SWITCHED

Chapter 1

Crunching on some Doritos, I hit the button for my back vibrator as my program was about to start. It's a rainy night with a new chapter of Loving My Luna; this show has me hooked; my chosen Alpha doesn't understand why I have to watch this program every Friday night; men never get a girl's mind, and that's on them; the old chapter was being played as a recap. The main characters stood one before the other: "I, Alpha Romano Cruz of the Pasos Campos Pack, reject you, Omega Rosa Corona, as my chosen Luna of the Pasos Campos Pack, and make your rouge." That dramatic music gave me goosebumps. I gasp as the main character leaves his pregnant wife on the floor; the phone rings as the episode continues. If memory serves me right, it's Sophy; she watches this show with me, too. Sophy is mated to the second largest pack in the USA, and she is my best friend as we grew up together along with Beth; Beth is the third giant pack in the USA, while my pack is the biggest. But who's keeping tabs? Answering the cell phone, I hear, "Oh, my orange fluffy booty girl, did you freaking see what that jerk for an alpha said to her? The bastard can't be any good to Loraine if he is like this to his fated mate! Marcela Gold, seriously, girl!" She blows my ear off with her absurd shock at that alpha.

She has a crush on the actor portraying that alpha; I laughed at her outburst, but knowing her mate is her destined mate, makes me feel bitter as he doesn't get the same thing my chosen mate thinks, "he is so going to regret those words," I feed some words to her knowing she will not stop blowing my ear off from the drama when I heard the door to my room open, I raise my face from the spot I was in to meet my chosen mate, smiling he replies "hey there sexy," in his tired voice, seeing him beaten from the day I decide not to give him a hard time as I then turn down the tv, I leave the headset then placed them next to me so I can put them on when he goes to sleep.

All my life, I have looked at myself as one who is considerate of his hard work. As Luna, I struggle with my work in the pack, especially with that no-good lowlife Silver. Omegas are essential, but that one omega is the only pain in my day-to-day. At least now I'm more relaxed, but even if I'm now comfy, my life wasn't easy, and that's half the reason behind my shame. But Stan had his troubles as his brother was my destined mate, but in a rogue attack, he was killed, and now Stan, his brother, keeps his title as Alpha, but sadly only because he is my chosen mate who was severely wounded alongside him. My fated mate, Sid, died that same evening when Stan woke up from his injuries. I'm the only daughter of this pack, and my dad was the Alpha who used to run this pack till he died with my mate. When Dad died, Mom died not too long after. When Stan and I met right after we graduated from the academy, we didn't see eye to eye, yet Dad always said his pack was good for business, and I dreamed of being mated to one for years. Stan's pack is made of the pure blood of the rare Gray wolves.

I knew he was a playboy and not a saint, but I kept myself for my mate. He and I never dated, but he felt guilty when he learned about his brother's death right after waking up. He knew we were mates, but after a while, the idea came to us both, and after a bit of persuasion, we started to talk more. We became friends while I was trying to run a pack, and he was helping me. One thing led to another until we eventually ended up this way, and his parents didn't intervene in his choices. Now we are mated, marked, and in charge of the most extensive pack in the USA.

As he placed his suit in the back of the chair, he stretched himself and walked to get his things. "Had a hard day?" I asked Stan, who was now walking to get his shower, "Hard as day, I wanted to talk about us; just let me take a shower." He went into the rain; I nodded and took the phone back to my ear. Sophy, I have to go, hun," she ranted in today's episode. Still hearing my reply, she quickly said, "Okay, babe, night night." I sent her a kiss and then hung up the phone. As the episode started to end, Stan walked out of the bathroom. He may be my chosen mate, but damn, is he hot.

Stan has light brown hair and hazel eyes and is a muscle on top of the power of an Alpha. The man has had me in many poses, but I would love to be reminded of which poses. Drying himself with a spare towel, he let out a breath. Marcy, there will be a new study from the council; they think it would be perfect for making your suggestion of giving university bachelors to the omegas; they want to make sure you aren't a fake Luna." His last words made me feel annoyed. I turned off the electric back massager and placed my Doritos on my nightstand to get up.

