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“She came from nothing. Nikolai picked her up and gave her family a share of the company. It was a mistake from the beginning. When she died, it broke my son. He became rude even to Betty, and she had to leave for a while. I’m glad she’s back. Now go speak to your father. Make this deal happen.” She left me standing there on the balcony, the breeze suddenly feeling colder. I went back inside, my mind spinning. I needed to get out of this house, even if it was just to Chloe’s father’s place. Maybe there I could find real answers about the body swap. I changed into something simple, packed a small bag I didn’t really need, and went downstairs. One of the drivers

“Yes, Mommy. Isn’t this car awesome? Daddy gave me apple juice!” Daddy. I turned my gaze to the man beside me, the one who was holding me—Alpha Alaric. His expression was unreadable, eyes fixed ahead. I pulled away from him, pressing myself against the door. “What is going on? Where are you taking us?” He glanced at me briefly. “To my home. We need to get started on the paperwork.” “Paperwork?” I echoed. “What paperwork?” His Beta, who was driving, glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Ms. Spencer, six years ago, your biological daughter, Ella, and Alpha Alaric’s daughter were switched at birth.”

"If the system is real, then go ahead and trade your healthy body with your sister." My mom's cold laugh rang out beside me, and in that moment, I finally realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, I'd decided to test the system and chosen the swap in my mind. The next second, all of Erica Jenkins' injuries transferred onto me. The burned half of her face, the blindness in one eye, and even the limp in her leg became mine. Meanwhile, her face instantly returned to normal. She and Mom were ecstatic, yet neither of them cared how I felt.

My wolf rose in me, not in protest, but in reverence. She was ready. I followed, repeating the phrases as best I could. My voice shook, but Kingston didn’t flinch. He nodded with every word, guiding me through it. Then came the exchange of blood. He took a ceremonial blade from the nightstand—small, silver-edged—and gently cut his palm. The scent of his blood filled the room: rich, metallic, and familiar. He held out his hand, and I took it, slicing my own and ignoring the bright sting. It would all be worth it.

Hidden against the black background on the back, I finally noticed a line of dark red text. "Still troubled by the one you love not returning your affection? Burn our special incense in the censer, focus on the person you want to become, and pray with devotion. After 81 days, you will be able to swap bodies with them. Note: This method only works when your target is plagued by misfortune." The next morning, Sia paid me back for the bedsheet and took the censer with her. She carefully unwrapped it, placed it reverently by her bed, and eagerly lit the incense to begin her prayers.

the girl said walking up and standing beside me "it doesn't change anything, you're in my body and I'm in yours" I squinted my eyes "Alexis" "bingo" she said while walking out of the bathroom she sat on the chair beside the bed and I just stood in the middle of the floor "but how how can we just switch bodies, whats going on" "your guess is as good as mine, all I know is I woke up to your sniffling mom and inside your body" she crossed her arms "scared the shit out of me" I started to pace the floor "what was the last the you remember"

Cynthia shoved the cart aside, grabbed the prepped stillborn from the refrigerated drawer, same weight, same dark hair, cord blood smeared for authenticity, and sprinted back upstairs. Twenty-one seconds. Tunnel was cold, damp, lit by red emergency strips. I ran, boots silent on concrete, my son pressed tight against my heart. Loading dock doors cracked open. Voronin’s van idling, back doors yawning. I slid inside. We were moving before I even caught my breath. Cynthia’s voice in the earpiece, calm and lethal: “Swap complete. Catalina has the stillborn. She’s… breaking. Gavriil just entered the room.”

My reflection stared back at me with the same features I’d woken up with every day of my life—except they weren’t mine anymore. Lyra leaned lazily against the wall, picking at her fingernails as though she hadn’t just shattered reality. “Explain why I look exactly like you before I rip your tongue out of your mouth!” I demanded, my voice breaking into a near-scream. She tilted her head. “You agreed to my conditions, didn’t you? You said you’d do anything. This is part of that.” I shook my head rapidly, trying to make sense of it. “But what does swapping our bodies have to do with your being intimate with Blake? I never agreed to this!” I yelled

Sarah's physical exam for the Moon Goddess Festival was done at my Healing Center. I was close with the warlock doctor, Carl, who handled the check-up. So, I saw her report before anyone else. The indicators were shocking. Severe silver poisoning. Carl was an authority on this. Our center had just joined the Wolf Blood Donation Registry, so I also knew immediately that my blood was her only chance. When Sarah and Leo barged into my office, I was counseling a werewolf with mania.

Beta Maximus clearly hated hearing that, but what I didn’t knew was what nobody has explained to him, and that was the power of the switched wolves, the gold and silver wolves of the strongest packs of the USA, had the biggest secret along side my pack, and Beta Maximus had zero idea over what was really going on. Knowing this shit was about to hit the fan I looked at my body to then whistle at him, getting his attention I link Calvin. ‘Let’s shoe and tell the powers of our mates.’ I tell him to which he walked closer to me. I have no idea how we were going to exchange our bodies but as he walked to me, Alpha Milo took something in his hand from the blue roses in the center of the coffee tab