After My Alpha Took My Body, I Fought Back

Morning sunlight filtered through the training ground's high windows, casting long shadows across the sparring mats. I watched through my own eyes as my body—controlled by Kingsley—marched confidently onto the training floor. This wasn't right. Omegas didn't train with the warriors. We cleaned their equipment, prepared their meals, stayed out of their way.

But Kingsley had other plans.

"Look who's here," sneered Jason, one of the younger Deltas. "The rejected Omega. Come to cry on the mats?"

Laughter rippled through the gathered wolves. I felt my face burning with shame—not because of the words, but because I couldn't control my own reaction. Kingsley's presence inside me was like ice water in my veins.

"Maybe she thinks rejection makes her special," another Delta added, stepping forward. "Maybe she needs a reminder of her place."

The Delta—I couldn't remember his name—stepped closer, his aura pulsing with arrogance. "You know, for a deaf girl, you're surprisingly brave. Or stupid."

I felt Kingsley's rage build inside me, a cold calculation replacing my fear. My body tensed, muscles coiling like a spring.

"Come on," the Delta taunted, extending his hand. "Let's see if you can defend yourself."

What happened next unfolded with terrible precision.

My arm shot out, catching the Delta's wrist. With a twist that seemed to defy physics, I flipped him onto the mat. Before anyone could react, my knee pressed against his chest, my other hand gripping his arm with inhuman strength.

The crack of bone echoed through the training hall.

"Never underestimate someone you've wounded," Kingsley whispered through my lips, his voice a perfect approximation of sound that a deaf girl shouldn't be able to produce.

The Delta screamed, clutching his arm—now bent at an unnatural angle. Blood pooled beneath him as other wolves backed away, eyes wide with shock.

"Norah?" someone whispered. "How did you...?"

I stood, brushing dust from my clothes with casual indifference. "I'm not the same girl you rejected," Kingsley said through me, loud enough for everyone to hear.

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The cafeteria buzzed with whispers about the training ground incident. I sat alone in the corner, watching Stella Cox approach with a steaming cup of coffee and a predatory smile.

"Well, well," she said, sliding into the seat across from me. "The little Omega who couldn't. Imagine my surprise when I heard what happened."

I remained silent as she leaned forward, her perfume cloying and sweet.

"You know," she continued, "I always knew Kingsley would come to his senses eventually. Rejection was the best thing that could have happened to him. To us."

She reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear with false intimacy. "But don't worry. I'm not here to gloat."

Before I could react—before Kingsley could react—she tipped her coffee cup, spilling the scalding liquid across my shirt.

"Oops," she gasped, eyes wide with mock concern. "How clumsy of me."

The burning pain should have made me cry out. Instead, I felt Kingsley's cold fury rise within me.

In one fluid motion, my hand shot out, gripping Stella's throat. Her eyes bulged as I lifted her slightly off her seat.

"Don't ever touch me again," I heard myself say, the words perfectly enunciated despite my deafness.

Stella's face drained of color. "H-how did you...?"

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Kingsley continued through me, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "About the future? About what you'll do to my mate?"

Fear flashed across her face as she clawed at my hand. "D-demon..."

I released her, watching as she stumbled backward, gasping for breath.

"Run along now," Kingsley said through my lips. "Tell your family what you've seen. Tell them about the demon in the Omega's eyes."

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Night fell, and with it came a strange peace. Kingsley's presence receded as sleep claimed him, leaving me alone in the darkness of my own mind.

I wandered through what felt like a dreamscape—shifting shadows and fractured memories. Until a whimper caught my attention.

In the distance, a silver wolf cowered, its fur matted and dirty. As I approached, it lifted its head, revealing familiar eyes.

"Kingsley?" I whispered.

"Norah," the wolf responded, its voice echoing in my mind. "I tried to save you."

"You're...the teenage Kingsley?"

He nodded, his form shimmering between wolf and human. "My future self has taken your body. I'm...displaced."

"Can you help me get it back?"

The silver wolf paced anxiously. "He's too strong. Too determined. But together..."

"Together?"

"If I can lend you my strength," he said, his eyes meeting mine, "you might be able to fight back from the inside."

As our consciousnesses touched, I felt a spark of hope ignite within me—the first I'd felt since Kingsley had taken control.

"An alliance," I whispered.

The silver wolf nodded, moving closer. "We'll take back what's yours."

In the distance, thunder rumbled—or perhaps it was Kingsley stirring in our shared body, sensing our rebellion.

"We don't have much time," the teenage Kingsley warned.

I nodded, steeling myself for the battle ahead. "Then we'd better get started."