Being called a fake Luna for being chosen instead of fate insults me. The council members are a group of elders who have lived longer than anyone but get replaced when their wolves eventually leave with them. They had a hard time with me because of what I had to deal with. Stan had seen firsthand that I do my best, but they just like to fucking annoy me with their uptight ideas on how things must be dealt with. The elders had no idea I had a sister, and I refused to give them any information, as my mother had chosen to do. That dumb omega didn't deserve the title of Luna.

Those things had made me let a slight growl escape me. I looked at him, annoyed, and said, "Seriously? They have zero fucking reasons to be judging me!" I growled louder as he walked to me with just his towel tucked in the middle. "I know, but I'm here. I know you are the real deal, but I also know you are a bit short-tempered, so try hard not to let it get to you," he adds, and I move to get up because my temper is almost reaching its limit. When I stand, he picks me up from my hips. I hold myself with my legs around his hips, holding me firmly. Let me help you calm down, Marcy." I growl at him; he is so full of himself.

He opens my mouth to reply and goes in for a steamy, hot make-out instead. I growl as he keeps moving on to the third base, his hands squeezing each one's cheek. I growl as I move in rhythm with his hips. The only thing stopping us from going to third base is his towel and my laced pants. Stan loves to get hot and rough with no breaks. The guy could go on for hours when all I can handle is a maximum of two sides of him. "Let's help each other out with this evil stress." He kisses me again while my face is red from his intense make-out, and my pink lips are sore from his rough kisses, but I want him to be rough right now.

I want to be reminded of how much he cares about my stress. Fuck me," I command him; I never ask him, but that's all it took as he dropped me by my back on the mattress, still holding on to my separated legs. Fuck yes!" His voice sounded drugged. Kissing me like it's a race against time always leaves him out of the loop. He lets his towel go, exposing his thick member, now saluting me with insatiable need. He twitches as he positions himself to go in with me. Oh, yes.

Thrusting, he starts his dirty talking: "Fuck you? Won't my Luna know who the fuck she is talking to?" He picks up his thrusts, making me moan higher, "Don't you dare fucking cum! You love to fucking get on my nerves, then moan your way into a frenzy. Fuck Marcy, your pussycat is fucking starving tonight," he grunts as I feel his cock go in deeper. He is rougher tonight than he usually is.

Feeling he is about to burst, I shout, "Cuming! Cuming! Goddess, I'm cuming!" He stops when he hears me: "No, you will hold it till I fucking say you can cum." I cry about the painful pleasure he is making me feel with his slow strokes now. His thick cock has me right where he wants me: "Please, it's too cruel; please let me cum; I'm so close." He kept this rhythm until I felt him twitch inside me. "Hold on, and I'll let you cum," he repeats, husky. "Yes." I quickly said, furious that I couldn't get him to finish me, and as I felt his rhythm pick up, I started moaning again, "That's it, please, I'm so close." I kept encouraging him, and he turned my hips sideways to enter me in harsh thrusts until I felt his hot, sticky cum fill me.

Chapter 2

Working in the pack house since I was a walking pup had me hoping it was Monday. Picking up the broom that fell, for now, the third time I get myself up the last flight of stairs; the pack house is a monster of a mansion with a total of five floors; it's a rainy night outside, which my hair is fully aware of; the moisture environment gets my badly damaged hair in an agitated state; I look like I got electrocuted when it's just raining; if only looks were my only problem,

It's Friday night, and I'm doing everyone else's chores again because I need the money. Exchanges in the routine of who works for the omegas are not easy; they are always done before the superior omega, and we work hard to get our income. The four omegas out partying will work on my free day on a Monday. Or suffer the consequences of my backup not showing up. The place is beautiful-cream white with crystal decorations and gold everywhere, like the Luna of the pack.

Setting things back where they belong, I hear moaning. I'm in the Alpha's suit, the last set of stairs on top. This was typical, but it wasn't okay to be up here knowing how evil Luna was to me. I hate with a passion thinking about this because I did nothing wrong to her, and if I did, she has never told me. She always sees me out to punish me; I'm never good enough for the Luna Gold. She hates that I have her first name and calls me the pack weakens, just like my last name would state. Still, it's just a last name. I would never hurt her or anyone else, for that matter. Why would I do it for zero reasons? I'm just an orphan omega; my aura states I'm an omega, so why seek me out like that?

