Almost hear Levi calling my name.
Almost see Louis’ goofy grin.
My lips curved into the smallest smile as sleep pulled me deeper into that beautiful lie.
But then-
“Wake up.”
The voice was calm, low… firm.
I blinked groggily, the dream still clinging to me.
Alpha Damien stood over me, already up and alert.
“We’ve arrived,” he said.
I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and looked out the small window.
The plane had landed.
The door was open, stairs already lowered, and outside… I could see cars already waiting for us.
Pushing myself up, I left the comfort of the seat and followed Damien out of the jet. I stepped down from the jet, the cool midnight breeze brushing against my skin. The sky was still dark, it should be around 4 AM..
Alpha Damien didn’t say a word-he just walked ahead, and I followed.
The car waiting for us was already running. We got in quickly, and the drive began almost in silence. Trees lined both sides of the narrow path, tall and quiet, like they were watching us pass.
We didn’t drive for long.
After about ten minutes, the car slowed and turned into a small clearing.
That was when I saw it.
A small, lonely building sat at the edge of the woods. It wasn’t much-just a little stone house, barely one floor high, with vines creeping up the sides. A single lantern burned outside the door, casting an orange glow against the misty air.
“That’s it,” Alpha Damien said, nodding toward the house. “She’s inside.”
My heart started pounding again, and I didn’t know why. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was the finality of it. Once I walked into that house, everything would change.
My name.
My face.
Damien stepped out first and signaled his men to stay back. He turned to me, calm but unreadable. face
“You’re sure about this?”
No.
I wasn’t sure about anything.
But I still nodded.
Because it was either this… or death.
And right now, living with a new face felt safer than dying with my real one.
I stepped out of the car slowly and walked beside him as we approached the witch’s small building. Each step I took made my chest feel tighter.
When we reached the door, Damien didn’t knock. He just opened it.
And inside… a woman was already waiting.
Olivia’s POV
I nervously stepped into the room. Alpha Damien followed close behind and quietly shut the door behind us. The room was dimly lit, the walls lined with shelves full of jars, herbs, strange stones, and things I couldn’t name. The smell was sharp-earthy and strange, like dried plants mixed with smoke and something older.
Seated on the floor in the center of the room was the witch. She was old, with long silver hair tied back loosely. Her eyes were strange-too dark, too deep-and they watched me like they could see every part of me, even the parts I didn’t want anyone to see.
“Sit,” she said, her voice low and rough like sandpaper. She didn’t raise her head, just motioned to the small cushion in front of her.
I hesitated, glancing once at Alpha Damien, but he gave me a small nod.
Slowly, I stepped forward and sat down in front of her.
She began chanting in a language I didn’t understand. Her voice was firm, loud, and the air in the room seemed to shift with each word she spoke. I could feel it-like the air was pulsing around me.
Then she stopped.
Her eyes opened and looked directly into mine.
“You must give consent,” she said. “Without it, nothing I do will work. Your body must accept the spell willingly.”
I stared at her, frozen. My mouth felt dry. Every part of me wanted to run, to scream, to tell her no.
But I couldn’t.
I nodded slowly. “I give my consent for a change of appearance only for a year,” I whispered.
The witch didn’t say anything else. She just stood and pointed to the small bed in the corner of the room.
“Lie down,” she said.
I swallowed hard and took a shaky step back.
The bed was small, plain, with faded covers and a pillow that looked ancient.
“Will it hurt?” I asked, turning to her.
“No,” she said softly. “It’s only for a year. You’ll wake up with a new face, but the old one will still be there… waiting to return.”
That didn’t comfort me much.
But I did as she said, walking slowly to the bed and lying down. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
I heard her footsteps come closer.
Then, she placed something warm and thick over my face.
It was a clay pot. I could feel the heavy rim of it resting against my forehead and chin.
And then-darkness.
Total, complete darkness.
The witch began to chant again, louder this time, her voice echoing in my ears. I could feel something moving… not just around me-but inside me. Like my face was shifting, like something old was being peeled away and something new was settling in.
Suddenly, the chanting stopped.
I felt the pot lift off my face.
And then she let out a strange laughter.
“It’s done,” the witch said proudly. “It was a success.”
My heart pounded in my chest,
I reached up, hesitating as I touched my face. It felt… the same.
But I knew it wasn’t.
My breathing quickened.
Alpha Damien walked over to me with a relieved look on his face, and in his hand was a mirror. When he reached the bed, he stretched out the mirror to me. mirror. When he reached th
With trembling fingers, I reached out and took the mirror from Alpha Damien’s hand.
My chest rose and fell in rapid, uneven breaths as I slowly lifted it toward my face. A thousand thoughts raced through my head-What if I didn’t recognize myself? What if I looked like a monster? What if… this was all a mistake?
I slowly lifted the mirror.
And froze.
The face staring back at me wasn’t mine. It was the face of an Indian lady.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.