The park, usually eg with the ughter of children pying on the swings and slides, was uedly silent. It was a weekday, after all, and the little ones were tucked away in their s, leaving the pyground eerily still.

  Not far from the empty park stood an old house-its once-proud walls now weathered by time. The wooden panels bore a tarnished hue, faded by the years, while a single window, clouded with age, allowed a soft stream of golden sunlight to pour in.

  Inside, resting on a bed hat very window, y a frail woman. A damp cloth rested on her forehead, hinting at a fever that kept her bound to the bed. Her hair, a cascade of grayish-blue curls, framed a face marked by delicate, long eyeshes. But the most strikiail was her skin-pale and fragile, dusted with white spots that stood out like stars against a fading night sky.

  Then, something shifted. Her breath quied, her fiwitched against the sheets. A faint furrow creased her brow as if she were lost in a dream-no, a nightmare. Her pale skin, marked with scattered white spots, seemed even more fragile in the light.

  Suddenly, her eyelids snapped open.

  A sharp pain throbbed in her head, dull at first, then pounding like a drum against her skull. Was she in a hospital?

  No impossible.

  The st thing she remembered was the blinding headlights of a speeding truck, the deafening screech of tires, and the siing impact as it crashed into her motorcycle. She should be in an emergen, ed in wires and surrounded by the beeping of monitors.

  Blinking against the haze clouding her mind, she turned her head, looking at her surroundings. She reached out instinctively for her phone, expeg to find a bedside drawer only to grasp at empty air. Instead, there was a small wooden table, its surface smooth and unfamiliar beh her fiips.

  Her brows furrowed. Was this some kind of eborate prank? No, her friends wouldn't take things this far.

  She hadn't had time earlier to truly look at where she was, but now, as she let her gaze wander, unease crept over her. The room was unfamiliar. A... something about it felt eerily familiar, as though she had seen it before-just in a different time, a different way.

  She had barely begun to sit up when a sharp buzzing filled her head, a sudden, pierg sensation that made her vision blur. Then, without warning, a flood of unfamiliar memories crashed into her mind, overwhelming her like a tidal wave.

  Ses that weren't hers pyed out in vivid detail-memories of a world she had never lived in, of people she had never met. And then, realization struck.

  She had transmigrated.

  This wasn't just any world; it was the setting of an Omegaverse novel a dramatic, cliché-filled story where romand flitertwined. At its ter ersistent, puppy like but somewhat toxic female Alpha, hopelessly in love with the gentle and reserved Omega female lead. The problem? The Omega already had a fiancée. But that didn't stop the Alpha from ging to her, determio win her over despite the obvious boundaries.

  Both women came from wealth. The main character was a sed geion heir, spoiled by privilege, while the Omega was equally well off but far more restraiheir love story was riddled with twists, misuandings, a wreng drama—a cssic push and pull that kept readers hooked.

  And the body she now inhabited?

  The sed (female) male lead.

  A timid Alpha who had been nothing more than a footnote in the novel. She had feelings for the Omega female lead but never acted on them, knowing full well that her friend the bold aless female Alpha is in-love with the female lead. From afar, she watched, keeping her emotions buried. Her only real moment of influen the story was when she warhe FL about how toxic the Alpha could be, knowing firsthand about her friend's pygirl past and fmboyant personality. But even then, she had softened her words, unwilling to truly tarnish her friend's image.

  The readers, however, hadn't been kind to her. They disliked her character, branding her as unnecessary, even annoying. After her brief warning to the female lead, she had faded into the background, barely appearing again until the novel's ending wheehe wedding of the Alpha and Omega, silently watg the love story unfold without her.

  And now... she was her.

  She stepped toward the mirror, her refle staring back at her with an uling familiarity. Her features hadn't ged much her face still looked like hers when she was younger but ohing was different. White spots dotted her pale skin, stark against its milky tone.

  That hadn't been there before.

  Her fingers brushed over them, trag their odd patterns. A strahought crept into her mind-was this some kind of mark left behind from how she died in her past life? She had never believed in things like birthmarks being remnants of past wounds, the way some people cimed. But now, standing here in a body that wasn't inally hers, experieng something she hought possible... maybe there was truth to it after all.

  This body was only seventeen years old. Its skin was soft, almost too smooth, and her face still carried the roundness of youth. Experimenting, she stretched her cheeks, pressing and pulling at the skin as if trying to vince herself that this was real.

  The most frustrating part was that the inal character had the same name and face as her. It felt way too tal.

  Did she have a system at all? Aurora Perish called out "System" three times, but nothing happened. Normally, when people transmigrate, they have a system to support them. But having a system isn't always a blessing most of them manipute their hosts. That's why they tend to choose people who are easy to trol.

  But never mind that she should focus on presence right now, she look at her surroundings. It was identical where she used to live in the same room and pce.

  The only thing that stood out was the family photo. In this life, she had two fathers. Her Alpha father, Sky Perish, etite for an Alpha, standing beside her Omega father, Jamie Osorio, who looked strong more like an Alpha than Sky did. Their naming sense were different from the ones she knew in her previous world.

  "Who would heir son as Jamie?" Aurora Perish she said it in her mind while being puzzled about this strange world.

  A suddeion struck Aurora Perish

  Did I transmigrate... ressions

  Before Aurora Perish could think any further, a gentle knoterrupted her thoughts.

  Knock, knock.