Did we just switch souls?!
Alfie, now trapped in my frail, battered form, groaned in pain with each merciless kick from the burly guards. His eyes, my blue ocean eyes, burned with seething rage. The fire in them was unmistakable, killing intent so intense I almost feared it. But there was nothing he could do. He was no longer in his powerful alpha form. He was in my weak, battered body now.
This is just crazy. I'm going insane right now.
The scar-faced man yelled, his voice dripping with venom as he continued his assault on my body. "Who the hell are you to lay your filthy hands on the alpha?!" He kicked me again, sending a fresh wave of agony through my heart. My body was being battered, even though I couldn't feel any pain, while Alfie's body, which I now occupied, felt heavy, alien to me filled with pent-up frustration and fury.
Then, my legs moved of their own accord, and before I knew it, I was kneeling beside my body. My breath caught in my throat, my heart slamming against my chest as I cradled my once-perfect face, now bruised and swollen.
Damn! I spent a lot of money on my skin, and now... I look like shit!
Alfie, trapped in my body, couldn't even fight back, even though he wanted to. He was now weak, and all he could do was stare at me with burning anger in those ocean eyes.
The guards, their faces filled with surprise and confusion, froze when they saw me..now Alfie, kneeling beside the omega. The omega who was supposed to be beneath him. Submissive. Disposable. A sex toy.
They couldn't comprehend why Alfie, their ruthless alpha, was kneeling beside the omega. But they couldn't question him. They could only watch in silence.
I couldn't even begin to process how stupid I was. How had I just stood there, helpless, while I was being hit? It was my body!! Why hadn't I reacted sooner? I should have stopped the guards immediately, but I was paralyzed, watching the destruction from the outside, completely useless.
"What did you do?" Alfie finally managed to gather some strength to speak, his voice echoing in the space cutting me off my whirlpool of thoughts. It was soft, charming, regal, the tone I'd once been known for. But now it was weak, almost a whisper, as blood spilled from his perfect mouth.
The sight of it made my heart skip a beat. Blood. My body was bleeding.
"Why are you me, and why am I you?" Alfie asked again, his words now laced with fury and hatred. But despite the anger, despite the venom in his voice, he could do nothing but choke on blood.
I couldn't even answer him. I had no explanation. My mind was a scrambled mess, my panic overriding any sense of logic. I was as confused as he was too.
How was this even possible? How could I be in his body? How could he be in mine?
"Tell them to lift me up and bring me with you to my room," Alfie uttered, his words clipped, dangerously cold as his eyes met mine. The intensity in his gaze locked onto me, his anger surging once more.
"Huh?" I blurted out as Alfie's words snapped me out of my whirlpool of thoughts.
Yeah, that's the right move. I need some answers. I can't keep spiraling like this. First, Alfie and I meet on Earth, and then we somehow end up here, even though he doesn't have any memory of who he was back there. But now we've swapped souls! This must mean something. We're connected somehow, and I can't be the only one going crazy. He has to have answers too. At least now we can address this situation privately. He wouldn't be able to hurt me now that he's weak and trapped in my body.
I rose up from the ground immediately. My body has to be treated soon, or I might bleed to death.
I stepped away from my battered body, wiping my hands off, mimicking Alfie's earlier gesture as I turned to face the guards who stood at attention, eager to hear what I was about to say.
If I want to survive this situation, I have to act like Alfie since I'm in his body. I have to be cold, ruthless, unfeeling. That is the only way I can convince these guards that I'm still the same powerful figure they feared.
"This omega is quite bold," I stated with a wide smirk. "He needs to be bent to my will, or he'll go wild, which can't be accepted. He needs to be punished."
"Carry him and bring him with me now to my room," I added, my voice cold and edged with seriousness.
The guards didn't hesitate. Two stepped forward, one of them throwing a sack over my bruised face, which had once been admired by my fans.
"Lead the way," I said, my voice sharp as I turned to face the scar-faced man, who bowed his head in response and then did as he was told immediately.
We moved quickly, the mansion's grandiose hallways passing by as I followed closely behind. The lavish surroundings stood in stark contrast to the chaos swirling in my mind. The servants we passed bowed respectfully, not daring to lift their heads or make a sound until I passed them. It was clear just how dangerous Alfie was in this world.
Eventually, we stepped outside the room, and I was met with the sight of a sprawling compound, an estate filled with luxurious cars and vibrant flowers. But I wasn't impressed. I didn't even pay attention. I had more pressing matters to deal with.
We entered the mansion, and the scar-faced man continued to lead me, guiding me through corridors. We climbed a grand staircase, and as we reached the top, I felt an unsettling sensation settle in my chest.
We stopped in front of a large wooden door. The scar-faced man hesitated, clearly reluctant to open it.
"Should we bring him in, boss?" he asked, his voice slightly shaky. He hadn't stepped foot in Alfie's room before. I could tell. He was reluctant to open the door, unsure of what I might want.
"Of course," I commanded, the authority in my voice leaving no room for doubt. Without hesitation, the scar-faced man opened the door, revealing the lavish room beyond.
I stepped inside, taking in the surroundings. The room was massive, surrounded by shelves filled with books explaining Alfie's love for literature. One side of the room was lined with weapons: swords, daggers, guns, the kind of collection only someone with dangerous power would keep. In the center of the room sat a king-sized bed, its elegant frame dominating the space, surrounded by expensive but dark-coated furniture that screamed opulence.
The entire room felt like it was designed to intimidate, to instill fear.
Alfie can't do anything to me now, though, right? He's weak in my body, unable to move, helpless. He is powerless.
"You can all leave now!" I finally said to the guards who were still present.
"Yes, Alpha Alfie!" the guards chorused in unison. Afterward, the two who were still carrying my body...now Alfie's, lowered it to the floor, dropping it with a loud thud that made Alfie groan in pain before they hurried out of the room. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving Alfie and me alone now.