I stand up, forcing myself to breathe, to calm down, to think.
I know this story.
I know every chapter, every twist, every cruel mistake the villain makes…
And I know the ending — Zyren Kael dies miserably.
That's supposed to be me now.
A shiver runs down my spine.
No.
I refuse that ending.
I refuse to walk the script of a doomed villain.
If I'm stuck in this world, then I'm going to be a good alpha — quiet, harmless, peaceful. A background side character who survives until the end.
But if this is the beginning of the novel… then the main character must be—
My eyes widen.
Angel.
I rush out of the room barefoot. Servants freeze, startled as I pass them like a gust of wind.
"Where's Angel?" I ask, breathless.
A maid hesitates, then points toward the far hall.
My heart drops.
Because at the start of the novel, the villain — Zyren — binds the main character, a rare omega, in a locked room. Angel refused Zyren's love confession, so the villain imprisoned him. Childhood best friends… twisted into obsession.
I swallow and push open the door.
The sight inside punches the air out of my lungs.
A delicate figure lies chained to the bed — wrists and ankles bruised with red marks, golden hair falling like sunlight over his pale skin. His lashes are long, trembling, his breath weak.
Angel.
Exactly as the author described.
Beautiful. Fragile. Devastating in the way only a rare omega can be.
I step toward him carefully, afraid the floor will shatter beneath me. Three days… he hasn't eaten for three days. My chest tightens painfully.
I sit beside him, my fingers shaking as I hover over the chains.
"Where's the key?" I ask.
The servant runs out. Within a minute she's back, hands trembling as she offers it. I snatch it and quickly unlock every chain.
Angel stirs. His eyes flutter open — soft gold, a little unfocused, then suddenly sharp with fear.
The moment our eyes meet, he shoves me with all the strength his weak body can manage.
"Stay away from me," he rasps.
I freeze.
Right.
To him, I am the monster who locked him here.
No wonder he hates me.
"I…" My throat closes, but I force the words out. "I didn't— I mean... I'm sorry."
Angel's eyes widen as if those words don't belong in my mouth.
"I'm sorry," I repeat, voice cracking. "Angel, please… forgive me."
Angel, the orphan omega found in a church. The boy the Kael family took in as a servant. Zyren's childhood companion. The one who smiled softly even when working, who treated Zyren like a younger brother.
Until Zyren destroyed that smile with jealousy, cruelty, and fear.
He stares at me like he's seeing a stranger wearing Zyren's skin.
Slowly, I reach toward his hand.
He flinches violently, snatching his fingers back as if burned.
Of course.
Why would he trust the villain who ruined his life?
"Please," I whisper, "just… get up, wash up, and eat something."
Nothing I say matters. Not yet. Not from this body.
I tear my gaze away and turn to the servant.
"Prepare a bath for him."
She bows immediately.
Angel is still frozen, still staring at me, still unable to understand.
How do I tell him I'm not the monster who hurt him?
That I'm just a broke high school student trapped in this awful D-class alpha body?
I can't. Not now.
I stand abruptly and walk out of the room, heart pounding.
I need to think.
I need a plan.
I need to survive this story without becoming the villain I hate.
I look around the room again — Zyren's room.
Luxurious suits line the walls in neat rows, every fabric expensive enough to feed me for months in my old world. Gold cufflinks. Silk ties. Designer shoes. A vanity overflowing with high-end skincare bottles.
Everything he ever wanted… he had it already.
So why?
Why did he still choose to destroy people's lives?
If he had just let everyone go… if he had just minded his own damn business… he could've lived peacefully.
He could've lived the life I'm now desperate to protect.
I know this story.
I read every chapter.
I know every mistake this villain makes, every trap he walks into, every ending that drags him to death.
And I refuse to let it happen to me.
I will be good.
I will erase the stain of "villain" on this body.
I will take care of Angel properly — like a precious omega should be cared for.
And then I'll marry some side character and live quietly, peacefully, far away from the plot.
Because if I don't?
This pretty prince body will die horribly and go straight to hell.
After showering, I stand in front of Zyren's closet, overwhelmed. I pick an expensive suit — black silk with a soft sheen, something only CEOs wear in posters. I slip it on carefully, feeling the fabric glide across my skin like water.
Never in my life did I imagine I'd wear something worth more than my entire apartment.
But none of this matters if I keep following the old script — the script where the villain dies screaming.
I walk to the full-length mirror.
And freeze.
Zyren Kael stares back at me.
A D-class alpha with peach blossom pheromones… and damn, he's beautiful. The author wasn't lying — he's the type of alpha people mistake for an omega at first glance. White hair. Soft eyes. Sharp jawline. Delicate features. Slender build.
No wonder his parents were convinced he was an omega at birth. They celebrated, didn't bother testing him. Everyone was happy.
Until he turned thirteen.
That's when they finally did the test.
And the truth came out — not an omega, not a rare beauty to flaunt…
But a D-class alpha.
The lowest of the low.
The class nobody values.
I sigh and touch the mirror lightly.
"If only you didn't mess everything up," I murmur to the reflection. "If only you lived a normal life…"
But now I'm here.
Inside this body.
Inside this doomed story.
And I'm going to rewrite everything.