omega from the history.

I clutched the basket, as I strutted along with the woman who I now recognize as the Omega patron. We went through the packhouse's bustling corridors as my new found senses overwhelmed me. Lycans of all sizes with different ranks dominated the house. Warriors with scarred arms, fellow omegas with the same linen gown.

This was not a dream at this point. This was my reality.

I almost missed my steps as we passed a training courtyard, where a towering figure barked orders. My heart stilled for a moment as I picked his voice. Prince Kael. I realized, his broad shoulders and commanding presence unmistakable from history sketches. His dark hair fell across his brow, and his gaze, piercing even from a distance, a shiver went through my spine as I gawked at him openly. He was so beautiful but a thought suddenly dropped in my mind. This was the same Alpha who would reject Mira. No I'm Mira now. And the reject would weaken his pack and doom them.

If today was the great feast that means I have a week till I get recognized as his mate. A week before my 18th birthday.

A memory, not mine, but the Omega's suddenly flashed through me. I was kneeling before Kael, my heart racing with hope, only to hear his cold dismissal and rejection.

I immediately strengthened my resolve. I was not Mira anymore. I was Myra, armed with 21st-century knowledge and a mission to save my mother, to stop the vampires who had killed her and go get justice for what Lila did to me. She would pay.

I need to find a way to warn the prince. That was my immediate concern and solution.

As I entered the great hall to prepare for the diplomatic feast, the atmosphere shifted.

"The vampire envoys are arriving now." A Lycan announced with a blaring trumpet.

I joined the line up of the Omegas as a figure suddenly caught my eye: a man in a crimson cloak, his pale skin and graceful movements screaming vampire. Lord Rune, I realized, he played an important role in the cunning diplomat in 1721. His predatory silver eyes scanned the whole courthouse and I immediately avert my gaze before they got to me.

"You look different today." A young girl my age and a fellow Omega beamed at me.

Her face was strange but through Mira's memories I found out that she was Diana, her best friend and closest thing to a relative.

"I had a long night." I immediately answered back.

"I woke up early and realized you were not awake yet, sorry I did not wake you on time. You were sleeping so peacefully."

I gave her a small smile.

"Quiet!" The gruff voice of the patron hushed us instantly. "Time to serve the guest."

At the head table, Prince Kael stood, his presence commanding silence. His golden coat gleamed under the chandeliers, marking him as Alpha. Beside him sat a woman with blonde hair and a sly smile. Lady Seraphine. I realized. My history knowledge identified Kael's betrothed, the person I'm very sure was the one that murdered the Omega even though no information was written on that.

The Omega patron barked orders, assigning servers. My breath caught as the patron pointed to me. "Mira, you'll serve the Alpha's table. Don't disgrace us. Hurry hurry girls."

My knees weakened instantly. Serve Kael? The man who would reject me, the man whose choice would doom the Lycans?

The feast began, Lycans and vampires exchanging strained pleasantries. I moved carefully, pouring wine for Kael's advisors, my senses hyper-alert. Kael's voice, deep and authoritative continued discussed border disputes with Lord Rune.

"The border disputes have reduced lately. I think the wolves are now knowing their place." Rune spat out to get a rise out of the prince.

"I can say the same thing for the Vampires. This feud should be a thing of the past already. The feud is costing us more than it should."

The feud yes, there is an ongoing feud at this era. Lowering my head, I approached their table as I strained my ears to hear more information when suddenly, thelm of my dress caught the edge of a wooden arm seat. The wine pitcher tipped, and a stream of dark red wine splashed. Gray eyes instantly locked on mine as I realized the red liquid has poured onto the prince's golden coat, staining the royal cloth.