Reborn Into the Alpha’s Game

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My twin sister was obsessed with werewolf novels, always fantasizing about marrying a man like an Alpha.

Until one day she saw golden-haired Kael at the ice hockey rink.

She screamed.

Kael was exactly as handsome and powerful as the werewolf in her fantasies.

To live out a real-life epic romance with him,

my sister didn't hesitate to sleep with Kael's teammates to get insider information,

planning to slip him an illegal aphrodisiac at the hockey team's championship celebration party, then use the one-night stand to force him into marriage.

In my past life, I tried to warn her. I told her Kael's family was too powerful to mess with, that the plots in those novels were all fiction.

She eventually called off the plan, but not long after, news broke that Kael was engaged to a noble heiress.

Turns out that night, this heiress had drugged Kael, and reporters caught them in bed together.

To protect the family's reputation, Kael was forced to marry her.

My sister blamed me for ruining her billionaire fantasy. One night, she broke into my bedroom and smothered me to death.

Now, reborn, I've returned to the day before Kael's championship celebration party.

This time, I'm not stopping her. In fact, I've thoughtfully booked her a luxury suite.

But what I never expected was that the world of werewolves actually exists.

And it seems this werewolf has set his sights on me.

"This is the good stuff I had someone get for me. At the celebration party tonight, I'm having Tyler from the hockey team slip it into Kael's water bottle. As long as I can get pregnant with his baby, I'll be the future mistress of the Hale family!"

Stella shook the little pink bottle, her eyes burning with obsession.

I looked at her crazed expression and tugged at the corner of my mouth.

"Oh. Good luck with that."

Stella froze for a second, then immediately grew suspicious. Her nails dug viciously into my arm as she threatened:

"Don't you dare try anything funny. To get into this celebration party, I slept with those guys on the hockey team multiple times."

"If you mess this up for me, I'll make Mom and Dad cut off your tuition!"

She tossed me a black face mask and a baseball cap, ordering me to follow her to the party as cover. Seeing me obediently agree, she twisted her hips in satisfaction and went back to her room.

Meanwhile, at the ice hockey training facility,

Kael had just finished extra practice and took the electrolyte drink his second-in-command Jasper handed him.

A hint of crimson churned in his gray-blue eyes. Tomorrow was the full moon, and the moon madness triggered by the wolf poison a traitor had given him was already stirring restlessly.

Jasper stood beside him, reporting in a low voice using the wolf clan's secret language:

"Stella from the Art Institute paid Tyler on our team to buy illegal aphrodisiacs. She's planning to drug you at tonight's celebration party."

Kael's hand tightened sharply around the water bottle, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

He'd just finished clearing out the traitors trying to seize power in the Pack, and now some clueless human dared to scheme against him.

But the next second, something occurred to him. "Isn't Stella Clara's sister?"

"Yes, Kael."

He looked up, a deep, unfathomable light flashing through his gray-blue eyes. His originally simple revenge plan suddenly took a new direction.

"Keep watching them. Let them go ahead with the drugI have my own arrangements." He set down the water bottle, gazing into the distance with an amused smile playing on his lips.

A few hours later, the hockey team's celebration party began as scheduled.

I wore my mask and baseball cap, hiding in the shadows of the banquet hall like an invisible outsider.

Stella wore a tight red spaghetti-strap dress, flitting through the crowd like a butterfly,

her eyes glued to the tall, handsome Kael.

Before long, I watched Stella pour the drug into an electrolyte water bottle and hand it to Tyler from the hockey team.

Tyler winked and gave an OK sign, then carried the water over to Kael.

Kael glanced down at the bottle, his peripheral vision landing precisely on the shadows where I was hiding. My heart skipped a beat.

The next second, he took the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and tilted his head back for a long drink.

About ten minutes later, Kael's face flushed an unnatural red. His body swayed, his breathing growing ragged.

"Kael, are you okay?" Stella immediately rushed over to grab his arm, her voice sickeningly sweet.

"Did you drink too much? Let me help you upstairs to rest. I have a room."

Kael didn't speak, just let out a low, heavy breath and allowed her to guide him toward the elevator.

I followed behind. The moment she turned around, I slipped a room key card into her purse and whispered:

"Room 8808. Everything's ready."

Stella glanced back at me, her eyes full of smug satisfaction.

"Smart of you. Once I become the mistress of the Hale family, I'll introduce you to one of Hale's drivers or bodyguards. Enough to keep you comfortable for life."

