I Woke In Another Body

Chapter Two

~Daniella’s POV

“I never loved you Daniella!” He spat right into my face. “I only needed your blood to strengthen my wolf powers—” he spat mercilessly.

Wolf powers?

What was going on here?

He reached for the door and slammed it behind me, not even taking another glance at me and I laid there, the flame eating me from the inside out.

This was probably one of the worst ways to die but one thing was certain, if I ever got a chance at life again, if there was anything like a next life, I'd make sure I found Ryan and I'd show him things worse than death.

So this was how I'd end, with my unborn child? Dear Lord, forgive my soul…

My soul faded away to the nothingness and I felt the chilling hands of death grab me,. whispering; “Let's go…”

I screamed out loud for the last time before giving up the ghost.

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Perhaps the heavens had pity on me because when I woke up, I was no longer in the cottage and I was alive. I touched myself and pinched my skin to be sure I wasn't dreaming. But it wasn't a dream. I was truly alive. 

Smoke. The same scent that long to the bed sheets the night I died, only this time when I opened my eyes the smoke wasn't from fire but from the Alpha's cigar and the reflection in the mirror wasn't mine. Pale skin and golden eyes, a frail Omega trembling under the dim light of the room stared back at me. 

“Lyra?” A voice snarled. “You still exist?”

His hatred sliced through my soul and I winced and touched my stomach. I had died carrying a child once, I won't die again. 

“Lyra?” His deep voice cut through the smoky haze again, this time rougher, angrier.

I turned toward it slowly, my heart racing in a body that didn’t feel like mine.

The man standing before me was tall. His silver hair gleamed under the moonlight spilling through the half-open window, and his eyes glowed gold like a predator’s. He had the same golden eyes Ryan had right before he killed me. 

But the hatred dripping from his tone was personal and intended.

He took a step closer, jaw tight. “You think you can defy me again, Omega?”

I blinked, trying to piece it together. Omega?

I wanted to laugh. Me? An Omega? I was human. At least… I used to be.

The memories hit me in flashes as I winced and held my head in my hands ; Ryan’s sneer, the smell of petrol, the screaming, the heat, then darkness. I was supposed to be dead. But here I was, breathing again, in a stranger’s fragile body.

“What… what are you talking about?” I managed to say, my voice raspier and thinner than I remembered.

He grabbed my chin roughly and tilted my face up, forcing me to look at him. His grip was firm, dominant. “Don’t pretend to be innocent, Lyra. You embarrassed me in front of the entire pack last night, remember?”

My mind scrambled for answers. Lyra… embarrassed the Alpha? Perfect. Reborn into a hated Omega. And by the look in his eyes, I wasn’t just hated, I was despised.

I swallowed hard and hardened my jaw. “I..I don’t remember.”

His gaze flickered, confusion flashing for just a second before disgust hardened his expression again. “Convenient,” he muttered and released me. “You’ll come to the pack hall when you’re done pretending. You still bear my mark, unfortunately.”

He stormed out, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.

I froze, staring at the wooden floor, my chest rising and falling too fast.

His mark?

I stumbled to the mirror again, and there it was on the side of my neck, a faint crescent-shaped mark glowing gold beneath the skin. My pulse raced as realization struck.

I was his mate.

The Alpha’s mate.

And by the looks of it, the hated one.

A shaky laugh escaped me, half shock, half disbelief.

“Really, universe? You burned me alive, killed my child, and now you throw me into the body of a weak Omega mated to another monster?”

The room was small, barely a bed and a cracked mirror. The scent of old blood lingered, faint but undeniable. This Lyra had been through hell long before I woke up here.

I pressed a trembling hand against my belly. Still flat… but warm. A faint pulse, a flicker of energy. My eyes widened. No way.

I could feel it.

A heartbeat. Not mine.

My knees gave way, and I fell to the floor, clutching my stomach.

It wasn’t possible, but it was. My child. My baby had come with me, or so I thought 

I wasn’t sure if it was divine mercy or cosmic cruelty, but one thing was clear: I had been given a second chance. And I wasn’t wasting it.

No man, Alpha or not, would ever burn me alive again.

I rose slowly, walking toward the cracked window. Outside, I saw wolves running under the moonlight, their howls echoing through the night air. The pack’s territory stretched endlessly, surrounded by forests that looked both wild and beautiful.

Somewhere out there, power ruled everything.

And I needed it.

If this body was an Omega’s, weak, small, fragile, then I’d make it stronger.

If the Alpha hated me, I’d make him regret it.

If fate had bound me to him again… I’d rewrite that fate.

I wasn’t Daniella the weak human anymore.

I was Lyra, the Omega who would rise.

A knock came on the door, a soft, timid one this time.

“Lyra?” A gentle female voice called. “You… you shouldn’t make Alpha Kieran angry again. Please come eat before he calls you.”

Alpha Kieran. So that was his name. The man who looked at me like I was dirt under his boots.

I straightened up, forcing a smile. “I’ll be right there.”

When the girl left, I turned back to the mirror. My reflection was foreign, but the determination in my eyes wasn’t. That was still me. Daniella. The woman who’d burned to death, betrayed by the man she loved.

Now, reborn into a world of wolves, power, and blood.

A world where the Alpha I was mated to despised me…

But where I carried a secret; the child of another man, my child from a past life.

And if destiny thought I’d bow my head again, it was dead wrong.

Because this time, I’d fight back.