Rachel's POV
There was no lie in most of what Jeremy was saying. We all knew I was my dad's favourite, even above Jeremy, who hated this to his heart. He supported this wedding, which made me very suspicious because Jeremy and James were close friends, and James was aware that Jeremy hated me, and yet he was willing to marry me, the daughter of the settlement's most popular gold-digger. Something was not right about this situation, and this unsettled me.
Jeremy's mother died when he was a young pup, and his dad was a single parent to Jeremy for a while before he met my mom. Jeremy felt neglected by his dad most of the time, and he blamed me and my mother for this. The reality was he failed to see that while his father was trying to raise him for the harsh truth of being the son of powerful and wealthy Beta Damien Darkwater, he raised me like a princess.
I grew up with Jeremy as my constant rival. He was at first nonchalant about me, but when I started excelling above him in class, he felt threatened, and that soon turned to hostility. I never went out of my way to harm him; in a way, I was pretty fond of him, but he never felt motivated to do anything after his mom's death. By the time he was motivated again, I was way ahead of him, and it was too late to catch up with me, so he did everything to drag me down.
This was when the embarrassing rumours of my mom and I being the gold-digging duo came into play. It seemed accurate because of how my mom and my stepdad got together. My mom was first his home tutor which was maybe the only job she ever did. My dad had just left us, and we were destitute. We couldn't afford food or rent, and I was depressed from the break-up. My stepdad saw us one day scrapping for food somewhere, and he took pity on us and hired my mom as a school tutor because that was her qualification from her CV.
He gave us one of his apartments to stay in till we got on our feet. Before anyone could say anything, we were now living in my stepdad's main house, and soon enough, they were married. This happened within the space of six months.
Now, I don't know the qualifications for a gold-digger job. Still, my mom fit the description back then, and Jeremy took advantage of the situation when he came to that conclusion.
I didn't know what my mom or Jeremy was going to do about the situation on the ground, but I was just going to sit back and watch because if the wedding didn't hold because of the lack of a sponsor, someone else would be held responsible for the situation and definitely not me. I felt relief at the prospect of the wedding not holding and smiled at the possibility. I was just going to kick back and enjoy my rehearsal dinner while I watched this drama unfold.
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The wedding rehearsal went smoothly-– for my fiancé, at least. My thoughts, however, were preoccupied with other matters. My maid of honour was Katherine, Jeremy's girlfriend, whom I didn't entirely trust. I hadn't formed many female friendships, mostly bonding with the boys during my military training.
I hadn't seen my stepdad since he stormed off, and his absence from the rehearsal and the impending dinner weighed on me. Everyone from both families had gathered for the event except him, which raised many concerns. Even Alpha Nighthawk and his Luna were present. Everybody from both families was present except him. Still, I resisted the urge to call him and force him to pay for the wedding against his will. My mom had better summon Mr. Francis, her ex-husband, to shoulder his responsibilities as my father and cover the expenses.
"That's a brilliant idea, getting our deadbeat dad to fund our wedding. Might as well pick out those jeans now," quipped my wolf, Lisa, finally voicing her opinion. Lisa wasn't a fan of the wedding and had reservations about my fiancé's wolf. I was unsure how this wedding would proceed with such internal conflicts.
"I didn't ask for your opinion, Lisa. Let's be civil for once." I responded.
"The only civil thing here is for you to stop this charade and follow your dreams. We'll both be miserable if we get married to him, and you know this." Lisa said, concern evident in her tone.
"It's too late for that, Lisa. A lot depends on this wedding." I replied.
"Like what? When your brother goes out to battles, and they leave you, the better-trained soldier, behind, I'm sure you'll hate yourself and keep both of us miserable." Lisa said, making a solid point.
"Well, we'd have to live with that…"
"Rachel, what are you doing out here all alone?" James said, interrupting my conversation with Lisa, who was now quiet.
James walked up to where I was standing on the balcony. The rehearsal dinner took place in a castle belonging to my stepfather. It was an impromptu arrangement made by my mother, who had been on the edge trying to patch things up for the event because the moon goddess forbid that these elite folks find out we were working on a tight budget, and my mother would collapse.
"Is anything the matter?" James asked. I avoided staying at the party, and now he had found me.