Now I'm running against time because, I swear-I mean, I was sure they were sleeping; I guess the happy couple found time to get some stress out of their bodies. Still, I'm praying she doesn't seek me out and the pregnancy doesn't happen. I hope we get a little Alpha or Luna around the pack house; it's been too depressing without the kids of Luna Sophy from the Bush pack. The head omega, Catherina, says the Alpha has been busy. The chances are low, as usual, but I want the best for them both.

The goddess knows how much I pray they are happy. I have lived with Catherina since I was a pup. Her brother had such a big crush on me growing up that he asked me to be his chosen mate when we got our wolves. When I said no, it broke his heart. He left for the Gray Pack to train for the warrior position. I'm happy for him in his training. He is a good guy. It's just that I couldn't take him away from his destined mate. He deserves to be satisfied.

Living this life isn't easy, as I never knew a thing about my parents; they abandoned me after disowning me; according to the late Luna, they were teenagers themselves and didn't want the responsibility of a pup. She is leaving me here to be raised by the Omegas. I'm grateful that Catherina has been like a big sister to me; she has this way of smothering me with love and caring. We would be perfect if she weren't a girly omega; she prefers TV, drama, and classic love. On the other hand, I like a good book, a lovely table with a chair, and, if I'm lucky, a hot mug of coffee to read to my heart's content, which I hope to achieve this Monday.

I close the supply closet doors by cleaning my hand, my dark purple leggings, a purple shirt with a muffing logo, and my slippers. Leaving the things where they belonged, I heard the Alpha finish with a hard grunt. My body shook; his voice was always so sexy, but for some reason, I never understood why. I told Catherina beforehand, years ago, when I got my wolf, and all she could say was the same conclusion our head omega also came to. In school, we learn the difference between a chosen and destined mate. When a chosen mate has been marked, the possibility of them finding their fated mate will never happen because they have decided to deny their fate.

A fated mate who marks their own is blessed with a long, happy life, and I want that for myself. I have never been selfish, but with this one, I can be for the good of my heart and my wolf. Reaching the last floor of the pack house, I enter the main reunion room of the Omegas to punch out, after which I will go to my shared room to rest what I can, for the rest of the weekend will be hell. Reaching the room, I punch myself out, then take my things from my locker at the back of the room that I share with nine more. Walking from the reunion room, I hear Luna shouting at the Alpha.

"How dare you lie to me! Joking like that as if it's funny, Stan! You know how I feel about this!" I heard a loud door slam. I was now afraid Luna would get me and hurt me. When she walked down the center stairs, I stood still, waiting to know if anything else could happen. I held tighter to my bag. The Luna of our pack isn't evil. But when her anger comes out, she brings fear into our lives. When I was little, she pushed me down those stairs after getting a boy to say she was ugly for wearing yellow.

"Marcela!" I shouted the Alpha; I feared what could happen; what else could I do other than stay still? When Luna Gold looked back, she moved to my side, and we met eye to eye. Walking to me, she took my hand harshly. "Come with me," she told me, yanking my hand. Another bruise; I couldn't go without one on my body for a day. She pulled me into the main living room, closing the door slightly. The door was knocked hard by the Alpha. "I didn't joke about it; your stupid TV show has you uptight. When you're done acting like a bitch for Luna, come out and talk to me." I heard Luna growl menacingly.

Gulping, I held myself tight in a hug. "Luna Silver I," she snapped at me for calling her Silver, "my name is Marcela; why is that so fucking hard to get? Do you have an issue with my name?" I shook my head, afraid of her anger. It slipped off my tongue-my last name-out of fear. "No, no, Luna Marcela, that's not why; I just," she growled at me louder, don't want to be here. I wanted to go home; it had been such a hard day. The exhaustion was overwhelming; it was a lot to take on when the job was for four omegas, and I was already drained by work.

Luna Marcela Gold had another meaningful fight with the Alpha, but I had no intention of making it worse. "You think you are so funny, an omega calling me Silver when my name is prettier? What do you have against my name?" She walked towards me in her robe and said, "Luna, I didn't mean any harm; it's just my automatic reply; your name is Marcela Gold; I never meant to disrespect you." She punched me in the face, took me by my neck, and slammed me against the wall. I lost my breath and fell to the floor.

Opening my eyes, I'm in beautiful, colorful woods; there are bushes of flowers everywhere, and the place looks so warm and inviting. Getting up from the grass, I looked at my surroundings to see a woman with long curly purple hair. She looked beautiful with her porcelain skin that had freckles. "Welcome, my child," she spoke softly. I wanted to go closer to her but feared she wouldn't want to be near an omega. "Don't fear, my child; I have seen the troubling things you have survived."

