Novel & Cerita Changed Into A Woman

"Now you understand that your life is with me. Now you accept the bond. Now you stop fighting what we are." "I'm not fighting anymore," I say, and I mean it. Marcus brings me dark practical clothing. The kind of thing someone wears when they're hiding from the world. When they're becoming something other than what they were. When Adrian steps out to give me privacy, I look at myself in the cracked mirror. Same face. Same eyes but something fundamental has shifted underneath. The woman looking back at me is fiercer harder. Ready for war. I'm not Bella Marchant, CEO, anymore.

"But she won't let anyone touch her." I looked down at her. The "Chairwoman" I had introduced to the world an hour ago was gone. In her place was a broken girl, her hair matted, her mascara smudged into dark bruises under her eyes. She was mumbling into her knees, a low, rhythmic sound that made my chest ache. "Open the gate," I ordered.

He swallowed heavily, hurriedly, and then said: “Well, what happened next?” Samyak laughed. “This is where it gets good. Well, not good – but anyway. Okay, so the woman is sure she’s being watched. She swings around, turning with her fists raised just as the man lunges towards her. In mid air, however, something about him… changes. The man is no longer a man. He becomes a wolf.”

His game should be stopped soon. " Alpha!" I called him, my voice low and affectionate. I feigned innocent as I walked into the chamber, smell like whiskey and some dirty scents. The mirror across the hallway showed a woman he wouldn't recognize. My hair, once golden and soft, was now jet-black and sleek. My face was sculpted with sharp beauty, cold and deliberate. My curves, once delicate, were now carved with purpose. I wasn’t the naive girl he’d used and discarded like last season’s suit. I had become something else. I had become dangerous.

I managed to pour myself a glass of water, the coldness grounding me, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. What the hell was that? Is this some glimpse into the future that awaits me? But everything was exactly the same as my life before. The only difference are the parties involved–instead of Curtis, there’s Jaxon, and the Pack members are from Star Cross, not MoonClaw Pack. And that woman. Who could she be? I couldn’t make her out just because her face was clouded in fog, but everything about her changes–one minute she was of average height, and then she’s tall the next, or her clothes change. Absolutely nothing about her was constant.

The change was progressing in slow, agonizing motion. "Thomas! Get over here quick!" The other shifter should be close by in the kitchens as it was his turn to guard the pack females as they prepared tonight's meal. He stood back and watched, not wanting to get caught by a stray, sharp claw or tooth. He didn't dare try to subdue her alone in this state. "Thomas! Get your ass out here, man! It's the woman!" Sean tried calling again. The change was almost complete, and the female was much larger than he expected. Sean couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the spectacle as the woman's screams of pain turned into howls.

Then just above us the aura shifted into the form of a woman. With each transformation, it slowly began to take shape. Each transformation of the aura making the woman face more clearer. It shifted and transformed and turned until the shape was clearly visible. I gasped, my eyes widened in shock. “Meghan”. I said softly.

And now that she did, now that she might be more than a tool or a weapon, she didn’t know how to breathe with that weight. “You’re afraid,” a voice said quietly. Sariah turned. The flame-wrapped woman had finally stood. “I’m not afraid,” Sariah snapped automatically, before catching herself. “I’m… waiting.” The woman tilted her head. “Same thing, sometimes.” Sariah frowned. “Is she alive?” The woman’s eyes, twin embers, stared toward the south. “Alive, yes. But changed. She touched the Origin. You don’t leave that unchanged.”

She stopped when she realized what she had done, and immediately shapeshifted into human form. I recognized her immediately, she was his mate, the girl he was torturing at the Incest................................

Caleb padded beside her and gave a short nod with his wolf eyes, impressed but silent. Then, one wolf didn’t leave. Freya noticed it standing still among the fallen bodies, far across the clearing. It was watching her. Freya’s beast form took a slow step forward. The other wolf tilted its head but didn’t move. Then, its body began to change. Bones cracked. Fur folded inward. And from the shifting mess stood a young, thin woman with tangled brown hair, bruises across her arms, and a loose shirt barely holding together. Freya tensed.