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
Selena's POV. After our visit to Alpha Ezra our next stop is to the areas I've been dedicated to helping for the past few weeks. As usual my arrival there is met with a mixture of joy and awe from the villagers, the younger kids crowd around me, covered in dirt but smiling brightly at me and waving, the adults stay further away, happy to see me but weary of the looming figure that is Zander standing behind me. My first stop is the old woman I was healing up last week, she was crippled and on the verge of dying of starvation when I'd last seen but she was doing a lot better an the little meals I've been sneaking out of the kitchen was going a long way in making her feel better. "Hello ma'am," I saw in a low voice as I crouched in front of her, most of the children had run off to play with their toys and Zander was standing not too far away watching me interact with the woman. I always tried to explain he didn't need to follow me around to protect me in times like this but he brushes
Selena's POV. Nazeera slips into my room as I pace about sorting clothes and worrying about Zander, he did tell me yesterday when he'd finally peeled his face away from between my legs that he had something to take care of tonight, the details I obviously missed because I was much too spent and already slipping into sleep. I'd wone up here alone, covered in the heavy duvet I'd insisted on when he'd started sleeping here, his scent was all over me and on the sheets but he himself was nowhere to be found, I'd assumed he'd be back in two hours, but it'd been five hours now, the sky was dark and I was fretting again.I turn to her the moment she walks in noticing Ana scurrying in behind her, I stare at her in shock for a moment before running over and throwing my hands around her, happy to see my friend out of the hospital bed after two weeks of barely being able to move. "Awwn if I'd knew you'd be like this I'd have gotten hurt more often," she coos patting my head, I jerk back and sm
Laleh's POV. Everything was gone. I tipped my head back and shut my eyes tightly, trying to contain the insane amount of the rage roaring through me. Zander Morgenstein.Zander fucking Morgenstein. Another burst of rage passes through me, hotter and far more dangerous than anything I've ever felt, my anger twisted and roared within me, eager to be tossed out, eager to destroy as recklessly as my own place had been destroyed. But I couldn't… I couldn't meltdown here. I reopen my eyes and with pure pain on my expression I take in the sight of my burned down greenhouse. The outside was totally fine, the glass hidden by the trees, near and polished,but the inside. The plants I'd spent hours working on, planting and caring and meticulously pruning… they were gone. All gone. I shut my eyes again trying not to scream, and tug my hair out, trying even harder to suppress the burning urge to find Zander and wrap my hands around his neck, tighter and tigter until the life slowly drain from
Laleh's POV. After visiting the greenhouse that Zander destroyed in his fit, I took a walk, a long one, past the packs borders and into rogue territory. The sex didn't work long in tampering my mood, once the high of an intense orgasm faded off all that was left was that uncontrollable rage that flared a bit more when I took in my greenhouse again. Of course the sentinel had scurried off the moment we were done, though he was unaware of what I was the anger in my eyes and the dark shade my face usually defaults to when I'm upset would be anough to scare off any person. I'd watched the child run off, eyes hooded as I tried to tamper down the hot rage rising in my chest and the urge to wrap my hand around Zander Morgenstein's neck and squeeze, squeeze hard enough that even with the immortality his curse granted him the lack of oxygen would kill him.Or I could set him on fire the way he did the plants in my greenhouse. I continue my walk, each step tense and exuading the darkness of
Selena's POV. From how warm the other side of the bed was I knew Zander had come back to me room last night, but by the time I'd woken up this morning he was gone again leaving nothing but his scent and the warmth on his side of the bed behind as an indication of his presence here and even though somewhere in my mind I'm aware that he did return I'm still left with a huge hole in my chest. I've become so used to waking up with his arm wrapped around me, tucking me into him and making me feel safe again. Waking up to an empty bed wasn't something I was used to anymore and his presence was something I was beginning to realise I couldn't live without. I sigh tiredly and sit up, stretching and yawning. I glance down to the foot of the bed where Ana and Naz had fallen asleep yesterday, obviously they're gone now and I have a faint memory of Naz dragging Ana out of the room, the both of them saying a drowsy goodbye while I nod and him before slipping back into sleep. Last night was fun,
Zander's POV. Selena was trembling in my arms and I could smell Tristan on her. I felt my heart drop and for the first time in my life I felt genuine fear and rage, fear at what Tristan might have said or done to her and rage at his guts. He touched her.He fucking touched her. And now she was trembling in my arms, shaking, sobbing and from how unresponsive she was to Naz's prodding she was out of it, probably lost in the memories of the horrible things Tristan has done to her over the past two months, the disgrace, the burns, the hitting her … I could see it all over her face as she replayed those memories over and over again, sobbing and shaking as I clutched even closer to me. Both to comfort her and to keep myself rooted, otherwise I'd go after Tristan and I would fuck up the plan of spent months crafting, I would kill him, I'd make sure I give the bloodiest death I could ever give a person. And if I could I'd bring him back and kill him all over again. I look down at the weepy