Rachel’s POVThe wooden door slammed shut behind me and immediately I turned around, glaring at Valtor, anger etched on my face. "You told me everything I needed to know but you left out the most important part. Why didn't you tell me you had a daughter?” I snapped. Valtor stayed calm, unbuttoning his shirt. "I didn't think it was necessary?”"You didn't think that it was necessary?" I scoffed, my mouth opened in disbelief. "You put me in front of your whole family and made me act like I was someone else and yet, you left out the fact that you had a daughter.”He let out a sigh and finally looked at me. “Now you know.”“Now I know?” I snapped, taking one angry step closer to him. “That girl would just get her hopes for nothing…” I turned around, shaking my head. “I can't do this to a child, she would be more devastated that the woman she thought was her mother is not.”“Rachel barely held her before she died,” he revealed, taking a step closer to me. “Rachel died a few days after As
RACHEL'S POV. I stared at myself through the mirror, my hands rubbing my belly, a faint smile playing on my lips. I have been waiting for this day all my life, for five long years, I have waited for Aaron to finally love me back, I did everything he threw at me and I just had his child, the child he so badly wanted and tonight, Aaron would announce his Luna…me. I ran my fingers through my long, thick hair. My heart is hammering loudly in my chest. I had never cared much about my looks, but tonight was different. Tonight, I needed to look like the Luna I was meant to be.I applied a light layer of makeup, just enough to bring out the strength in my features. My eyes were tired from nights spent caring for our newborn, but they still held a fire— a fire Aaron had lit in me. I carefully applied mascara, making sure not to smudge it. My lips, full and soft, were painted deep red, standing out against my dark blue dress. The fabric hugged my curves. Tonight, I would stand beside Aaro
Rachel’s POVMy world shattered, my legs trembling and for a moment, I felt like I would collapse.Rage flaring up through my veins, I staggered forward, pushing through the crowd.Aaron’s voice echoed in my ears, still carrying the weight of his cruel betrayal.“To the Luna and our son.”I reached them, my vision blurring with tears, The moment I stopped in front of them, Davina turned to me, anger and disdain in her eyes. Aaron turned his gaze toward me, his face unreadable. Davina’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk. “What is this?” I snapped, my fists clenched tightly besides me. “What are you doing?”Aaron’s eyes turned cold as he stared at me. “What does it look like, Rachel?”The disdain in his tone made my fists tightened the more. “You told me—” My breath hitched. “You told me I was your Luna. And,” I gestured at the child in Davina’s arms. “My child was the only thing stopping you from announcing me as your Luna.”Aaron scoffed. “You?” His chuckle was laced with cruel
Valtor’s POVThe grand hall of the Silver Crest Pack buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses. Gold chandeliers bathed the space in warm light, casting a glow over the many people dressed in their finest. The scent of roasted meats and aged wine filled the air, but I barely paid attention.I never liked parties.But here I was, swirling a glass of deep red wine between my fingers, watching the crowd as they moved in well-practiced circles of conversation. My stepmother had insisted I attend this gathering, convinced by a seer’s cryptic words that my happiness awaited me here. I didn’t believe in such nonsense but Yet, here I was."Alpha Valtor," a young Lady greeted with a respectful nod. "It’s an honor to meet you."I returned a polite nod, barely hearing her name. “It is truly an honor to meet you, I have heard many stories about you, but I must say the cameras and photos don't do your beauty any justice.”This was the twentieth girl trying to flirt with me. What was wrong with
Rachel’s POV I woke up with an excruciating pain in my head, my body aching, slowly, I opened my eyes. Where am I? The last thing I remembered was falling, no, being thrown from the balcony. I jerked up from the bed, only to groan as a sharp pain shot through my ribs. My fingers clutching my sides. This was my room, my little prison where I was kept for nine months and had Aaron's son. Then, like a whisper in the back of my mind, I heard it again. Mate. I took in a deep breath, remembering the man who had caught me. His piercing gaze, the way his touch had sent a shiver down my spine, I didn’t understand it. I shook my head. No. That didn’t make sense. Aaron was my mate. That’s what I had been told, what I had believed for years till he broke my heart to different pieces. But why did my wolf call another man mate? I didn’t have time to dwell on it. My heart clenched as I realized something was missing. My child was still with Davina. I scanned the room, my breath
