Chapter 22 Sansa's POV The disclosure of the secret ceremony that united Xavier and me perplexed me. How could such a historic occurrence be dismissed as a fantasy? As I struggled to find the truth, my thoughts became a battleground.As I walked into my bedroom, Amara and many other female pack members were already there, their eyes shining with excitement. They were excited to help me choose an outfit for my forthcoming meeting with Xavier. The room was soft and inviting, and I took a seat on the edge of the bed, my mind racing with a mix of curiosity, nervousness, and apprehension.Ruth noted for her immaculate dress sense, smiled as she approached me. "Lady Sansa, let's find you the perfect dress for your special evening."Amara, who was always a supportive and kind friend, spoke up. "Absolutely! Tonight, we want you to feel gorgeous and confident. Xavier will be astounded."Ruth said, smiling. "Lady Sansa, I believe this dress is ideal for your date with Xavier. It enhances your

Chapter 24 Sansa's POV As we swayed to the beat of the music, Xavier's eyes penetrated mine. It was a possessive stare, a silent proclamation of his authority over me. I despised the way he treated me like a mere object, dismissing my wishes and sovereignty.The dancing floor shrank, drawing us in closer. Involuntarily, my body clenched, forming a physical barrier to his attempts. But he kept going, his motions fluid and assured. He seemed to revel in his control over me, loving my pain.I couldn't deny the subtle charm he emanated, no matter how much I despised his power. His unsavory touch sent lightning shocks through my veins. The combination of revulsion and fascination I felt for him was a painful paradox.As the music became louder, our bodies moved in unison, creating the illusion of harmony. But unrest was developing beneath the surface, with every fiber of my being resisting the forced proximity. The dance became a battleground, a contest for power and autonomy.Xavier's h

Trigger Warning Chapter 26 Sansa's POV I summoned the confidence to speak amid this painful dance, my voice shaking with a mix of dread and defiance. "Not at all, I refuse to give myself up to you. This is not the affection I seek."My remarks, however, appeared to fall on deaf ears, lost in the haze of yearning that surrounded him. He persisted, his goals plain, but my spirit fought desperately against his enticing draw.The air was tense, an explosive mixture of longing and resistance. Our bodies intertwined in a conflict that reached far beyond the physical realm, the room became a battleground. The weight of his presence threatened to consume me with each passing instant, but I clung to the dim hope that I could retain my autonomy.Amid this upheaval, I questioned the depths of my desires, caught between the appeal of passion and the necessity to protect my heart. Would I submit to his touch and risk losing myself, or would I find the will to oppose him and make my path?The ech

The Perilous EdgeChapter 28 Sansa's POV "Do you crave my touch?" He questioned, his voice full of bravado.I strained to catch my breath, the closeness between us exhausting. "Why do you think that?" I managed to say something, my voice strained with defiance and anxiety.Xavier took advantage of the situation, his hands traveling over my body with a possessiveness that sent thrills down my spine. "Then why did you touch me?" he asked, his voice twisted with enjoyment.Fear and rage washed over me, fuelling my resistance. "Let me go, or I will kill you," I said, my voice shaking with the weight of my threat.Xavier, on the other hand, looked unaffected by my resistance, as if my comments were simply threats. Instead, he preyed on my weaknesses, knowing that my desire to protect Logan would win me over. "If you want to protect Logan, then let me play with you," he said quietly, his voice ominous.A wave of resignation came over me at that moment. I knew I was defenseless, entangled i

Chapter 30 Sansa's POV The perfume of ancient books and the quiet crackling of the candle flame created a pleasant atmosphere. In direct contrast to the rest of the ship, it was a refuge amid the chaos that surrounded us. The energy flowing from Xavier's room couldn't help but draw me in.My gaze was fixed on Xavier as I sat in the chair, a mixture of worry and intrigue churning within me. The atmosphere was oppressive, as well as loaded with unsaid tension. As Xavier closed the door, my breathing became heavy, tortured by the remaining memories of my dreams—dreams that mingled the gloom of his presence with the forced intimacy we experienced.My nerves tingled with fear as a wave of discomfort pushed me to rise from my chair. The cat walked around the room, a silent witness to Xavier and my complex dynamics. Xavier gently gathered the cat into his arms and placed it on the bed, speaking soothing words to himself as well as the cat."Take it easy, Gwen. Nothing bad will happen to you