Alpha Damon's initial hatred towards Rachel is revealed when they are both forced into an arranged union by their parents, and they can't reject each other because of their parents' alliance Even though they are mates, they don't want to be together "We don't have to do this," I begged him. "You could just reject me so that we can both go our separate ways and you can be with the woman you love." "There's no way in hell I'm giving you the satisfaction," he blatantly refused. "We'll remain mated to each other and I'll enjoy watching you suffer, knowing that you'll never have my heart." Alpha Damon gets lured into a trap by an enemy and he has a near death experience, but Rachel risks her life and comes to his rescue, despite his mistreatment of her This sparks interest in Alpha Damon towards Rachel and it develops into genuine feelings for her, something that is hard for Rachel to comprehend, because he has been cruel to her all this time Throughout their journey, Rachel and Alpha Damon must navigate their own personal struggles and external forces that threaten their bond and their pack
View MoreDamon's POV Sleep never came. I sat at my desk, fingers steepled as I stared at the security report Caleb had delivered. The words blurred together, but the message was clear - our men had spotted faint tracks along the northern border. No confirmed sighting, but enough to suggest movement. Enough to suggest Vaughn's men had been there. My jaw clenched. That rogue's words from the day of the wedding echoed in my mind. Vaughn knows about your little arrangement, Alpha. Of course he did. A sharp knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I called. Caleb stepped inside, his expression as grim as ever. "He's not talking." I didn't need to ask who. The rogue we captured had been locked up for over a day now, yet he refused to say anything more than that cryptic warning. I pushed back from my desk and stood. "Then we'll make him talk." The scent of damp stone and sweat filled the underground cells beneath the packhouse. The rogue sat on a cot inside his c
Rachel's POV The laughter and chatter around me felt distant, as if I were watching the celebration through a thick layer of glass. The toasts had begun, voices rising in cheer as people lifted their glasses in honor of a union that didn't feel real to me. I barely registered what was being said. Words about alliances, about strength and prosperity for the Moon Stone Pack. Beta Caleb spoke first, his usual sharp demeanor softened just enough for this public display. My father followed, his words clipped and measured - proud of the deal he had struck, rather than the daughter he had just married off. Cole's toast was the only one that made my throat tighten. His words were short, but laced with a quiet, unwavering support only a brother could give. "To my sister, who always finds a way to survive. May she do more than that here - may she find a way to live." A strange hush settled after his words, but only for a beat before the next person stood to speak. I exhaled,
Damon's POV The ceremony was over. Rachel stood at my side, her face unreadable as the final guests filed out of the hall. The moment we had exchanged vows played in my mind on a loop, but I shoved the thoughts aside. It was done. The alliance was sealed. I should have felt a sense of accomplishment. Relief, even. Instead, there was something gnawing at me - something I couldn't quite name. Then, I felt it before I saw her. Maya. She was a storm brewing just beyond my line of sight. I turned my head slightly, just in time to see her approaching with sharp, determined steps. "You actually did it," she hissed under her breath. "You married her." I clenched my jaw. "Now's not the time, Maya." Her blue eyes burned with fury. "When exactly is the time, Damon? When will you stop pretending that this -" she gestured vaguely toward Rachel, who was distracted by a conversation with Francine, "- means nothing to you?" "It does mean nothing," I said coldly. "It was necessary.
Rachel's POV The ceremony was over. I had expected to feel something - anything - when the vows were spoken, when the bond was sealed in the eyes of the pack. But instead, I felt... nothing. No relief. No anger. No sense of finality. Just an odd hollowness that settled deep in my chest, like I had been walking toward the edge of a cliff for so long, only to realize there was no drop at all - just more ground stretching endlessly ahead. The reception was in full swing, though it hardly felt like a celebration to me. Pack members mingled, laughing, drinking, toasting to the union of their Alpha and his Luna. They were celebrating for their own reasons - security, alliances, stability - not because they believed this marriage had any love to offer. The whispers had started as soon as the ceremony ended. I had caught bits and pieces of them as I walked through the crowd. "She looked beautiful, but did you see how he barely even looked at her?" "He kept the vows so brief...