"Guard the stairwell. Don't let anyone interfere, or I'll tell Mom and Dad."

I nodded, watching her help Kael into the elevator.

The moment the elevator doors closed, I leaned against the wall, my heart perfectly calm.

In my past life, I tried to stop her, and ended up dead.

This time, I personally handed her the room key. I wanted to see just how badly her billionaire fantasy would shatter.

A few minutes later, a heavy thud echoed down the hall, and the door to 8808 flew open.

Kael staggered out, breathing heavily like a wolf on the edge of losing control.

Inside the room, Stella lay unconscious on the floor.

I let out a breath of relief and turned to slip away quietly, but suddenly a massive force seized my wrist.

The world spun. I was slammed hard against the door of the room next door, scorching heat flooding over me.

Kael's face was inches from mine. His gray-blue eyes had turned terrifyingly red. His nose brushed against my neck as his hoarse voice rasped:

"Finally found you, my Fated Mate."

Just as I was about to scream for help, he brushed his fingers across the corner of my eye, his voice low and hypnotic: "Your eyes... they're beautiful."

The next second, he tore off my mask and lowered his head to kiss me.

In my panic, I switched off the room's lights. Moonlight from the full moon outside filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting silver light across us. I had no chance to escape.

It wasn't until nearly dawn that he finally fell into a deep sleep, holding me.

I fought through the aching soreness in my body, scrambling to get dressed, desperate to leave before he woke.

The moment I opened the door, I saw the door to 8808 open. The balding old man who'd sold Stella the drugs walked out, pulling up his pants with a satisfied look on his face.

I glanced into the room. Stella was still unconscious, completely unaware that the person who'd shared her bed last night wasn't the Kael she'd been dreaming about.

The hatred from my past life surged up. Expressionless, I walked over and gently closed the door to 8808.

Sweet dreams, sister.

By the time I got back to the apartment, it was already bright outside.

The moment I opened the door, my parents came rushing out of the kitchen, their faces plastered with fawning smiles as they shouted:

"My darling Stella! You're finally back! How did it go last night? Did it work?"

When they saw my face, their smiles instantly froze. The joy in their eyes turned to undisguised disgust.

"Clara? Why is it you? Where's your sister?"

My mom shoved me aside, craning her neck to look behind me. When she didn't see Stella, she immediately started shrieking:

"I told you to look after your sister! Why did you come back alone? What are you trying to pull?"

I couldn't be bothered to argue with her. I changed my shoes and headed toward my room, tossing out coldly:

"I'm here to pack my things. I'm moving to the campus dorms."

"Moving to the dorms?" My mom chased after me, her face twisted with rage.

"Dorms aren't free, you know! Where's a student like you going to get money for housing fees? All you ever do is spend the family's money!"

I stopped walking and turned to look at her.

"If Stella really does become the young mistress of the Hale family, what happens when the Hales see meher identical twin sister? What if they can't tell us apart? If you don't want me ruining things for her, then don't stop me from moving out."

That hit them right where it hurt.

They exchanged a look, then immediately waved me off with disgust, telling me to get lost.

I tugged at the corner of my mouth but said nothing more.

My tiny back room was dark and cramped, while Stella's room had its own private balcony, filled with designer bags and makeup.

All because some fortune teller once said I was a debt collector come to torment the family, while my sister was here to repay past kindness. So despite being identical twins, we lived completely different lives.

As I was dragging my suitcase downstairs, I ran right into Stella limping back home.

Her dress was torn and stretched out of shape. Her neck and collarbone were covered in purple bruises. Her legs trembled as she walked. But her face wore a triumphant smile, as if those marks were her ticket into high society.

Seeing me with my suitcase, she raised an eyebrow and sneered:

"Oh, you're moving out? Smart of you. Now that Kael and I are together, you'd just be an eyesore."

I ignored her and kept walking.

My parents immediately swarmed around her. Stella flipped her hair, blushing coyly as she told them how gentle Kael had been with her last night, how she was the only one who could soothe his conditionbasically grafting every werewolf novel trope onto herself.

I stood at the doorway, listening, and almost laughed.

She had no idea what had actually happened after she passed out.

Stella suddenly called out to me, her eyes turning cold:

"Clara, fine, you don't have to move. But your phone stays on 24/7, and when I call, you pick up within three seconds."

