Then, I turned another page… and my hands began to tremble.
A photo stared back at me.
Sofia was there-but she wasn’t alone.
Standing beside her was a girl.
(
My breath caught.
The girl… whose face I’m wearing now.
It was her.
The real owner of this face.
The same smile. The same eyes. The same dimples I now saw in the mirror.
I dropped the album.
My legs gave out, and I sank to the floor.
A storm of questions swirled in my head.
Who was she?
Why do I have her face?
And most of all…
What happened to her?
Don’t forgot to read the prequel to this book, titled Desired by Three
Alphas: Fated to One.”
Sugarlitics
Findings
Olivia’s POV
It’s been three days since I arrived at Alpha Damien’s mansion, and I hardly stepped outside my room. It wasn’t like I was locked in… it was my own choice.
Alpha Damien had been busy. He only visited at night, checking on me quickly before rushing off again. I could see the tired look in his eyes every time-like something heavy was weighing on him. I didn’t ask. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn’t about me. Probably pack problems.
I sat on my bed, hugging my knees, and thinking about that picture I saw in Sofia’s room. The picture of her… and the girl beside her. The girl whose face I was now wearing. Who was she? Were they close? Were they sisters? Friends? Where is she now?
My mind wouldn’t stop asking questions I had no answers to. I just wanted to know the truth, to know whose face I now wore.
My throat felt dry. I needed water.
I stood, left the room, and quietly made my way downstairs. The house was peaceful, and every servant I passed lowered their heads in respect. I forced a smile, trying to look normal-even though inside I felt like a stranger in my skin.
When I entered the kitchen, I found an older woman there. She was wiping her hands with a towel and turned toward me with a bright, warm smile.
“Luna Becca,” she said sweetly. “What would you like?”
I froze.
Becca? That was a nickname. It seemed… she knew the owner of this face.
“Do you remember me?” I asked cautiously.
The woman chuckled, placing a hand on her hip. “Of course I do, my dear. You used to spend hours in this kitchen trying to teach me those Indian meals. Miss Sofia, your best friend, would always laugh and say, ‘Becca thinks she’s a chef now.” She smiled at the memory, her eyes glowing.
My heart dropped.
The girl in the photo was Sofia’s best friend.
I leaned against the counter, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy.
The woman stepped closer, lowering her voice. “I must say… I never expected you and Alpha Damien to be a thing”
I looked up at her, startled.
She held up her hands. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not judging. Alpha Damien says you’re mates now, and I believe him. But still… back then, you once told me you were engaged up when you talked to someone else. You were so in love… I remember your eyes lit about him.”
I looked away, the lump in my throat growing.
She gave me a sad smile. “Wherever Miss Sofia is, I believe she’d be shocked… maybe even hurt. To know her best friend and her man ended up married. But… she left him first, didn’t she?”
I didn’t respond.
Because I didn’t know how to.
I wasn’t Becca.
But I was living in her face… wearing her story… taking her place.
And now… I was married to Alpha Damien. Her best friend’s man.
??/p>
That was who I was now, at least to them. But I didn’t know her life. I didn’t know what she liked, who she loved, or what she left behind. I didn’t know anything.
I needed answers-but I had to be careful. If I asked too many wrong questions, someone might suspect something.
So I forced a small, nervous smile and stepped a little closer to the cook.
“I’m sorry,” I said gently, “Haye I seemed… a little off lately?”
The woman tilted her head in concern. “No, dear, why do you ask?”
I looked down, pretending to fidget with my fingers. “It’s just… ever since I got sick a few weeks ago, I’ve been forgetting little things. The doctor said it was mild amnesia from stress… nothing serious, but sometimes memories get fuzzy.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh dear. I didn’t know that.”
I smiled faintly. “I didn’t want anyone to worry. But I was hoping… maybe you could help me remember a few things?”
She softened immediately. “Of course, sweetheart. Anything you need.”
I nodded, heart racing.
“Can you remind me… how did I meet Alpha Damien again?”
Her expression brightened. “Oh yes. Miss Sofia invited you over three years ago, remember? She said you were just sightseeing, curious about how a werewolf pack works.”
She chuckled. “You told us you were human-always so wide-eyed and curious. You’d wander the pack grounds asking questions about everything.”
I blinked, pretending the memory was coming back. “Right… and I stayed for a while?” “Three months,” she said with a fond smile. “You stayed exactly three months. And honestly, we all got used to having you around. Even Alpha Damien seemed to become friends with you too.”
I nodded slowly, trying to piece it all together in my mind. “Then I left?”
She nodded. “Yes. You said you had to return home. Something about your fianc?, I think. You never said much, but I could tell you were torn.”
She sighed. “Then, not long after-maybe three months later-Miss Sofia left too. It broke Alpha Damien. He didn’t speak of it, but it was clear.”
“And now…” she looked at me with a kind expression, “Now you’re back. And mated. The Moon Goddess must’ve written it this way.”
I forced another smile, but my heart was heavy.
Where is the real Rebecca? And why did Alpha Damien give me her face knowi. he was Sofia’s best friend? Was this some twisted ploy to make Sofia jealous… to draw her out?
Was that his plan?
“Are you okay?” the elderly woman asked, and I forced a nod. She smiled and turned to continue what she was doing, but out of curiosity, I spoke.
“I heard the Luna of the Full Moon Pack is dead…Is that true?” I asked, wanting to know if she had any information to give me. I wanted to know what was going on with the triplets. I was scared… worried about them… how were they taking the news of my supposed death.
The cook sighed and shook her head with sympathy. “Yes… we heard it and also heard her memorial ceremony is taking place tomorrow…” she sighed again. “Poor girl was beheaded, her body and chopped head delivered to the triplets alphas…”
My eyes widened in shock.
Beheaded? That’s how they said I died?
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.