Chapter 3: High School Sins, Hospital Stage

The original me was the Alpha’s vicious ex, obsessed with status and appearances. Her whole personality was a marketing campaign.

We went to the same high school. While other girls were still innocent, the villainess already knew how to use her looks. She was gorgeous and bold, turning her uniform skirt into a mini, showing off long, slender legs—like a real-life Barbie. She had so many admirers she couldn’t count them all. She worked the halls like a runway.

The Alpha was quiet and aloof, but top of the class and handsome, so he caught her eye. Genius boy, cool demeanor—that’s a trophy in any teen drama.

She didn’t actually like him—she just wanted the status of dating the school’s untouchable genius. It was all about the clout, not love.

But Colton, abandoned at a foster home as a kid, was starved for affection. Just a little flirting from her, and he fell hard. When you’ve had nothing, even crumbs look like a feast.

He was broke, but he never wanted her to go without. He worked three jobs just to buy her gifts, surviving on plain bread and cold water, even fainting from low blood sugar more than once. He pushed himself past reason just to see her smile.

Finally, after saving for three months, he bought her the most expensive necklace he could afford. But by then, she was already bored. The shine wore off for her long before the ribbon was tied.

Right in front of him, she tossed the necklace in the trash and clung to the rich school bully’s arm, full of disdain. She wanted an audience, and she got one.

“You didn’t really think I liked a broke loser like you, did you?” That line burned every bridge and heart in sight.

…

When I wake up, the whole backstory has just finished playing in my head, and my future looks pitch black—I can already see myself getting exiled from the pack or worse. My brain is stacking worst-case scenarios like dominoes.

What should I do? Panic doesn’t come with instructions.

According to the original plot, the Alpha always gets revenge. Not the petty kind either. The nuclear option.

This world is a post-apocalyptic shifter territory. Colton eventually becomes the Marshal of the Alliance. Which way do I turn to avoid being ripped apart for humiliating, dumping, and then forcing myself on him? How do you dodge a destiny written in blood?

Wait! A baby! The fastest way to change a wolf’s priorities? A pup. Even the live comments hinted about pregnancy drama.

…

I’m alone in the hospital bed—Colton isn’t here. Fluorescent lights hum, and the room smells like antiseptic and lemon-scented wipes.

Where did he go? My stomach twists.

I text him, but he doesn’t reply. The read receipts taunt me.

So annoying! I hate being left on read.

Remembering his wild performance last night, I blush, undo my hospital gown to the third button, and send him a photo. When you’re desperate, shamelessness is a strategy.

“You bit me, you bad wolf.”

A bite mark, still red and just barely scabbed, stands out on my pale skin—definitely steamy. I bite my lip and hit send.

It’s clear how out of control he’d been. It wasn’t just heat; it was hunger.

This time, he replies fast. The phone buzzes instantly.

“Button up.”

“In a meeting.”

“I’ll come back and put ointment on you.” The last line is pure possessive-husband energy.

Colton now is nothing like the broke school genius from before. I have to use some unconventional tactics. Old rules don’t apply to a man with this much power.

If nothing else, I’m confident in this body. Might as well use what I’ve got.

“I miss you, boyfriend.” I type it like it’s been our routine forever.

“It hurts. Hurry back, I want barbecue from Big Mike’s.” If love doesn’t lure him, food will.

He replies in seconds. No hesitation.

“Okay. Wait for me at lunch.”

…

At lunch, Colton shows up with a whole entourage—bodyguards, pack members, the whole atmosphere changes when they walk in.

And the heroine is with them! Her perfume arrives before her big, innocent eyes.

The way they look at me is anything but friendly. It’s a firing squad of old grudges.

It takes me a moment to remember—my face falls immediately. Memory is never there when you need it.

Weren’t these Colton’s old classmates? We all went to the same school—they all remember how I dumped him back then. Small towns have long memories.

I’m doomed. I rehearse my funeral smile.