Switched Fate: Tangled In His Body

Chapter 7

Morana’s POV

Suddenly, the game of strength had turned to emotional play. She knew she couldn’t win against me, so she played dirty.

Removing her mask, she tilted her head, mockingly looking at me. “You leave me no choice.”

“You, scheming b***h! This is against the rule!” I retorted.

Violet laughed. “Well, who will know?”

She spread her arms and motioned to the closed room we were in. “There’s no surveillance here, and they’d only know who lost the moment that floor detected one of us falling from the ring. And let me tell you… that won’t be me.”

“Stop playing around! You’re being delusional. You might be his mate, but I’ll always be the woman he really loves!”

“Oh, you got it wrong, Luna.” She shook her head with sympathy. “Because of how he held and caressed me last night… By how he kissed and made me feel all hot and sexy… I’d say between us… You’re the third party.”

No… That couldn’t be. Logan told me nothing happened to them. But then again, there’s no lying that I felt an excruciating pain that almost made me faint.

“The way he grabbed my nape, pulling my head into his. His tongue nibbling and licking my soft spot–”

“Shut the hell up, or I swear I’ll snap your neck!” I threatened, and my wolf and I got angrier every second we heard a word from her narration.

“Can you imagine? His hands sliding from my jaws to my–”

Before she could continue speaking, rage in me took over, and in the blink of an eye, I was jumping in the air, shifting into my massive, pure brown wolf.

“Aghhh! Help!” she shouted in fear as I tackled her to the ground.

She tried to stand up, but as soon as she was on both feet, I used my head to push her, sending her flying to the fake walls, which instantly broke down from the impact of her fall. This gave the entire pack a full view of my attacks on her.

Just then, her cunning expression vanished. She crawled back on the floor while facing me with full horror on her face. She was trembling, and tears were streaming down her face while she’s weeping in panic.

“Oh, goddess! Please help me!” she shouted, looking everywhere for help, but there was no way I’d let her go without giving her a scratch.

Not only was the effect of wolfsbane increasing in me, but her words were more than enough to provoke me in more ways than one could imagine.

So, I let my instinct dictate my move. With my front paw raised, I jumped and was ready to scratch her with my claws, but an inch before I could touch her, I was thrown far back on the other wall of the venue, and a deafening roar echoed in the entire place.

“L-logan! Thank goodness! I… I was already surrendering, and s-she… she just attacked me. She said I… I s-stole you from h-her…”

I looked in shock while laying sideways on the floor in my wolf form as I watched Violet struggle to stand before letting herself fall into my husband’s arms.

“Morana, stop! How can you be so cruel? She’s untrained, unlike you!” Logan’s fangs were showing under his lips, and his nails were already elongated into claws.

Raising my head, pain cursed in me, and I saw hatred in his eyes. And the worst part about it… he’s eyes didn’t even change colors.

He’s in control. It wasn’t just his wolf speaking.

“Luna, are you alright?” Jackson, my right-hand warrior, ran toward me in worry, followed by the other warriors.

They dropped a blanket and robe on me to cover myself up as I shifted, but all I could see was how tenderly my husband was embracing and supporting another woman.

“Logan… Why did you do that?” I called out in the calmest tone I could muster as I approached him.

I sent a deadly glare at Violet before shifting my eyes to him again. “Why did you help her?”

In a monotonous voice, he replied, “You violated the rules, Morana. It was quite intensive. Besides, I fear that Tristan will wage war if you kill her.”

“Bullshit! Our pack is way more powerful than theirs. You are a more powerful Alpha than them. And you’re what? Afraid?” I scoffed.

He sighed, looking fed up. “I’m just thinking for the greater good, Morona. Long-term decisions.” After that, he remained silent.

And when he spoke again, his words were, “You’re injured.”

I looked down at my feet, and there were a few small shards from the fall earlier that flew in my legs. Hope surged in me. “No, I’m fine–”

“Let me carry you.” Then, he bent down and placed his arms below Violet’s knees and back.

He wasn’t asking about me. He’s asking Violet, who had a few bruises on her back from the fall, which was already healing. He didn’t even glance long enough at me to see that I was not healing.

With him carrying me, he looked at me with a stern gaze. “I didn’t know you could go such lengths, Morana. Obviously, you lose the empathy challenge. And with you violating the rules, you also lose the strength.”

“W-what are you trying to say?” I asked despite knowing his meaning.

He looked to the elders and the crowd, declaring, “Today, I pronounce Violet to be the winner for this Luna Game.”

Silent filled the air.

When he started leaving the arena, Finely ended the event. “A-and that ends today’s event. Thank you for coming, folks.”

I watched him leave, being followed by a doctor as they went straight to the clinic.

Me? I stared at his retreating figure while maintaining a stoic expression. I won’t give Tristan and his pack the joy of seeing me in my misery.

“Luna, let’s go?” Jackson asked with pity, offering his hand. I sneered. Luna? My own husband just vomited me off like I’m some trash! A food he’s done with!

I shook my head and walked by myself back to my room. I was already shamed enough. I’d rather maintain having the dignity I have left.

Sitting on the cold floor of my room, I stared down at my unhealing wounds because of the wolfsbane.

I heard a couple of knocks, but I gave no permission to enter. Hence, when the door creaked to signal someone was coming in, I irritably said without looking, “I didn’t allow you to enter.”

“Now, when I visited to surprise you. I didn’t expect I’d be the one receiving surprising news.” Standing at the door like a heaven’s sent was my father.

Unlike the others, he didn’t look at me with pity. He looked at me with pride.

“Think fast,” he said, throwing me a bottle.

Looking at the label, I couldn’t help but sob. For the first time after years, I let myself look weak in front of someone. In front of my safe haven - my father.

It’s an antidote for Wolfsbane. My hand tightened as I looked up at my father, letting the pain show in my eyes. “I wanted to leave, Dad.”

“I want to leave Logan.”