Chapter 1: Waking Up as the Villainess

I woke up as the villainous ex-girlfriend—the one the pack’s Alpha can’t stand, known for being shallow and obsessed with material things. Dropped straight into someone else’s disaster, I landed in a body with a reputation that would make any small-town gossip columnist drool. Here, I’m infamous as the ex who shattered his heart for the sake of appearances and money.

When the Alpha was just a nobody, I dumped him without a second thought. Back then, he was the quiet, broke boy everyone ignored, and I was the girl who cared more about how things looked than how they felt. Cold as an ice queen and twice as clueless, I walked away without a backward glance.

But once he climbed the ranks and became the youngest Alpha in the region, I crawled back, begging for another chance. I put on the syrupy-sweet act, played the “we were meant to be” card—every manipulative trick I knew—because the title and power looked good on me.

After he rejected me, I even went so far as to drug him—and it actually worked. I have no idea what kind of reckless move that was, but the original me crossed lines you just don’t come back from. That’s the ugly truth.

Now, I’ve woken up in this world, and the Alpha is still asleep beside me. We’re in a hotel room, blackout curtains sealed tight, the kind of place you rent under a fake name and try to forget ever existed. My mind scrambles for an exit.

Crap, crap, crap. He is absolutely going to destroy me. My heart is pounding a frantic drum solo against my ribs. I can practically hear my obituary being typed up.

Just as I’m about to make a break for it, subtitles start flashing in my vision: wild pop-up commentary, like I’m starring in a live-stream I never signed up for. Apparently, my brain’s running the show.

[This is the scene! The villainess forces herself on the Alpha, but she overdoses him and he loses his memory! Afraid of being blamed, she ditches him and runs. The precious little sister, who’s always had a crush on him, comes to care for him. The Alpha mistakes her for the one from last night and insists on taking responsibility. Super sweet!]

[The villainess is such an idiot. The Alpha used to love her so much, and later she even tries to use her pregnancy to chase the sister away. Thank goodness the Alpha wises up and hands her over to the old creep who bullied the sister—serves her right, lol.]

[If the villainess hadn’t self-destructed, there’d be no story for the sister! The Alpha is actually a werewolf, always fighting on the front lines, and he’s talented in every way. On the sister’s wedding night, she fainted more than once!]

Super in love? Fainted several times? That’s some next-level fanfic. It’s like someone bottled delusion and turned it into an interactive feature.

I freeze mid-escape. Every survival instinct is screaming run, but my legs aren’t listening.

Suddenly, a confused male voice comes from beside me. It’s low, rough, not fully awake, but sharp enough to slice through my panic.

“Who are you?”

I look at him, summoning my best pitiful expression. I stretch my lips into a smile that says “helpless” and “handle with care.” Two can play this game.

“I’m your girlfriend! How can you forget me after just one night? Are you trying to get out of taking responsibility?” I even toss in a wounded, wide-eyed look. If I’m going down, I’m going down swinging.

Colton DeWitt rubs his temples, face still pale from the drugs. He looks up at me, gaze sharp and calculating. He’s got that silent-authority vibe, like a man who reads the room and then takes it over.

“You’re… my girlfriend?”

My nerves are on high alert, but when I glance at the scratch marks on his perfect chest—and the clear bite mark on his throat—I swallow hard, then lift my chin with fake confidence. If I act like I belong here, maybe I’ll survive.

“Yeah!”

Colton’s dark brows draw together, still skeptical. He’s not buying my story completely, but he’s not tossing me out either.

But the live comments explode: my internal Greek chorus making everything worse.

[Why hasn’t the villainess run away? What about the sister?]

[Exactly! This is when the Alpha says he’ll take responsibility for the sister! Poor girl worked so hard to get close to him, I’m furious! Stupid villainess!]

[You can tell the villainess is no good! Pretending to be a waitress to drug the Alpha, and look at that outfit—her shirt’s about to pop open! How can she compare to our pure-hearted sister?]

Right then, the door opens quietly. A slender figure tiptoes in. It’s the kind of “oops, did I do that?” entrance that practically has a neon sign reading "staged."

“Alpha Colton, are you there?”

Before I can react, someone throws a blanket over my head. A heavy hotel throw, scratchy and suffocating, plunging me into instant darkness.

A man’s deep voice sounds above me, thick with anger and territorial energy. It’s the kind of tone that freezes people in place.

“Get out.”

Under the covers, it’s pitch black. I can’t see a thing, but I hear the heroine’s timid voice. She’s got the trembling act down perfectly.

“S-sorry, I saw you drank a lot and wanted to take care of you. I just went out to make some soup…”

By the end, she’s on the verge of tears. The performance is flawless—practice makes perfect.

The live comments erupt: the peanut gallery is on fire.

[Wait, the Alpha told the sister to get out?]

[Look at her pale face and wringing hands—my heart is breaking! All because of that idiot villainess!]

[Ahhh! My sweet main couple’s first meeting is ruined! The Alpha, still under the drug, should have pinned the sister down and kissed her for ages, asking for her help! Now it’s all gone!]

Seriously? What kind of “pure, innocent” girl sneaks into a guy’s room in the middle of the night and acts that flirty? That’s not caretaking—that’s bait.

Everyone’s pretending innocence—who are they fooling? Where I come from, we’d call this “calculated coincidence.”