Zander's POV. I could smell myself on her. I glance up from the map detailing the full border of our pack's territory and watch her skitter away nervously a light blush on her fair cheeks. I smirk in satisfaction before forcing my eyes away from her and back to map spread across the table. Yet somehow as I attempt to focus on the new order of the sentinels I find my mind drifting further and further away from the business I'm supposed to be handling and to her. To how soft her skin felt when I held her yesterday, to her breathy her moans were, the way her eyes rolled into her head when she came. Fuck, I can feel myself getting hard again just at the memory of her. Funny how I thought actually sleeping with her would reduce this maddening obsession, but if anything it was making even more obsessed with her, I wanted to mark her, show everyone that she's mine, make sure the whole fucking pack knew that, I want to spend the rest of my days buried in her, hear her moans as she comes
Selena's POV. "You slept with him?" Ana asked, eyes going wide in shock. I clamp a hand over her mouth and check to see if anyone noticed or heard her words, luckily for use the medbay was empty at this time, with the increase in poverty only very few could actually afford an decent health care. Ana smacks my hands away and slowly sits up, I help her sit up worridely giving her a once over. Unlike when she initially fell ill her skin colour was perfectly normal, though there were bags hanging under her usually undisturbed eyes, in the few hours since I saw her she lost a significant amount of weight. The Healer said she'd get better but we still didn't know the cause of her sudden collapse. "Be careful…" I say and then help her adjust her blanket, she smacks my hands away again a look of annoyance on her face. "I'm not an invalid Selena, I've been working much too hard this month that's why I fainted, the healer gave me relaxant herbs and waters, I'll be fine," she says evenly, p
Selena's POV. I pack up the book of herbs and follow after Zander, but of course by the time I make it out of the library he is long gone with only his scent and a trace of those sparks of his hanging in the air as a reminder that he was ever here. My shoulders droop as I make my way back to my rooms. I remember Zander's instruction and him sharing the fact that he could smell himself on me. Embarrassment washes over me in waves and I pause midstep to groan to myself. Luckily at this hour of the day most of the maids are on the other side of the house waiting on Tristan, hand and foot. I knew we'd taken a risk last night, having sex in my room where literally anyone could barge in, me practically screaming out his name in a mansion full of wolves with actual advanced hearing. I let out another groan and climb the carpeted steps all the way up to the floor my room was located in. As usual my floor was empty void of maids and with Ana still in the med bay it meant I was all alone,
Zander's POV. The moment Tristan arrived I reeled back and had to stop myself from gagging. Next to me Naz furrowed her brow, and I knew that instead of the dank smell of dark witches she could feel the whispers of Laleh's magic playing around my brother. I rub my temple to tint back the raging headache I had going since I got here, first this afternoon these idiots have done nothing but question every plan I was nice enough to run by them, and now this bastard shows up smelling of that whore and I know this is about to become a very difficult meeting."Sorry I'm late," he says, sounding awfully smug for someone that was apparently apologising. "It's no problem Alpha," the Gamma, the beta and the sentinels all bow. Naz and I shoot each other irritated glances and stay perfectly straight and the sight of that aggravates him. But rather than snarl and talk about it, he just smirks and ignores us totally."Let's get this meeting started, huh?" He says clasping his palms together and g
Selena's POV. I turn on the tap and watch the water slowly run into the small, white tub. A bath was the only idea Ana could muster up while she lay on the bed snorting in laughter at the horor on my face when I revealed that I knew about his scent being all over me, obviously my friend had found it amusing but understanding my plight she'd lent me the bath gels, soaps and scented body washer she'd saved up to buy. I'd felt bad taking them, after all I knew how those little baths after work helped her relax, but she'd insisted, understanding how risky it'd be for Tristan or anyone to smell Zander on me. So I'd taken them, rushed back to my room, stripped then changed into the fuzzy white robe Naz had left me and now I'm preparing a bath while at the same time beating myself up for not realising how potent his smell would be on me. Luckily I don't interact with that many people in the mansion and the majority of the floors I actually frequent are empty, devoid of maids and the high
Zander's POV. This was the first time I was speaking to Callum sine the gross amount of disrespect he'd shown at our last meeting. I'd given him a couple of days, not because I needed him too cool off but so I could cool off, to the point where I could get a thought in past Aziel's insistance to rip his head clean of his neck. And now he was here, on his knees before me, his head was turned down in submission and he had bruises on one side of his usually smooth face. The bruises were from me by the way. Cooled off I might be, but forgiving I wasn't. I could still remember the bitterness and the pure arrogance in his tone the last time we'd spoken. We've been friends for many years, but I've been his Alpha even longer. I would never let that pure act of disobedience slide. "I apologize Alpha," he says lowly, head still hanging down. I don't reply and keep my eyes fixed on his kneeling form, trying to surpress the rush of rage I feel when I look at him. Naz is standing by my side,
