Chapter 112: Distorted Memories

Sophia POV

I blinked a few times, feeling my whole body aching, not just my chest, something is very strange, very different… The air around me is not the same as I am used to.

Finally, I managed to focus my gaze and came face to face with a very familiar ceiling, a light gray tone, with a small chandelier with golden details. I turned my head and came face to face with the dark wood desk and sat on the bed, my heart racing.

I couldn't have come back to this cursed place, how was this happening? I know this room very well, as it is the same room where I suffered various abuses, from physical and mental tortures to rape…

I looked down and saw that I was wearing a silver nightgown, my hair reaching my breasts, in a platinum blonde tone, almost white… The tone he loved, always saying he was in love with it and that I should never cut or dye my hair.

I widened my eyes, seeing the various reddish scars on my arms, I was sure they should have already healed!

‘Heavens, what is happening?’ I asked myself, feeling a sharp pain in the middle of my chest and small red dots starting to appear.

I fought against this pain and stood up, walked to the mirror in the bathroom next door, my face had changed, become more rounded, my lips now have a heart shape, while my breasts had increased.

Everything I had changed in me, to become Sophia Turner, had disappeared, all the surgeries seemed to have vanished, and I am again like the innocent and stupid girl who had fallen in love with a monster.

‘Achilles! Alex!’ I shouted in my mind, trying to focus on the bond that links me to the Warriors of the Moon pack.

The only response was emptiness, there was nothing… Was I that far away?

I looked around, panicking, knowing that I needed to escape and return to my companions.

‘Companions?’ I heard a female voice in my mind, as if mocking my situation.

‘Per…’ I tried to call my Alpha, but a sharp pain passed through my head.

I saw Perseus' face, but in his hand, there was a lot of blood, and my chest hurt even more… He had hurt me, had attacked me.

Tears began to flow down my face, and I fell to my knees, holding the nightgown at the height of my heart, feeling my chest burn.

“How could he do this?” I asked between sobs.

“Naomi!” I heard someone calling me, and soon a gentle touch enveloped me.

I raised my face to find Ivar's face, his expression worried, but the shock of seeing the face of the man I hated the most was enough to make me stop crying and push Ivar away.

Ivar Volkheim was never an ugly man, he is tall, almost 2 meters tall, his hair dark, short, and well-combed back, highlighting his strong and angular features. His eyes are dark brown, which I am used to being cold and distant, but this time they are serene and worried.

“Naomi, it's me! Your companion!” Ivar said, and I found that phrase strange.

“No! My companions are Achilles and Per…” I swallowed, unable to complete the name of the Alpha of the Warriors of the Moon pack, and more tears began to flow.

“They deceived you! You have always been mine.” Ivar tried to approach, but I moved away.

My name was not Naomi, not anymore… I had been that woman, but now I was much more than that.

The word “mine” had a bitter taste in my mouth. I am not an object to belong to someone.

“You are lying!” I shouted. “You beat me so much and threw me in an alley!”

I tore the nightgown, showing the scars that are now very red. “You are to blame for this!”

Ivar brought his hand to his mouth, surprised and with a hurt expression.

“I would never do such a thing!” Ivar said and shook his head. “Don't you remember? Perseus Houroux is the one who sent you to the hospital! Those lines in the middle of your chest are a claw mark he gave you!”

I looked down, seeing the five lines there, and fell to my knees again. Yes, Perseus had done that… I shouldn't have survived…

“I know! You only survived because Gáta and I arrived in time!” Ivar said and then showed the witch who was near the door.

Gáta… She is a Moira witch, who deals with Destiny.

“Yes! The Warriors of the Moon pack kidnapped you from your true Destined.” Gáta explained. “When I saw you, I immediately identified you. Ivar had already contacted me, and I was sure of who you were. They had even changed your appearance, but with the help of the Gods, I managed to revert it.”

I brought my hand to my head, no, this couldn't be possible… I met the Warriors of the Moon pack at Gillian's hospital. Everything is very confusing.

“I promise we will explain everything to you little by little.” Gáta approached, and Ivar moved away.

“I felt… The bond with Achilles and Per…” I tried to say the name of the other alpha, but I couldn't.

“See, you can't even say his name, how could it have been real?” Gáta asked calmly and took my hand and brought it to my chest, so I could feel the scars of the wound that was there. “This is real! What he did to you is real.”

The pain in my head began to increase as I saw the face of the Alpha of the Warriors of the Moon pack in front of me, looking at me desperately, his eyes losing their shine, while someone held me from behind.

‘What happened?’ I asked myself, while closing my eyes, trying to remember why all this was happening.

I was preparing a picnic, had talked to someone else, someone I trusted my life with, but he is not a werewolf, and I am happy to be talking to him.

Then out of nowhere, the Alpha of the Warriors of the Moon pack approached and attacked this man, I didn't understand why, but I tried to stop him, because it was a stupid fight, and I ended up putting myself in front of the man I trusted, and that's how I ended up wounded.

“But it wasn't Ivar.” I whispered, sure that the man I had protected was not Ivar, it was someone else.

**“Sophia…”** I heard this man's voice very distant in my mind.

**“You are one of the strongest people I know… Your fight until now was not in vain… Don't let yourself be carried away by everything that is happening. I know you can fight against this thing, these misfortunes…”**

There were more things, but it is very vague, and again the voice was present.

**“You fought, you overcame and came this far with your head held high… So fight and return to the world of the living… Keep your head held high… Don't let yourself be carried away by fatigue. Know that you are not alone, but now, at this moment, you need to find the way back.”**

Return… I opened my eyes and saw Gáta, she is serious, as is Ivar, but before the two could do anything, I concentrated the energy within me, pulling from the bond that links me to my Destined, threw the two against the wall, and quickly grabbed Ivar by the neck, about to break it.

“SLEEP!” The witch's voice echoed in my ears.

I tried to fight against this command, but my fingers loosened, and my body lost its strength, Ivar enveloped me by the waist and smiled sadistically.

“You will fight, but I will win… As it has always been… You are MINE!” Ivar said, and I tried to hurt him, but it was impossible, as I was enveloped by darkness.