She placed her hand behind me and walked me to a small area with tall pine trees; it felt cold there. "I'm sorry for being rude, but I don't know who you are; could you please tell me? My name is Marcela Silver." I started introducing myself, hoping to know who this woman was, which relaxed me in a place I had never been. Her hand on my back pushed slightly when she said, "I am your goddess, and I have to speak to you both." She said it on a sweet note, but I wondered who she meant. I looked at her while we walked; it was hard not to. She felt at home. Safe from anything evil in this world, it was amazing how nice she was.

"Where am I?" I heard Luna Gold shout, and I started to retract when the Goddess pushed me back forward, saying, "Have no fear, my child; I am with you." My heart was hammering so loudly that I could barely hear her words. I was too scared to register what she had told me, but I had to stay faithful. If she was the moon goddess, then I knew the moon goddess wouldn't harm me. What I feared the most was what Luna Gold would do to me if I pissed her off again. Or if she got angry at something, I would pay for it. The moon goddess and I stopped right behind Luna Gold, who turned to see us, and then her red face shouted at me, "You kidnapped me! How dare you!" The moon goddess raised her hand, indicating that she should stop, but Luna Gold didn't have it.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Her accomplice? None of this is going to get you into my position. No matter how badly you want to be someone in this life, you have zero chances of ever being half the Luna I am!" She kept saying; My heart hurt to hear she saw nothing good in me. I have never done a thing to have Luna hate me, but maybe I had made horrible choices; maybe the Lysol I used with lemon wasn't her favorite, giving her rash, or perhaps I didn't stock her fridge the night before.

Lost in my mind, I heard low growls around us. Moving closer to the moon goddess, I hugged her out of fear, saying, "Please don't let them eat me!" I begged her when the Luna snarled, "I'm your Luna, and you won't even consider protecting me? Are you just going to ask for protection? Are you fucking kidding me?" Just as she said her words, the Moon Goddess spoke, "Mark my words from this moment: I bind your wolf and soul to Marcela Silver, as I bind your wolf and soul to Marcela Gold until you both learn the lessons of love and shall remain in each other's bodies." Then it all went black again.

Chapter 3

I woke up in the living room I had been in before leaving my bedroom. "What the fuck?" I said to myself as I tried to get up from the floor. My body felt like a table had hit me. Groaning, the door to the living room opened, and one Omega weirdly looked at me.

Pointing with her finger, she says, Silver, what the fuck do you think you are doing? You were supposed to be in the meeting room; Catherina has been looking for you; you are late." She started to laugh at me. "Don't worry, I'll tell her what a good worker you have been; you might even learn a lesson about being a two-goody shoe," she said, walking away.

I was confused about how I got here after the tiny little tension between the omega and I had thrown her yesterday against the wall for just pissing me off; who the fuck do these omegas think they do not answer to their Luna? It was just way too much. I know I returned to my bedroom because I was tired of fighting. Today was very eventful, and after a wired-ass dream, I was finally free from the stress I had felt in my body. It had all left me, so how do I feel like I got run over by a truck? Opening my eyes, I search my surroundings to see that I am back in this room on the first floor. Please wait a second; I'm in the same place where Omega was lying last night.

That omega-I swear I just said her name-what was her name? I had asked her before I left, and her name came to mind, and there my expression changed from confusion to fear. That dream where that woman was holding that bad-acting omega can't be, no, it's just a dream. Dreams don't turn people the other way because of a little girl's tantrum. I get up thinking it was just a dream, that I must have pictured that I had left. Wait until that low-life omega is in front of me; I'll teach her to obey her Luna.

Putting my hands on my chest to get up, I see my skin tone is not olive cream but tan, and my eyes grow as they resemble that omega tone. "No," I said in a hushed tone. The doors where that omega had come through opened again to reveal Stan; why was he here? Stan looks at me with annoyance. I blink in confusion. What the hell did I miss? When He commanded me, "You were the omega that was with my Luna last night and had an attack, right? Get up and go to her. Make sure your Luna doesn't feel she is held responsible for something she didn't do wrong. Know she didn't mean anything bad; it's just not a good time for your Luna." He told me, but what he said didn't make sense; I'm not an omega.

