CHAPTER 53

Bride (From Rachelle's Perspective) He was... I had never seen anyone like him. He was leaning against the wall, staring into my eyes in a way no one else had ever done. He was tall, very tall, even taller than Alpha Draven, who stood six feet three inches. He was muscular, his long white sleeves cinched around his biceps, and the first two buttons on his chest were undone, displaying a wicked sight to anyone's eyes. His long face remained expressionless, with no sign of warmth, only coldness. He sported dark black hair that matched his eyes. His beardless, razor-sharp jaw appeared to cut through my skin. His eyes traveled up and down my body. I became self-conscious all of a sudden. I was not in a good condition for sure. My body was covered in scars, almost all of which ached. Thanks to Alpha Draven, my hair was as unkempt as if I had just emerged from a tomb and had not washed my hair in weeks. "That's my daughter," Father said, sitting on the couch, his face brighter than usu