Rachel's POV Rachels POV "No, I just needed some time to admire the view. I rarely come to this castle, and I've never been here at night. The lake view is marvellous after dark," I responded, trying to sound convincing. My words seemed to work as James walked up and held me from behind. I felt a slight discomfort, like insects crawling on my skin. The urge to resist welled up within me, but I didn't want to come across as rude, so I kept my cool. "It's okay, babe," James said. "I'll make you the happiest Luna in the world. During my time as alpha, I plan to put an end to this Blueriver pack nonsense." James said, trying to make conversation, but I was more concerned about the boner I could feel behind me. I was hoping it was his torch or something else. The Blueriver pack was a new settlement that stayed on an island not far from us. They were known for stirring trouble with other smaller packs and even conquering some of them. They were getting stronger and becoming a formidabl
Rachel's POV"What's that, darling?" My mom asked. I was quiet for some seconds as my mind processed what she was putting me through; I shouldn't be here signing prenups. I could have been in the academy training someone or being trained for the position I deserved."You do understand, under the circumstances, the Nighthawk estate had to be protected," Mr. Oswald said for the first time. I looked at my mother, who now had a confused look on her face."Sweetheart, what's the matter?" She inquired again."You are the issue, Mom. The embarrassment I have to take because you birth me. This is a prenup agreement. The circumstance Mr Oswald is talking about here would be related to us being rumoured to be the gold-digging duo of Sandstone Pack. I have nothing to say to you now." I picked up the paper to sign it."Wait! Don't sign it!" My mom cried. I ignored her and signed it quickly. I was mad at her and the situation. I felt tears trying to drop off my eye but held it in. I didn't need an
XANDER’S POV The mere sight of that chair always sent a shiver down my spine. I took my seat, and my fingers tapped nervously on my knee. Dr. Sandra fixed her gaze on me, her demeanour calm and collected. "We can start as soon as you feel comfortable," she said. To her, it might have seemed like a routine case, but if she truly knew the turmoil inside me, her composure might waver. "It happened again," I admitted. "What happened, the voice?" she inquired. "Yes, but it's becoming more dominant. He speaks to me every day now," I confessed. "Is he speaking to you now?" she inquired further. "No, but just before I got here today, he told me that the sooner I accept he's a part of me, the sooner I'll realize that this whole therapy is a waste of time," I replied, feeling very unsettled about this. I had been out of work for several months, so I had to resort to driving for Uber to survive while I searched for more stable employment. I was once a rising star at an accounting firm, b
Rachel's POVThere I was, standing in front of the mirror, trying on the wedding dress. The rehearsal was just a few days away, so of course, my mother insisted on making sure the dress fit perfectly. I thought maybe it wouldn’t, that some miracle would save me from wearing this whole frilly prison—but no such luck. The dress fit perfectly.And I had to admit, I looked… beautiful. Like, really beautiful. It was one of those dresses that makes you feel like a fairy princess caught up in a dreamy ballad. Lace everywhere, shining fabric catching the light, like a cloud of pure elegance. I could have been on the cover of one of those bridal magazines. But here’s the thing: my near tears had nothing to do with how lovely I looked.No, I was on the verge of tears because this wasn’t my dream come true—it was my nightmare. I wasn’t some dress-loving, wedding-obsessed girl who dreamed of a big white wedding. I’d never even liked dresses. And here I was, about to marry James Nighthawk, the son
Rachel's POVMy stepdad was always my knight in shining armour. He was the only one that supported my career in the academy. He always respected my decisions, and I loved him so much for that. We were so close no one would believe he was actually my stepfather. My real father made it a duty to be a deadbeat Dad. He always made promises that he would never fulfil.My biological father was the real reason I didn't trust men and really never gave them a chance. I was constantly lied to by him, which was very disappointing growing up, but my stepdad made sure I grew up with no daddy issues. He protected me and gave me everything I needed from age seven till today."Hello darling, your mom handed this bottle of water to me and said you weren't feeling too good, then went back to discussing with her group of friends. That's one worried mother." He said, sounding very sarcastic. I giggled at his sarcasm and brightened up a bit."I'm guessing she's talking about her achievements again". I rep
Rachel's POV"Can you hear yourself, Pamela? He wants to be there for his daughter now. Why didn't you ask him to sponsor the wedding then? He never paid her school fees, he never gave her anything for her birthdays, nothing; now he wants to be her dad for a wedding I virtually sponsored. I have been watching you all through this wedding, treating me like I'm the donkey to carry all his responsibilities. For goodness sake, even the guests I requested on the list were reduced from twenty to three for a wedding I'm virtually paying for. Are you fucking kidding me?!" He yelled in anger."Please stop yelling! All you think about is your money! Francis is just trying to be there for his girl; why can't you understand that?!""I've never asked for anything but to walk Rachel to the altar, and that's difficult for you to give me. What has Francis ever given you except your wonderful daughter I virtually raised for him? How dare you tell me I only think about the money? I never saw you compla
XANDER’S POV The mere sight of that chair always sent a shiver down my spine. I took my seat, and my fingers tapped nervously on my knee. Dr. Sandra fixed her gaze on me, her demeanour calm and collected. "We can start as soon as you feel comfortable," she said. To her, it might have seemed like a routine case, but if she truly knew the turmoil inside me, her composure might waver. "It happened again," I admitted. "What happened, the voice?" she inquired. "Yes, but it's becoming more dominant. He speaks to me every day now," I confessed. "Is he speaking to you now?" she inquired further. "No, but just before I got here today, he told me that the sooner I accept he's a part of me, the sooner I'll realize that this whole therapy is a waste of time," I replied, feeling very unsettled about this. I had been out of work for several months, so I had to resort to driving for Uber to survive while I searched for more stable employment. I was once a rising star at an accounting firm, b
