Chapter Ninety-Two

Rayne

Tomorrow is the night of the party that will be thrown in my honor.

Frankly, I still think it’s completely unnecessary even though basically everyone is convincing me that it’s a wonderful idea and a great way to incorporate me into the pack.

Maybe the reason why I’m so hesitant is because I don’t know how I’m going to act. The last time I went to a large gathering, I was burned with soup. Thankfully, all those wounds eventually faded but the emotional one hasn’t scarred yet. It’s still fresh in my mind. I won’t even mention the first ever one I attended, which was my own mating. Walking through the large crowd of people, unsure why, afraid to disobey orders. I do realize that if I’d done things differently, I wouldn’t have been in this position.

If I’d told Max at the altar that something was wrong and that I wasn’t Alaska, things wouldn’t have gotten to this point

But thinking about this feels wrong because of how happy we are now. If I had to talk about it, I’d say that t