"If you don't cooperate, I'll have Mom and Dad cut off your tuition."

She waved her phone around, then snapped several photos of the bruises on her neck, smiling sweetly.

My parents hovered around her, calling her "the future Mrs. Hale" over and over, as if she'd already ascended to the heavens.

I said nothing more. I opened the door and walked out without looking back.

But I never imagined their madness would go this far.

That very night, Stella called me. She said she was about to marry Kael and become a billionaire's wife, so she needed a new luxury car. She told me to marry some sixty-year-old man and get some money to contribute to the family.

I coldly refused. The phone immediately erupted with my mother's screaming, and then they showed up at my dorm.

In the dormitory lobby, my mom slapped me across the face.

"If you don't marry Mr. Williams, where's Stella supposed to get money for her new car? Having a small business owner willing to marry you is already your good fortune. Hurry up and marry him while you're still youngcontribute something to this family."

I looked at these two people who were supposed to be my parents, and the last shred of hope in my heart shattered completely.

"I'm your daughter too. Doesn't my happiness matter? Why should I marry a sixty-year-old man for Stella's sake?"

"If you didn't want me that badly, why didn't you just strangle me at birth?"

My mom looked at me coldly, her words stabbing into my heart like ice picks:

"If your sister hadn't cried and begged us to keep you, you would have been thrown away long ago!"

I wiped away my tears, my gaze cold as ice.

"I won't marry him. If you want money, figure it out yourselves. You don't like me? Fine. I'll leave."

I turned and went back to my dorm. That night, I drafted an agreement to sever all parental ties. The next day, I had them sign it.

They didn't even read it. They just figured methe debt collectorvoluntarily cutting ties with the family would only clear the path for Stella's high-society future. They signed their names with a flourish.

Holding the signed agreement, I felt nothing but calm.

In this second life, I had finally drawn a line between myself and that bloodsucking family.

In the days that followed, the whole school exploded with gossip.

Stella started posting anonymously on the campus forums like crazy, leaking details about her "relationship" with Kael.

She blended werewolf fiction with reality seamlessly:

"Help! What's it like dating a billionaire heir? He's 6'4", the star of the hockey team, usually cold as ice but privately so gentleonly with me. His possessiveness is insane; he gets jealous if another guy even looks at me."

"He has a rare genetic condition. He loses control on full moon nights, and I'm the only one who can calm him down. That night, he held me and said I was his only salvation."

"He said at the Spring Ball, he's going to make us official. And propose."

The post shot straight to the top of the campus forum. The whole school was trying to figure out which girl had caught Kael's eye.

Stella dropped hints on purpose, and soon, everyone had identified her.

Plus, plenty of people at the celebration party had seen Stella helping Kael to a room. Everyone assumed Stella was Kael's girlfriendthe future mistress of the Hale family.

Stella completely lost touch with reality. Everywhere she went, people swarmed around her, calling her "Mrs. Hale." International students from wealthy families who used to look down on her were now trying to be her friend.

Meanwhile, I kept my head down, spending my days in the lab, quietly attending classes and running experiments, as if this school-wide scandal had nothing to do with me.

Only occasionally would I feel a burning gaze land on me. When I looked up, all I'd see was an empty seat.

I knew it was Kael.

I couldn't figure out why. He'd clearly seen through Stella's scheme. So why hadn't he retaliated? Why was he playing along, letting everyone believe they were actually together?

This question reached its peak when Stella called me again.

Her voice dripped with smugness, mixed with frustration:

"Clara, let me ask you something. What's the deal with Kael's genetic condition? Why does he lose control on full moons? Is there a way to make him only remember me when he's out of control?"

I replied flatly, "I'm just a sophomore. Not a doctor. I don't know."

"Aren't you supposed to be some biology genius? You don't know something this simple?" Stella exploded. "I'm telling you, I've already slept with Kael! But aside from putting on a show with me at school, he won't even touch me in private! I need to get pregnant fast to lock down my position as Mrs. Hale!"

"Help me one more time. Find a chance to drug Kael againthis time, I have to get pregnant! If you don't cooperate, Mom and Dad will cut off your tuition!"

My hands were shaking with rage. I refused coldly: "I'm not helping you. You want to drug someone, do it yourself. Don't contact me again."

I hung up and blocked all their numbers.

But I never imagined their madness would go even further.

