Teagan's POV

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I sat up the moment my eyes flung open, a gasp escaping my parted lips. Then I placed a hand on my heaving chest, in a frantic bid to calm it down.

Now that I was a little placid, I took notice that my surroundings had changed.

Contrary to what I'd expected, I wasn't in the pack's hospital or a damp, dirty and dark cell. Rather, I was in a luxurious room—one that was familiar.

This was...my twin sister, Allegra's room!

What was I doing here, on her bed? And why wasn’t I feeling any pain at all? I clearly remembered falling off the balcony, prepared for a death forced by the hands of my relatives. So why was I…?

My eyes widened as they settled on my skin and the elegant dress cladding my body. I never had such smooth skin; scars— both old and new— were the regular features on my body. And the dress I’m donning right now belonged to Allegra. I’d seen her in it a lot; this seemed to be her favourite night outfit.

My confusion only mounted to a greater height as I tried to call out for someone. Instead of a hoarse voice, my voice was actually smooth and familiar… it sounded like my twin’s.

A wave of disquiet washed over me, making me get off the bed and rush to gaze at the mirror. I fell back one step after seeing my reflection, eyes bulging with disbelief.

I slowly brought my trembling right hand to feel the face I was seeing in the mirror. This… It was Allegra’s face.

I couldn't help gasping in shock.

How come I was in her body? And where was she now? Was she now possessing my old body?

The door opened in that moment, and Anastasia, whom I knew to be my twin’s handmaid, walked in, dressed in a beautiful green silk dress that accentuated her womanly curves a bit.

“Good morning, your highness,” she greeted me warmly, even bowing her head to me.

"G-good morning," I responded, trying not to sound or act suspicious.

"Pardon my rudeness, mistress, but are you alright?"

I nodded and put on the best fake smile I could come up with, "Yes, I am. Why do you ask?"

"Well...um... You do look pale. That's what prompted my question. Forgive me if I offended you, mistress,"

I gave a dismissive wave, "Nah, it's fine. Why are you here, by the way?"

"His Majesty and the Luna demand your presence at the dining hall in about half an hour." She apprised me, speaking softly.

"Alright then. Prepare my outfit for today." I told her, trying my best to sound arrogant.

Allegra was anything but modest, so I wouldn't be either. "However, make sure it isn't too flashy or I'll have your neck. Am I clear?"

"Yes, mistress," she said with her head bowed.

Then I sashayed into the bathroom. It was indeed classy, and almost ten times bigger than the apartment my previous body dwelled in.

I wondered, though, how long it had been since I fell off the balcony in my old body.

“I guess I'll have to live on as my sister now,” I thought, coming to terms with the reality before me.

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When I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw that Anastasia had three high-end dresses already placed on the bed, waiting patiently for me to make my choice.

I wasn’t really picky. After all, in my old body, all I had to put on were mostly old rags. How could I be choosy? That was something reserved for the privileged. And it seems right now, I’m in that situation.

I picked a simple ankle-length blue dress— that was my favourite colour— and chose to go with a simple silver necklace and mild perfume. Allegra’s choice of perfume had always made me feel queasy. I wouldn’t want to put myself in such a situation now that I was her.

Curiosity got the best of me as we walked through the hallways. "Anastasia, I'm quite curious..." I paused for a few seconds as we walked, gazing at her with my brows creased. "Do you know where Teagan is right now?"

Anastasia paused in her tracks, and so did I. She had her brows creased as she looked at me. "Mistress, it is no news where she is. You've even visited her yesterday, but she was unconscious."

I laughed it off to kill her suspicion, " Oh yeah, I do remember. I just wanted to ask."

As we were about to make a turn, I heard voices gossiping. 'Must be the household maids,' I thought. And I was damn right.

Two young ladies— barely 18, I'd bet—were chatting up ahead with no care for their surroundings.

"Emery, I'm glad that filthy Omega is in prison now," said a chubby blonde with tanned skin.

The other one, a brunette of average height, scoffed in disdain, "Of course, she deserved that. The Alpha was nothing but kind to her, you know. I mean, after the crime she committed at the pack square, I thought she would be stoned to death the next day at most. But the king let her roam free and even placed her in such a luxurious room. She had all the luxuries she didn't deserve handed to her."

The blonde spoke up, her tone snobbish, "That bitch was totally so ungrateful. She not only insulted the Luna, but she also dared to jump from such a high place and cause a commotion. What was she trying to prove? That she had nine lives or what?"

"Do you think she's still alive, Charlotte?" the one called Emery asked.

"I'm pretty sure of it. She's as tenacious as a roach. I bet she would even feel cold in hell's 18th layer," the brunette answered with confidence.

"Or perhaps that cell would be her grave," Emery sighed. "I really don't get why that lowlife is so stubborn and stupid to boot."

Hearing their conversation made me reasonably upset, and before I knew it, I was standing before them, a deep scowl contorting my features.