Rachel's POVThere I was, trying out my wedding dress. The wedding rehearsal was in a few days, so I had to try it out to be sure it was my right fit. And yes, it was. I had never seen myself look so beautiful in my life. The dress was a symphony of intricate details and timeless grace. It fit me so well that I was close to tears.Ironically, my tears had nothing to do with the happiness a bride should feel after realising her wedding dress was her perfect fit. My tears came from realising that I would go through with this wedding. I hated dresses, I hated weddings and worst of all, I wasn't ready to be wed to the son of our Packs Alpha, James Nighthawk.My mother, the most selfish yet ambitious woman I ever knew, planned this. At first, she tried to convince me that marrying an influential man like James Nighthawk was what I needed to balance my already comfortable life, thereby making me feel this was all about my well-being. The truth about the situation was that she was still hung

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 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