The first sign that something was wrong came when I felt the mate mark on my neck begin to fade.

I was still in the isolation ward, the vial of potion trembling in my hand, when the door burst open with such force that the hinges splintered. Kingsley stood in the doorway, his massive frame silhouetted against the corridor light. But something was different about him—his eyes blazed with a fury I'd never seen before, and his aura pulsed with dangerous intensity.

"What have you done?" he snarled, stalking toward me.

I backed away, clutching the vial behind my back. "I'm ending this, Kingsley. You've left me no choice."

He grabbed my wrist, his fingers digging into my skin. "You think you can break our bond? You think you can erase me from your mind?"

"The potion—" I started, but he cut me off with a cruel laugh.

"A childish attempt at freedom." His gaze fell on my hearing aid, which was still glowing with an eerie blue light. "But you've done something far more interesting, haven't you? You've found a way to the past."

My heart froze. How could he know?

"I felt it the moment our bond began to weaken," he continued, circling me like a predator. "The timeline shifting. My younger self rejecting you before we could ever mate."

He stopped suddenly, his face lighting up with a terrible realization. "But what if I don't want you to escape me, my love? What if I want to ensure you can never leave?"

Before I could react, he slashed his palm with his claws. Blood welled up, dark and thick with Alpha power.

"No!" I screamed, trying to back away, but his grip was iron.

He grabbed my jaw, forcing it open. "This is better than any rejection," he whispered, pressing his bleeding palm to my lips. "Drink, Norah. Drink and be mine forever."

The blood poured down my throat, burning like acid. I tried to spit it out, but his Alpha command froze me in place.

"Swallow," he ordered, his voice resonating with power.

The liquid fire spread through my veins as the room began to spin. The last thing I saw was Kingsley's triumphant smile before darkness claimed me.

---

The scent of pine and bonfire greeted me when I opened my eyes. Gone was the sterile smell of the hospital, replaced by the familiar comfort of home.

I sat up, confused. My hands—they were smaller, unmarked by the scars of my failed escape attempts. I looked down at myself and gasped. I was wearing my favorite nightgown from years ago, the one with tiny silver moons that Trevor had given me for my sixteenth birthday.

I was seventeen again.

Heart pounding, I scrambled out of bed and ran to the mirror. Staring back at me was my younger self—smooth skin, hopeful eyes, hair cascading down my back in waves instead of the dull, chopped mess it had become in the isolation ward.

"Impossible," I whispered, reaching out to touch the glass.

But when I tried to move, something strange happened. My body didn't respond correctly. It stood up straighter than I intended, turned with a fluid grace I'd never possessed.

*"Hello, my love,"* a cold, familiar voice echoed in my mind. *"Surprised to see me?"*

My blood turned to ice. "Kingsley?"

*"Did you think you could escape me?"* His mental voice caressed the words with sickening tenderness. *"I've found a much better solution."*

Horror washed over me as I realized what was happening. I wasn't controlling my own body. I was trapped inside, watching as Kingsley—the thirty-year-old monster who had imprisoned and tortured me—moved my seventeen-year-old limbs with casual ease.

My body walked to the mirror, a smirk playing on my lips that I hadn't created. "Look at you," he said through my voice, a guttural approximation of sound that sent shivers down my spine. "So young. So vulnerable. So perfect."

"Get out of me!" I screamed mentally, thrashing against the invisible barriers trapping my consciousness.

*"Get out?"* He laughed, testing my vocal cords with sounds I couldn't normally make. *"I'm never leaving, Norah. This is so much better than being your mate."*

He turned my body in a slow circle, admiring the youth and vitality of my form. "Now I can protect you perfectly," he continued, his mental voice dripping with obsession. "By being you."

"What are you planning?" I asked, though I dreaded the answer.

*"Planning?"* His smile widened in the mirror. *"I'm going to rewrite history, my love. With your body as my vessel, I'll ensure my dominance is never questioned."*

As he spoke, I felt something shift inside me—a presence beside my consciousness. Not Kingsley's, but something younger, weaker.

*"Norah?"* A tentative voice reached out to mine. *"Is that really you?"*

The voice was familiar, yet different—younger, filled with confusion and fear.

"Who is this?" Kingsley demanded aloud, his voice cracking as he realized he wasn't alone in my body.

*"Kingsley?"* the other presence responded, horror dawning in his tone. *"What have you become?"*

The teenage Kingsley had found us.

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.

---

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."

---

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."