Rachel's POV"What's that, darling?" My mom asked. I was quiet for some seconds as my mind processed what she was putting me through; I shouldn't be here signing prenups. I could have been in the academy training someone or being trained for the position I deserved."You do understand, under the circumstances, the Nighthawk estate had to be protected," Mr. Oswald said for the first time. I looked at my mother, who now had a confused look on her face."Sweetheart, what's the matter?" She inquired again."You are the issue, Mom. The embarrassment I have to take because you birth me. This is a prenup agreement. The circumstance Mr Oswald is talking about here would be related to us being rumoured to be the gold-digging duo of Sandstone Pack. I have nothing to say to you now." I picked up the paper to sign it."Wait! Don't sign it!" My mom cried. I ignored her and signed it quickly. I was mad at her and the situation. I felt tears trying to drop off my eye but held it in. I didn't need an
Rachel's POV Rachels POV "No, I just needed some time to admire the view. I rarely come to this castle, and I've never been here at night. The lake view is marvellous after dark," I responded, trying to sound convincing. My words seemed to work as James walked up and held me from behind. I felt a slight discomfort, like insects crawling on my skin. The urge to resist welled up within me, but I didn't want to come across as rude, so I kept my cool. "It's okay, babe," James said. "I'll make you the happiest Luna in the world. During my time as alpha, I plan to put an end to this Blueriver pack nonsense." James said, trying to make conversation, but I was more concerned about the boner I could feel behind me. I was hoping it was his torch or something else. The Blueriver pack was a new settlement that stayed on an island not far from us. They were known for stirring trouble with other smaller packs and even conquering some of them. They were getting stronger and becoming a formidabl
Rachel's POVThere was no lie in most of what Jeremy was saying. We all knew I was my dad's favourite, even above Jeremy, who hated this to his heart. He supported this wedding, which made me very suspicious because Jeremy and James were close friends, and James was aware that Jeremy hated me, and yet he was willing to marry me, the daughter of the settlement's most popular gold-digger. Something was not right about this situation, and this unsettled me. Jeremy's mother died when he was a young pup, and his dad was a single parent to Jeremy for a while before he met my mom. Jeremy felt neglected by his dad most of the time, and he blamed me and my mother for this. The reality was he failed to see that while his father was trying to raise him for the harsh truth of being the son of powerful and wealthy Beta Damien Darkwater, he raised me like a princess.I grew up with Jeremy as my constant rival. He was at first nonchalant about me, but when I started excelling above him in class, he
Rachel's POV"Can you hear yourself, Pamela? He wants to be there for his daughter now. Why didn't you ask him to sponsor the wedding then? He never paid her school fees, he never gave her anything for her birthdays, nothing; now he wants to be her dad for a wedding I virtually sponsored. I have been watching you all through this wedding, treating me like I'm the donkey to carry all his responsibilities. For goodness sake, even the guests I requested on the list were reduced from twenty to three for a wedding I'm virtually paying for. Are you fucking kidding me?!" He yelled in anger."Please stop yelling! All you think about is your money! Francis is just trying to be there for his girl; why can't you understand that?!""I've never asked for anything but to walk Rachel to the altar, and that's difficult for you to give me. What has Francis ever given you except your wonderful daughter I virtually raised for him? How dare you tell me I only think about the money? I never saw you compla
Rachel's POVMy stepdad was always my knight in shining armour. He was the only one that supported my career in the academy. He always respected my decisions, and I loved him so much for that. We were so close no one would believe he was actually my stepfather. My real father made it a duty to be a deadbeat Dad. He always made promises that he would never fulfil.My biological father was the real reason I didn't trust men and really never gave them a chance. I was constantly lied to by him, which was very disappointing growing up, but my stepdad made sure I grew up with no daddy issues. He protected me and gave me everything I needed from age seven till today."Hello darling, your mom handed this bottle of water to me and said you weren't feeling too good, then went back to discussing with her group of friends. That's one worried mother." He said, sounding very sarcastic. I giggled at his sarcasm and brightened up a bit."I'm guessing she's talking about her achievements again". I rep
Rachel's POVThere I was, standing in front of the mirror, trying on the wedding dress. The rehearsal was just a few days away, so of course, my mother insisted on making sure the dress fit perfectly. I thought maybe it wouldn’t, that some miracle would save me from wearing this whole frilly prison—but no such luck. The dress fit perfectly.And I had to admit, I looked… beautiful. Like, really beautiful. It was one of those dresses that makes you feel like a fairy princess caught up in a dreamy ballad. Lace everywhere, shining fabric catching the light, like a cloud of pure elegance. I could have been on the cover of one of those bridal magazines. But here’s the thing: my near tears had nothing to do with how lovely I looked.No, I was on the verge of tears because this wasn’t my dream come true—it was my nightmare. I wasn’t some dress-loving, wedding-obsessed girl who dreamed of a big white wedding. I’d never even liked dresses. And here I was, about to marry James Nighthawk, the son