The Alpha's Mate Soul Is In the Wrong Body?

# Chapter One: The Unwanted

The Moonstone Pack was known across the realm for its strength, tradition, and unwavering pride.

But for Kaia Moonstone, it was a gilded cage where her existence was both shameful and invisible.

She was born the illegitimate daughter of Alpha Raymond Moonstone, conceived in an affair with a quiet human woman who died giving birth to her. From her first breath, Kaia wasn’t just unwanted—she was a living humiliation.

The Luna, Viema, despised her. She never raised her voice, never struck Kaia directly. She didn’t need to. Her hatred was cold and calculating, the kind that infected a pack without a single word. It was in the way others refused to meet Kaia’s gaze, the way they’d sigh when she entered a room, or how they looked through her like she wasn’t even there.

Kaia learned early to keep her head down and her mouth shut. She cleaned, served, obeyed.

And hoped.

Because every werewolf awakens their wolf eventually. At sixteen, the change would come—had to come—and with it, power, recognition, maybe even a place in the world.

But her sixteenth birthday came and went in silence.

No surge of heat.

No inner voice.

No transformation.

Nothing.

Her father said nothing. Viema smiled for the first time in years. And Kaia? She was stripped of any rights her blood might’ve once promised.

The pack didn’t call her daughter anymore. They called her the stray, the weakling, the mistake.

But mostly, they called her slave.

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If there was one person who took joy in her downfall, it was *Fiona* Luna Viema’s daughter and Kaia’s half-sister by blood, but not by heart. She was everything Kaia wasn’t: powerful, beautiful, awakened early, adored.

And vicious.

Fiona and her friends—Sandra, Cherry, and Mila—tormented Kaia with glee masked as tradition.

“We’re trying to help,” Fiona would say sweetly as she flicked Kaia’s bruised cheek with manicured nails. “Sometimes pain unlocks the wolf. Maybe yours is just… too stubborn.”

Then they'd push her into freezing water. Drop hot plates in her hands. Shove pencils through her skin until they broke inside her palm.

Kaia knew the truth. They didn’t care about awakening her wolf. They just liked watching her break.

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Her “room” was a mildewed basement, cold and sour-smelling, with mold climbing the walls and rust eating away at the pipes. The air was thin. Her mattress was a flattened pile of rags. A shattered mirror hung on a crooked nail, the only thing in the room that still remembered her face.

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, the pack held a celebration—not for her, of course. One of the warriors had reached a new rank. Kaia had served food all day, invisible as ever. Neither Alpha Raymond nor Luna Viema acknowledged her existence. Not even a glance.

She didn’t expect a gift.

Just... maybe a word.

But there was nothing.

Only Fiona, who “accidentally” spilled a goblet of wine down Kaia’s back and laughed like it was a joke too good not to share.

“Don’t forget to scrub the floors before midnight,” she’d said. “Even failures should be useful.”

Now, it was past ten. Kaia dragged herself through the empty halls, every step echoing painfully in her bones. Her arms were covered in small, red burns from the day’s tasks. Her legs trembled from exhaustion.

All she wanted was to sleep.

She reached the basement door and began to descend the stairs, careful not to slip.

But fate had one final cruelty waiting.

Her foot caught.

A rope—thin, nearly invisible in the dark—snagged around her ankle. Before she could scream, her body lurched forward.

She tumbled down the stairs.

The world twisted, her body colliding with wood, then stone. She hit the floor with a sickening *crack*, her skull slamming against concrete.

Pain flashed white, then red, then black.

She lay motionless, blood spreading beneath her head.

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Laughter floated down the stairs.

“She actually fell for it!” Fiona’s voice rang out.