Chapter 243: Who Is That

Words : 1035 Updated : Oct 12th, 2025

Chapter 243: Who Is ThatOlivia’s POV For hours, I remained locked in my room while my so-called funeral rites were taking place outside. This time, I couldn’t bring myself to watch. I didn’t want to see it. Couldn’t stand to see hundreds of people mourning me... saying goodbye to a girl who was still breathing. Who was still here. And the question that haunted me most—whose body were they burying? Whose lifeless form were they lowering into the ground while crying over me? How had Alpha Damien pulled it off? Who was this man? How could he manipulate reality so perfectly—down to the last detail? I paced the floor, back and forth, my heart thundering in my chest. My mind kept returning to the conversation we had earlier. He told me my mother had killed Alpha Gabriel’s mother. That’s why they wanted me dead. But when I asked more—how that happened, why my mother would do such a thing—he refused to speak. Said that was all I needed to know. I hated that. I hated secrets. I sighed and sat back on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall as my thoughts wandered... and landed on Lennox. When we kissed I could feel his hesitation for but also his desire for me... not as Olivia but as Rebecca. It made me wonder if I was really gone and this Rebecca was real—Does that mean he could’ve kissed her—on the very day of my funeral? I shook my head violently, pushing the thought away. It hurt too much to linger on it. Then suddenly I heard it. Faint. Soft. Floating through the air. A song. One of my favorite songs. Hero by Mariah Carey My breath hitched. Why... why was it playing? I jumped to my feet and rushed toward the sound, my heart pounding. It grew louder as I reached the hallway, then the stairs. And louder still when I stepped outside the mansion. The garden was full of people. Pack members, warriors, omegas—everyone stood gathered around a center display. I weaved through the crowd, my breath coming in shallow gasps, until I saw it— A glass casket. And inside... I froze. Everything inside me stopped moving. There, inside the casket, lay a body. The body they believed was mine. Pack members moved slowly, each taking turns to bow, whisper farewells, or leave a single white rose on the stone steps leading up to the coffin. My feet moved on their own. As I stepped closer, I felt the weight of every stare, every whispered prayer. But they didn’t see me. Not as Olivia. To them, I was dead. As I neared the casket, my gaze fell on the triplets. They stood like statues—each seconds away from breaking down. None of them spoke. All had tears in their eyes, clinging to the last shred of control. Louis gripped the railing so tight. Levi was blinking fast, his shoulders trembling. Lennox... his jaw was clenched, face pale, tears silently trailing down his cheek. My heart shattered. I stepped closer... closer still... until I reached the glass. And then—I gasped. Loud. My knees buckled. Because lying inside was a headless body—a body that looked exactly like mine. Same build. Same hands. Beside the body... the head. And goodness— It looked just like me. The face. The hair. Everything. It was like staring at a twisted, lifeless reflection. I stumbled backward, dizzy, bile rising in my throat. No. No no no no no. How is this possible? My body swayed, my vision blurring. I felt dizzy and just as I was about to hit the ground, strong arms caught me. Held me. "Easy, dear," came the deep, calming voice of Alpha Damien. He was suddenly there, holding me against his chest. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Only one thought echoed through my mind—Who the hell is that in the casket? He guided me away from the casket and back to the main mansion. When we got to my room, he let go of me and frowned. "Why were you there... you could have stayed in this room," he spat. I frowned right back and met his eyes, asking the question that had been tearing me apart. "Who is that? The body that looks like me—who is she?" "It’s none of your business," he said coldly, turning away. No. Not this time. I stepped in front of him and blocked the door. "No, Alpha Damien. I deserve to know," I said, my voice trembling with anger. "You told me my mother killed Alpha Gabriel’s mother and refused to explain. Now everyone is down there mourning and laying to rest someone who’s not me—and you still won’t tell me who she is?" He said nothing. So I raised my voice. "I want the truth!" His hand went to the doorknob, but I stepped closer and grabbed his wrist. "You’re not going anywhere," I said. "Not until you tell me who that girl in the casket is." He tried to push past me, but I didn’t move. I didn’t blink. And then I said it—the one thing that shifted the entire air in the room. "If you won’t tell me..." I whispered, "then let’s end this game." He stopped. I kept going. "You can kill my parents like you planned. I won’t stop you. But I’ll expose everything. I’ll make sure your enemies know I’m not Rebecca. And Sofia? She’ll be dead within hours. So go ahead. We both lose." The silence was sharp. Deadly. He turned slowly, his brow furrowed with anger. His jaw clenched. He looked as if he wanted to rip the entire room apart. Then finally— He gritted his teeth and spat the word through them. "Fine." I exhaled shakily. His gaze darkened, like the truth was a poison he hated to speak. "The person in that casket..." he said, his voice low and heavy, "is you." I blinked. "What?" He stared at me. "That body is you, Olivia." My heart stopped. What is he talking about? He let out a tired sigh. "The person in that casket," he whispered, "was the real Rebecca. The one who died in your place."

Chapter 243: Who Is That

Comments (0)