Damon's POV The hall was already filling with guests by the time Caleb and I arrived. My father stood near the front, speaking in hushed tones with a few high ranking members of the pack. As soon as he spotted me, his gaze swept over me in silent scrutiny before giving a curt nod, satisfied that I had made it on time. I straightened my suit jacket, rolling my shoulders. Everything about this event felt suffocating - the sheer number of people, the weight of expectation pressing down on me, and the knowledge that within the next hour, I would be bound to Rachel in a way that couldn't be undone. Caleb, standing beside me, exhaled. "We made it." "Barely." My eyes flicked across the hall. Faces blurred together, none of them particularly interesting - except for one. Maya. She stood near the middle of the hall, her back stiff, her hands clenched at her sides. She wasn't even trying to conceal her fury. When our eyes met, hers darkened with resentment. If she thought I was goi
Damon's POV Caleb and I moved swiftly through the hallways of the packhouse, urgency pressing down on us. The wedding was starting soon, but this couldn't wait. The rogue they had captured claimed to have a message from Vaughn, and whether it was a trap or not, I needed to hear what he had to say. We crossed the courtyard, stepping into the fading light of dusk as we made our way toward the pack's holding cells. The timing was terrible. Guests were arriving, the ceremony was being finalized, and I should have been inside, preparing to take my vows. Instead, I was heading to interrogate a rogue. "This could be another one of Vaughn's games," Caleb muttered beside me. "Maybe," I agreed. "But if there's even the slightest chance that he actually sent a message, I want to know what it is." We reached the underground cells, where two guards stood stationed outside the heavy iron door. They straightened at my approach. "Has he said anything yet?" I asked. One of them shook
Rachel's POV The estate was a flurry of activity as the final wedding preparations fell into place. I stood near the window of my temporary room in the pack house, watching as cars arrived one after another, filling the circular driveway below. Guests - some high ranking wolves from neighboring packs, others influential figures from Arkwood Valley - stepped out, dressed in their finest. It was happening. The wedding was actually happening. Francine had already helped me get ready earlier, her excitement in stark contrast to my own lack of enthusiasm. I had let her fuss over my hair and adjust the final details of my gown, but my mind had been elsewhere. Now, standing alone and watching the guests arrive, I finally had a moment to breathe - to process what all of this really meant. Damon and I were being bound together for reasons neither of us had chosen. My father had forced me into this arrangement for our family's survival, while Damon's father had done the same to secu
Rachel's POV The mirror in front of me reflected a woman I barely recognized. My hair was pinned into an elegant updo, delicate pearl pins securing the strands in place. The wedding dress - the one I had stubbornly chosen despite Damon's preference for something simpler - fit perfectly now after final alterations. It was beautiful, undeniably so. And yet, I felt like I was staring at a stranger. I reached out, my fingers ghosting over the lace on my sleeves, tracing the intricate embroidery that must have taken weeks to sew. It was a dress designed for a Luna, for a woman stepping into a role of honor and duty. But that wasn't why I had chosen it. I had picked it because it was mine. Not Damon's choice. Not his father's. Not his pack's. Mine. And maybe that was the only power I still had in all of this. Francine bustled around me, adjusting the lace before stepping back to assess her work with a pleased smile. "You look stunning, Rachel," she said warmly. I f
Damon's POV I should have felt satisfied. Everything was moving according to plan. The wedding was set. Security was handled. In just two days, Rachel would officially be my Luna. And yet, as I sat in my office, staring at the finalized arrangements spread across my desk, an unfamiliar sensation gnawed at me. Unease. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. This was what needed to be done. It was what was best for the pack, for stability. Rachel had proven herself capable, and even if she hasn't been my choice, she was learning to adapt. Learning to survive. And that, I could respect. But that was just it - she wasn't my choice. And the longer I thought about it, the more I realized that something about that bothered me in a way it hadn't before. I ran a hand down my face, my jaw tightening. Why now? Why, after everything, did this feel... wrong? The logical part of me argued that this was simply a matter of control. The decision had been made for me - b
Rachel's POV Leaves rustled in the breeze and as my brother and I approached the gated estate of the Moon Stone pack in his black Lexus, we could hear the howls of wolves echoing through the trees in the distance. They were most likely the pack's scouts, roaming their territory and keeping an eye out for any potential threats. "Can't be too careful, huh?" Cole muttered to himself, and I knew that he was referring to the scouts that were patrolling the territory. At the edge of this pack's territory was a sprawling expanse of forest and wilderness, filled with dense underbrush and towering trees. There were equally clearings and streams scattered throughout. Despite the festivities which I was sure was in full swing inside the estate, if you were just passing by the outskirts, you would've hardly guessed that there were a whole bunch of people living here. This was my first time attending the annual ceremony that the Alpha of the Moon Stone pack hosted in his mansion, even though I...
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