I woke up to a warm sensation beside me.

My body stiffened as I slowly turned my head, my pupils constricting in shock.

It was Kinley Taylor, my half-sister.

She lay there, naked, her dark hair tangled, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of pleasure. She slept soundly, her breathing soft and steady.

But… how was this possible?

Six months ago, the Herrera packhouse had been consumed by flames in a single night. No one survived. Kinley had perished in that fire.

And yet, here she was, alive and well.

Was she a ghost?

I shot up in bed, my heart pounding, sweat breaking out across my skin.

The movement seemed to rouse her. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and then she reached out, her arm snaking around my waist.

“Sean… are you leaving already?”

Her voice was soft, dripping with a sweetness that sent a chill down my spine.

Sean?

Why was she calling me that?

I looked down at my body—broad shoulders, a flat chest, a defined abdomen, and…

My hand trembled as I reached lower, and when I touched the unmistakable male anatomy, I nearly screamed.

This wasn’t my body!

I stumbled off the bed, my legs giving way as I rushed to the vanity.

The mirror reflected a face that made my breath catch.

It was Sean Herrera, my mate.

His features were sharp, his jawline strong, but his complexion was pale, his eyes wide with fear.

It was him.

But it was also… me.

I raised a shaking hand to my face, and the reflection mimicked the movement.

What the hell was happening?

I stared at the mirror, my mind racing, my wolf stirring uneasily in the back of my consciousness.

---

Earlier that night, I had been Isabel Herrera, Alpha of the Herrera pack. Now, I was Sean, my mate—a Beta who had always been loyal, or so I thought.

My wolf growled softly, a low rumble of confusion and anger. *This isn’t right,* she murmured, her voice echoing in my mind.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. No, this wasn’t right. But it was real.

Kinley stirred behind me, her voice soft and sleepy. “Sean?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned away from the mirror, my mind spinning.

Sean had done this. He had switched our bodies, and now I was trapped in his. But why?

My wolf’s voice grew sharper. *Find out,* she demanded. *He’s hiding something.*

I nodded, a plan forming in my mind. If Sean had done this, he would pay. And I would make sure of it.

---

As I dressed quickly, my mind raced with possibilities. Kinley’s presence here was no coincidence. She had died in the fire, or so I had thought. But now, she was alive, and she had been with Sean.

My wolf growled again, her voice a warning. *Be careful,* she said. *This is deeper than we know.*

I glanced at Kinley, who was now sitting up in bed, her eyes half-closed. She smiled at me, a smile that once might have been sweet but now felt like a knife twisting in my gut.

“Sean, what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice innocent.

I forced a smile, my heart pounding. “Nothing,” I lied. “I just… need to clear my head.”

She nodded, her expression softening. “Of course. Take your time.”

I turned and left the room, my mind racing.

Sean had betrayed me. And now, I was going to find out why.

---

I made my way to the bathroom, my steps unsteady. The mirror still reflected Sean’s face, but now, I saw something else in his eyes—a flicker of fear, of guilt.

My wolf growled again, her voice sharp. *He’s hiding something,* she repeated.

I nodded, my jaw clenched. “I know,” I whispered.

And I would uncover it, no matter what it took.

---

As I stood there, staring at my reflection, I realized something. This wasn’t just a betrayal. It was a war.

And I was ready to fight.

Before I could make sense of the situation before me.

A pair of soft, delicate hands had already found their way to my chest.

The warmth of her palms felt all too real.

This wasn’t a dream.

And she wasn’t dead.

"Sean…"

Kinley cooed as she leaned closer.

Her fingers traced lazy, intimate circles on my chest.

The lingering scent of their earlier intimacy clung to her, a mix of rosemary and vanilla that made my stomach churn violently.

I bit down hard on my lower lip, forcing myself not to push her away.

Now wasn’t the time to confront her.

I had to figure out what was going on!

Kinley tilted her face up.

Her eyes brimmed with hope as she gazed at me.

"When can we finally be together openly? I’m so tired of hiding."

I reached out, stroking her hair, doing my best to mimic Sean’s usual tone.

"What’s wrong? Didn’t we already agree on this?"

Kinley pouted, her red lips forming a perfect pout of distress.

"Even though you gave her that wolfsbane tea… the thought of our son having to be registered under her name still makes me sick."

Wolfsbane tea?

The words exploded in my mind.

My vision blurred for a moment.

Three years of marriage to Sean.

And still, no child.

The cold looks from Della, the whispered judgments, the countless bitter remedies I’d forced down my throat…

I’d even knelt before the Moon Goddess for three days and nights.

Begging for a pup to carry on the Herrera bloodline.

But nothing had ever come of it.

Then, the tragedy that befell the Taylor pack.

I didn’t want to hold Sean back any longer.

With tears in my eyes, I’d suggested a rejection to him.

And how had Sean responded?

He’d cupped my face with such tenderness, his eyes filled with sincerity.

"Isabel, you’re all I need. I’ve decided—if we can’t have a pup, we’ll adopt one from the pack."

How utterly ironic!

He’d been slipping me wolfsbane tea all along!

His so-called "adoption"…

Was nothing more than a cover for Kinley’s pup!

A surge of anger rushed through me, hot and uncontrollable. I couldn’t stop myself from gripping Kinley’s wrist tightly, the force so strong I could almost hear the bones grinding.

"Ah! Sean! You’re hurting me!" Kinley cried out, her voice sharp with pain.

She tried to pull her hand free, her claws extending and scratching deep lines into my arm. I forced myself to relax, letting go of her wrist, but my gaze immediately dropped to her swollen abdomen.

The size of it… she was at least seven or eight months along.

A cold chill crawled up my spine, freezing me in place.

Memories flooded my mind, sharp and unrelenting.

Six months ago.

When I had returned to the pack house.

Kinley had been eating like a starving wolf back then, her appetite insatiable. Her body had grown fuller, rounder.

I had been concerned, gently scolding her, "Kinley, overeating isn’t healthy. You need to take care of yourself."

She had looked up at me, a piece of steak stuffed in her mouth, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.

"Luna," she had said, her voice dripping with a strange, sickening sweetness, "it’s fashionable to be curvy these days. Besides, eating well is a blessing!"

I had been about to press further when Sean appeared, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Isabel," he had said, his Alpha tone light but firm, "Kinley’s mark ceremony is in two months. Stop treating her like a pup."

And just like that, the moment had passed. I had laughed it off, not thinking much of it.

But now, as I looked back, the pieces fell into place with brutal clarity.

Sean had been there that day. He had been there, casually pushing a plate of roasted meat toward Kinley.

She had been pregnant even then.

And I, the fool, had been lost in the illusion of a perfect mate bond, blind to the betrayal unfolding right in front of me.

The weight of it crushed me, the reality of their deception settling like a stone in my stomach.

I had been living a lie, while they… they had been building a life together behind my back.