Transported from a bustling hospital into the body of a lowly omega within my favorite werewolf romance—The Psycho Alpha—I awoke to a nightmare. Alpha Zachary Black reigns as the Redwood Pack's most feared leader, his reputation built on ruthlessness and terror. Women are beneath his contempt. Weakness disgusts him. Love is a myth he refuses to acknowledge. And he's selected me as his personal omega. Something impossible began happening: I can hear his inner voice. Not idle thoughts, but the ones he buries deep—dark, possessive, obsessive thoughts fixated entirely on me. He sees me as fragile and breakable, yet his hidden truth screams otherwise. He wants to ruin me, mark me, claim me entirely. Every glance he throws my way masks a war between his public cruelty and his private, unspoken confessions. I should flee. Fear should consume me. But escaping someone who owns your body and now hungers for your soul proves far more complicated. His suspicion grows. He senses something off about me, something that doesn't align. Because Christy the omega isn't who she pretends to be. I'm a stranger trapped in a story I've already read—one destined to end in bloodshed and devastation.