Getting on my knees, I was about to reply when that same omega threw an apron at me and said, "You heard our Alpha; get your lazy butt up; go to our Luna; or what do you still want to be, that Marcela?" I was shocked; she was insulting me for my name. What the hell is going on? Stan wasn't in a good mood, and I didn't want to add gasoline. Putting the apron on, I think quickly towards the nearest public bathroom. I walked towards the one in the second-floor hallway, entering the full mirror on the wall, and I almost screamed, but my voice was stuck; I wasn't in my body. I was in that Silver omega's body.

"How?" My only question was, What the fuck had happened to me? To my fearful surprise, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Alpha Stan in pure rage. He took me by the hand, pulling me towards our room. Opening the door, the omega in my body screamed her lungs out. My ears were ringing from the volume of her lungs, well, my lungs.

This needed to be clarified. Stan was holding on to my hand tightly. I had yet to learn why he wanted me here, but there was only one way to find out. The words I had to say would taste like shit, but I had no choice.

"Luna Marcela, is everything alright? Or would you like some privacy with me again?" If this is how horse shit tastes, just let me have that instead. It's disgusting to call someone what they aren't. Marcela had a last name contrary to our shared name-what was it again, Smith? I can't believe I remember her last name, but she stayed quiet the entire time. Oh my fucking goddess, talk to you, moron!

Stan cleared his throat to take our attention, then softly told her, "Marcy, I need to go, but please tell me what is going on or talk to this omega I'm sending Misha soon, okay? I won't touch you, but I need you to see the doctor today, please." He sounded so sweet to her; was it just my imagination, or was he behaving like he had struck gold? Gold is my last name, and hers was Silver. That's it!

"Oh, okay, I, um. Good." Silver replied that it was now or never that I could make this work. "Luna Gold, if I may call you that, we agreed on that change last night because it was a bit confusing," I said as kindly as possible when she snapped at me. "So? I'm called Marcela; call yourself Silver. I'll be fine with that, Omega." Stan dropped my hand, and I started to rub my hands. When I saw Stan try to go near her, she flinched. Stan stayed still and said, "I would never hurt you. I swear, I would never hurt you. I will be back after my reunion with my team, alright?" She nodded, and Stan didn't acknowledge me; he left.

Once the doors closed, I started, "Link Misha and tell her you just want time alone; you'll talk to her later or have her do double duty with her mate." Silver looked at me with fear, but her eyes glazed as she tried to do the mind link. A knock was heard on the door. Luna, your visitor," she snapped at me as if it were me talking. "Oh, for crying out loud, get out! I tried asking you not to be here! Go back to your mate!" I heard Misha growl, and I'm pretty sure she was flicking me off on the other side of the door, but she won't feel that hurt, just annoyed that she was being told different orders from left to right.

When we are entirely alone, I go to get my less nice clothes; if this girl is in my body, I will freaking wear what annoys the living fuck out of me. Walking, she says, "Is Alpha Stan always that kind-hearted?" I opened the closet to pick up my cream baggy dress that looked like a freaking potato dress, "When he knows he fucked up, yes." Taking the dress out, I almost dropped it when she replied, "Do you always feel those sparks?" My eyes grew as my heart rate sped up. "What did you just say?" I asked her a bit harshly. Is she feeling sparks? As in, the mate bond sparks!

"Marcela," I place my hand on the bridge of my nose as I try to explain this, "this secret can't leave this room; actually, I take that back; nothing we talk about in this room or anywhere alone can you freaking talk to anyone about any of this, okay?" Silver did the most disgusting thing next. She took her left hand and spat on it. "You do this too, and not a word will leave my lips or my mind," she tells me with determination in her words. Seeing I had no other way but to do as she did, I did the same but got bad goosebumps. She smacked my hand with her spit, and we shook hands.

My eyes were closed, and I'm sure my entire face looked like I just swallowed pure lemon juice. "Okay, I won't say a word," she said, removing her hand from mine. I moved myself to the bathroom. I freaking refused to continue any conversation with this mixed spit. After I had washed it with just water, I stepped outside to see her wearing the dress. I couldn't get myself to feel like I used to, but she will have to look horrible to keep me feeling good."Now that all the gross stuff is out of the way, You need to know the story behind why I do not have one of the symptoms of a mate bond with Alpha Stan." I started my conversation with her honesty.