Selena's POV.Since the day he's caught me masturbating to thoughts of him our days have faded into an easy routine, sex in the evenings, we'll wake up wrapped around each other, hell kiss me and mutter things into my ear, sometimes he'll coerce me into letting him shower with me, he'll disappear for meeting and the maids will bring me breakfast, he'll come back an hour or so after I eat and then we'll go visit his father together, well it's more or less like I'm the one visiting him, Zander just stands at the door arms crossed staring off into the distance sternly. I've asked several times why he never really spoke to his father when I'm there, even when from the expression on his father's face he genuinely wants to talk to him, Zander merely kisses me quiet and distracts with his awfully skilled tongue, and this becomes the norm when I ask him about anything concerning his missions or meetings. I should be more concerned about the fact I'm being left totally in the dark, meant to
Laleh's POV. I lie on my back and stare at the canopy of my bed as I digest the information Karla gave me. I can feel her next to me, warm and slack from the exertion coming that hard took, on a normal day I would have let her curl into me as I consider my plans to get Zander out of my way but this was major information… one I didn't know what to do with. A frown appears on my face creasing my forehead and causing my mouth to told downwards in a way I know is ugly. Zander and Selena.Zander and Selena.The bastard and his stupid wench. I clench my jaw and tightly grip the duvet that Karla had draped over me. I needed to think, I needed to sort through my options and emotions before I react, because in complete honesty I wasn't sure why I was angry, maybe because of what those two meant to this pack? Or maybe because Selena got to fuck Zander before I did. Ugh. Either way the thought of them together, sweaty bodies sliding over each other, the both of them moaning together as they c
Zander's POV. I'd planned several times how I'd kill my brother. It's a sick thing to think about one's own twin, but I'd hated Tristan from the very moment we'd come out of my mother's womb together. I'd planned a slow death for him, I wanted him to watch as I took over the pack, I wanted him to see me take down every single thing he'd put in place, I wanted him to watch me make him obsolete once more. But I'd brushed all that away the moment Selena's body fell limply against mine. I could feel the few borders I'd kept up collapse in one instant and before Tristan had the chance to move I was on him, my hand was at his neck and my teeth were buried onto the other side. He screams under me, scratching at me, hitting in the eye nose and trying to break my teeth, but that barely worked on a regular wolf talkless of me, so undaunted by his little attacks I buy down and before he can react even further I rip a huge chunk of flesh out of his neck. His screams increase as I tear into his
Zander's POV. If not for the fact that her scent was everywhere. It wouldn't be the first time I'd dreamt of her, gliding into my office like that, saying that she has decided to forgive me, then she kisses me and I touch her and she moans and then I wake up. Sometimes I just dream of her walking into my office to talk to me, to laugh with me again, to slip her hand into mine and smile at me that bright way only she knows how to, I felt happy once again at peace and then I'd wake up… back to my miserable reality where she couldn't even look me in the eye. I hate it, I hate it. I hate not having her around, I hate having her so mad at me, I hate knowing I'm the reason she cried so pitifully that day. I miss her so fucking much.But in the midst of all the chaos happening in my mind, in the midst of all that turmoil and pain I was still planning, searching for ways to finally bring my brother down once and for all. While I knew Selena's current grudge with me was all on me I knew tha
Selena's POV. I was never a particularly cruel person. My mother raised me to be many things, strong, uncompromising when need be, tactical when making decisions, kind and many many other things that she crafted to make me the next great leader. But cruelty, I was unused to turning eyes away from people if they needed help, I was uneasy when it came to making decisions about execution or anything that had to do with murder and now even with everything I knew about him, I was still hesitating to make the decision that would get me the revenge that my family and I rightfully deserved. I had no trust for Tristan. Just because he suddenly woke up and told me about Zander's secrets doesn't mean we were suddenly friends. I wasn't stupid, telling me was more for his benefit, even though I wasn't sure how it was possible for me to kill a whole ass cursed Prince, getting Zander out of his way would benefit him a lot more than it would me. Two sides of me were conflicting here, one part of m