A few days later, I heard from classmates that my parents were going around Boston's business circles bragging that their daughter was about to marry into the Hale family.

Business people who used to look down on them were suddenly circling around them. Especially a man named Jim, who used to sneer at their little restaurant. Now he'd come to them with a high-return restaurant investment opportunity, saying he was doing it as a favor to the Hale familyhelping them get rich together.

My parents didn't think twice. They poured in everythingtheir life savings from running the restaurant for over a decade, the money from mortgaging the house, all of it. They even took out high-interest loans.

The moment I heard this, my heart dropped.

The Hale family's restaurant empire spanned all of Boston. This Jim was almost certainly Kael's man.

I understood immediately. Kael's false kindness toward Stella wasn't affection.

It was a trap.

First, give them a taste of sweetness. Dangle the bait and let them bet everything they had. Then, in one swift move, drag them straight to hell.

He wanted to destroy their reputation and bankrupt them completely.

Realizing this, a cold sweat broke out down my spine.

This man was far more terrifying than I'd imagined.

And Stella and my parents were still dreaming of marrying into wealth,

completely unaware they'd already walked into an elaborately laid trap.

Time flew by, and before I knew it, the school's annual Spring Ball had arrived.

This was the biggest event of the semester, and all the campus celebrities would be there.

This year, all eyes were on Kael and Stella.

Half a month ago, Stella had been telling everyone that Kael would make their relationship official at this ballin front of the entire school. Maybe even propose.

The whole campus was buzzing. Everyone was waiting to see the fairy-tale ending between the wealthy heir and the ordinary girl.

After all, Kael's special treatment of Stella over the past few months had been obvious to everyone.

Everyone thought this proposal was a done deal.

On the night of the ball, Stella wore a pure white couture gown with flawless makeup.

She looked exactly like a female lead straight out of a werewolf novel.

My parents showed up too, dressed in rented formal wear. They flanked Stella, unable to hide the smugness on their faces.

The moment they walked in, they were surrounded by a crowd of flatterers.

"Stella, you look stunning tonight! No wonder Kael is head over heels for you!"

"Congratulations! When Kael proposes later, you have to say yes! We're all waiting for the wedding!"

"Once you're the mistress of the Hale family, don't forget about us old classmates!"

Drowning in praise, Stella completely lost her grip on reality. She lifted her chin, striking a pose worthy of the Hale family matriarch, waving her hand with a smile:

"Don't worry, everyone. Once Kael and I are married, I'll make sure he gets you all internships at Hale Group!"

The flattery grew even louder.

I stood in a corner of the ballroom, wearing my mask and baseball cap, hiding myself in the shadows.

I looked up at the stage. There were plenty of people around Kael,

but his gaze cut through the crowd, landing precisely on the corner where I was hiding.

The moment our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat.

I quickly ducked my head and slipped behind a pillar. When I looked up again, he'd already looked away and was speaking quietly with Jasper beside himas if that moment of eye contact had been my imagination.

Before long, the host walked onto the stage with a smile:

"Welcome to Boston University's Spring Ball! Now, let's give a warm round of applause for our hockey team captain, Kael, to come up and say a few words!"

Kael set down his glass, straightened his suit jacket, and strode onto the stage.

He swept his gaze across the audience, his eyes landing on Stella at the very front of the crowd.

His lips parted slightly as his deep voice carried through the speakers across the room:

"Thank you all for your trust and support of the hockey team. But tonight, I'm not just here to express gratitude. I also want to give Miss Stella a very special gift."

The moment he finished, the entire room erupted!

"Propose! Propose! Propose!"

"Get together! Get together! Get together!"

A spotlight instantly found Stella. Her face flushed crimson, tears welling in her eyes. She covered her mouth with both hands, trembling with excitement.

Kael looked at the crowd below, his smile deepening. He extended a hand toward Stella, his voice dripping with allure: "Miss Stella, would you come up on stage and accept my gift?"

"Yes!"

Stella screamed the word, gathering up her white gown and running toward the stage amid everyone's cheers.

She stood beside Kael, gazing at him with utter adoration, as if she could already see herself as Mrs. Hale.

Just as everyone waited for Kael to get down on one knee and pull out a ring,

Kael suddenly stepped back, putting distance between them, and snapped his fingers at Jasper backstage.

The next second, the massive LED screen behind the stage lit up.

When the content on the screen became clear, the cheering instantly died.

The entire ballroom fell deathly silent.