Rachel’s POVI woke up to the unfamiliar feeling of warmth, the kind that didn’t come from a cold, lifeless palace but from something… safe.I forced myself up, my eyes scanning the environment. “What the fuck was going on? Where am I?”I sat up, my body still aching, and found the man from before sitting in a chair across from me. His piercing eyes watched me carefully, arms crossed over his broad chest.“You’re awake,” he said simply.I swallowed, gripping the blanket around me. “Where am I?”“My home,” he answered, leaning forward. “A place Aaron won’t find you.”I nodded, my eyes still scanning the room until it finally hit me. My son was still with Davina. “My son,” I shouted, turning to him. “I have to get my son from them.”He stood up, placing his hands in his pocket. “What are you talking about? Is he holding your son captive?”“I need to go back,” I blurted, ignoring his question, trying to swing my legs over the bed. Pain shot through my ribs, I stumbled to the floor. He
CHAPTER 6Rachel’s POVI barely slept that night. My mind was racing, full of doubts and fears. I kept thinking about my son, about Aaron, and about the deal I had made with Valtor, wondering how my life turned this way. When the morning light crept through the small window, I finally sat up. My body ached, but the pain in my chest was worse. I turned my head and saw the framed picture still sitting beside the bed.The woman in the photo looked exactly like me. Same dark hair, same eyes, same pale skin. I inhaled deeply, taking the frame up. It just felt hard to believe, it was like looking at yourself in the mirror.“What happened to you?” I muttered, tracing my fingers on her forehead. Before I could think too much, the door creaked open. Valtor walked in, holding a bundle of clothes. I quickly hid the frame under my bed, I swallowed hard, trying to meet my gaze. “You are going to act like her, so that was why I kept the picture there,* he revealed. setting the clothes on the b
Rachel’s POVThe wooden door slammed shut behind me and immediately I turned around, glaring at Valtor, anger etched on my face. "You told me everything I needed to know but you left out the most important part. Why didn't you tell me you had a daughter?” I snapped. Valtor stayed calm, unbuttoning his shirt. "I didn't think it was necessary?”"You didn't think that it was necessary?" I scoffed, my mouth opened in disbelief. "You put me in front of your whole family and made me act like I was someone else and yet, you left out the fact that you had a daughter.”He let out a sigh and finally looked at me. “Now you know.”“Now I know?” I snapped, taking one angry step closer to him. “That girl would just get her hopes for nothing…” I turned around, shaking my head. “I can't do this to a child, she would be more devastated that the woman she thought was her mother is not.”“Rachel barely held her before she died,” he revealed, taking a step closer to me. “Rachel died a few days after As
Rachel’s POVI felt everyone’s eyes on me as I stepped out of the car. Their expressions were filled with shock, fear, and disbelief. Some even moved back as if they had seen a ghost.Valtor leaned closer, whispering in my ears. “Just smile and follow my lead.”I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm. The sentinel's eyes were still on me, some whispering among themselves. “Haven't you seen my wife before?” Valtor frowned, his deep voice making me flinch. I will never get used to this deep masculine voice. “Sorry sire,” One of the men quickly said with a bow, others followed immediately. Valtor nodded, turning to me. “C'mon Rachel,” he said walking towards the house. I quickly followed, almost missing my step. As we entered the mansion, a maid rushed toward us, immediately her eyes landed on me, her face turned pale. “No… no… it can’t be,” she gasped, stepping back in fear, her hands trembling before she suddenly collapsed to the floor. More maids rushed to us, the moment t
CHAPTER 6Rachel’s POVI barely slept that night. My mind was racing, full of doubts and fears. I kept thinking about my son, about Aaron, and about the deal I had made with Valtor, wondering how my life turned this way. When the morning light crept through the small window, I finally sat up. My body ached, but the pain in my chest was worse. I turned my head and saw the framed picture still sitting beside the bed.The woman in the photo looked exactly like me. Same dark hair, same eyes, same pale skin. I inhaled deeply, taking the frame up. It just felt hard to believe, it was like looking at yourself in the mirror.“What happened to you?” I muttered, tracing my fingers on her forehead. Before I could think too much, the door creaked open. Valtor walked in, holding a bundle of clothes. I quickly hid the frame under my bed, I swallowed hard, trying to meet my gaze. “You are going to act like her, so that was why I kept the picture there,* he revealed. setting the clothes on the b