Selena's POV. Not even Ana's arms around me can comfort me at this point. I'm beyond distraught. The only thing going through my mind is an image of Zander standing over my mother, covered in blood smiling that same unhinged smile that was on his face when he came to rescue me that day in the woods. He was a monster, a violent bastard. He'd not only killed everyone I'd cared about he had the guts to fuck me afterwards and touch me with the very same hands he'd used to tear into my pack mates. These are the types of thoughts that are constantly making rounds about my brain. The majority of them were curses thrown in Zander's direction, others were shards of glass piercing into me as punishment for sleeping with the man that had killed my family. I was stupid, very stupid I'd let lust and infatuation drive me into the arms of a monster. Why? All because he'd shown me a little bit of kindness while I suffered in this pack. A nagging part of my brain feeds me with the thought that may
Laleh's POV. I could only laugh. Watching Selena in a state of clear turmoil might be one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life. Prompting Tristan to tell her about what really happened to her family was the right choice after all.I can't say I was surprised to find out Zander was behind it, though we'd chosen to rule their death as suicide it was obviously not. Their bodies were ripped about brutally and purposely and savagely enough that even I was disgusted. Digging into their deaths though was more for curiously reasons than anything else, a creature that could easily murder a whole pack of healers like needed to be assessed, I needed to know if I had a friend or a foe on my hands and guess what, the fee sources that I'd had all painted back to Zander, a little while before he made his return known he'd slaughtered every last person in that pack.Of course the information was secret and extremely hard to gather, but there was nothing a couple of charms and a good han
Zander's POV. Fucking Tristan. I shift back and tug on a pair of trousers as fast as possible, ignoring the pointed stares that are tossed my way as I run up the stairs in search of my mate. I can't even imagine the state Selena is in and only the goddess knows what he told her. I burst into her room to see her on the floor, her hair is a mess, one side of her face is swollen and very bruised, and her eyes are distant. Horror rushes through me as I remember her last encounter with Tristan, the way she'd pushed me away and shut me out for weeks, she'd barely eaten and was just a teary mess, all because he'd spoken to her, I wonder what he'd said now.I kneel in front of her trying to get her eyes to follow me. But it remains fixed on something very far away, cold and closed off to me. Second only to the time she was kidnapped I've never been so scared in my life. "Selena, Selena please talk to me," I say stroking her face and trying to get her eyes to settle on me.She blinks and
Selena's POV. The first few days since I woke up were odd, I spent them walking about the mansion in a haze and trying to regain my bearings, obviously that took a lot of time and Zander was there through it all, holding my hand and muttering encouraging words to me as I sweated out the last of the drugs. But even with my torturously slow recovery I wasn't blind or dumb or weak, I still noticed everything, for example the clear absence of Naz and Callum, Zander's distracted nature and the tension radiating from everyone in the pack I'm guessing it's because the time for the coup was drawing nearer but I don't understand Zander's sudden tension with his friends, not that he'd answer me if I'd asked him about it, rather he'd dodge the question and disappear for hours to 'work', I wasn't buying it I knew something was wrong but I was much too tired to even fight him on this. Instead I bent to his prodding and his gentle touches, I basked in the feelings and sparks that danced about us
Zander's POV. I've never felt such a deep sense of relief before. Watching Selena's eyes flutter open must have been the most comforting thing I've ever seen, because I could have melted at the sight of those lovely brown yes meeting mine again, yes they were hazy, but I'll settle for that after watching her just drop to the floor in a dead faint in that forest and after haring Naz say that she was drugged heavily and make might not wake up for weeks. That was five days ago and she was awake now. I could feel the relief in my bones, even Aziel was calm for the first time in weeks, he was the main reason I wasn't able to fall asleep really. When Naz would pry me away from her bedside and forcee to get some rest all I could har was Aziel's voice in my ear screaming at me to do something or he would himself, and honestly I was much too tired to control him so for once I bent to his will and actually do something. I went to the dungeons and hit that rogue as many times as I could, I tor
Selena's POV. This time I woke up in my room to the sound of people speaking in hused tones about something that sounded extremely important, in the sleepy haze I was in recognized Zander's voice, tight and commanding as he spoke to who I assumed was Callum, my limbs feel heavy and my tongue is limp in my mouth, but at last this time I woke up on a soft bed instead of the cold hard floor.I struggle to open my eyes and when I do it's barely a crack. I squint at the brightness of the room around me, used to opening my eyes to a piercing darkness for the past few days. My head isn't pounding this time but the glare of the light is working up a headache low-key. The voices around me come into more of a focus now and I can hear the distress in Zander's tone. I hold my breath for a minute to enjoy the smooth, easy baritone of his voice. I never thought I'd miss the sound of someone's voice this much, I shift and try to lift myself up but my limbs are too weak and my head is much too heav