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
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 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
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