Rachel’s POVI woke up to the unfamiliar feeling of warmth, the kind that didn’t come from a cold, lifeless palace but from something… safe.I forced myself up, my eyes scanning the environment. “What the fuck was going on? Where am I?”I sat up, my body still aching, and found the man from before sitting in a chair across from me. His piercing eyes watched me carefully, arms crossed over his broad chest.“You’re awake,” he said simply.I swallowed, gripping the blanket around me. “Where am I?”“My home,” he answered, leaning forward. “A place Aaron won’t find you.”I nodded, my eyes still scanning the room until it finally hit me. My son was still with Davina. “My son,” I shouted, turning to him. “I have to get my son from them.”He stood up, placing his hands in his pocket. “What are you talking about? Is he holding your son captive?”“I need to go back,” I blurted, ignoring his question, trying to swing my legs over the bed. Pain shot through my ribs, I stumbled to the floor. He
Rachel’s POV I woke up with an excruciating pain in my head, my body aching, slowly, I opened my eyes. Where am I? The last thing I remembered was falling, no, being thrown from the balcony. I jerked up from the bed, only to groan as a sharp pain shot through my ribs. My fingers clutching my sides. This was my room, my little prison where I was kept for nine months and had Aaron's son. Then, like a whisper in the back of my mind, I heard it again. Mate. I took in a deep breath, remembering the man who had caught me. His piercing gaze, the way his touch had sent a shiver down my spine, I didn’t understand it. I shook my head. No. That didn’t make sense. Aaron was my mate. That’s what I had been told, what I had believed for years till he broke my heart to different pieces. But why did my wolf call another man mate? I didn’t have time to dwell on it. My heart clenched as I realized something was missing. My child was still with Davina. I scanned the room, my breath
Valtor’s POVThe grand hall of the Silver Crest Pack buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses. Gold chandeliers bathed the space in warm light, casting a glow over the many people dressed in their finest. The scent of roasted meats and aged wine filled the air, but I barely paid attention.I never liked parties.But here I was, swirling a glass of deep red wine between my fingers, watching the crowd as they moved in well-practiced circles of conversation. My stepmother had insisted I attend this gathering, convinced by a seer’s cryptic words that my happiness awaited me here. I didn’t believe in such nonsense but Yet, here I was."Alpha Valtor," a young Lady greeted with a respectful nod. "It’s an honor to meet you."I returned a polite nod, barely hearing her name. “It is truly an honor to meet you, I have heard many stories about you, but I must say the cameras and photos don't do your beauty any justice.”This was the twentieth girl trying to flirt with me. What was wrong with
Rachel’s POVMy world shattered, my legs trembling and for a moment, I felt like I would collapse.Rage flaring up through my veins, I staggered forward, pushing through the crowd.Aaron’s voice echoed in my ears, still carrying the weight of his cruel betrayal.“To the Luna and our son.”I reached them, my vision blurring with tears, The moment I stopped in front of them, Davina turned to me, anger and disdain in her eyes. Aaron turned his gaze toward me, his face unreadable. Davina’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk. “What is this?” I snapped, my fists clenched tightly besides me. “What are you doing?”Aaron’s eyes turned cold as he stared at me. “What does it look like, Rachel?”The disdain in his tone made my fists tightened the more. “You told me—” My breath hitched. “You told me I was your Luna. And,” I gestured at the child in Davina’s arms. “My child was the only thing stopping you from announcing me as your Luna.”Aaron scoffed. “You?” His chuckle was laced with cruel
RACHEL'S POV. I stared at myself through the mirror, my hands rubbing my belly, a faint smile playing on my lips. I have been waiting for this day all my life, for five long years, I have waited for Aaron to finally love me back, I did everything he threw at me and I just had his child, the child he so badly wanted and tonight, Aaron would announce his Luna…me. I ran my fingers through my long, thick hair. My heart is hammering loudly in my chest. I had never cared much about my looks, but tonight was different. Tonight, I needed to look like the Luna I was meant to be.I applied a light layer of makeup, just enough to bring out the strength in my features. My eyes were tired from nights spent caring for our newborn, but they still held a fire— a fire Aaron had lit in me. I carefully applied mascara, making sure not to smudge it. My lips, full and soft, were painted deep red, standing out against my dark blue dress. The fabric hugged my curves. Tonight, I would stand beside Aaro