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
Tristan's POV. Maybe I was as twisted as my brother, because for a moment in the hallway I'd enjoyed the smell of her fear, I'd enjoyed the way she'd cowered away from me, I'd enjoyed everything about being my own mate's worst nightmare. To Be honest, I hadn't gone looking for her, I just needed to slip out of my room for a minute and then I'd scented her coming towards me. Flowery and soft, my wolf couldn't resist her scent and a part of me had hated to find out that I couldn't either. Even though I found her face absolutely repugnant, I still wanted to see her. The mate bond in me was screaming at me to mate with her, begging me to grab her that moment and fuck her brains out, make her mine. But I couldn and I wouldn't. She'd rejected me, she'd disgraced me, only a fool would go back to their object of disgrace. So I'd decided to mess with her a little bit, remind her that I was someone to fear, even though deep down I had no intention of hurting her, hell I still don't remember
Selena's POV. Once again I woke up to an empty bed. But not an empty room, because I felt the tingles in my stomach and I'd opened my eyes to see Zander standing on the other end of the room, staring out the window with an expressionless face.I blink tiredly at him, suddenly filled with an urge to reach for him and have him hold me. At this same time I was too scared to move, too embarrassed to call him to me when earlier today I'd shooed him away lost somewhere in memories of Tristan ripping my clothes away before the greedy eyes of his pack's males, disgracing me completely. So instead of reaching out to him I stay as still as possible and watching as he watches the view outside my window. There really was nothing to see, the sun had gone down a couple hours ago judging by how dark the night sky was, meaning most of the pack was cast into darkness, the border was lit up by the watchlights stationed around there and on this side of the world we weren't exactly blessed with a glit
Selena's POV. The next day I wake up I'm his arms again. An immediate feeling of relief and satisfaction settles within me as I rest my face a little deeper into his chest. From the slow rise and fall of his chest I can tell he's still asleep, which is odd considering he usually wakes up before me and watches me sleep. Maybe yesterday took a lot out of him as well. I slip out of his hold and sit up stretching and yawning as I do so. I'm naked from the waist up, my bottom half only covered by my heavy duvet I glance down at myself running a finger down my smooth light skin, I didn't notice that since I started using Ana's bath soaps I've started to look a lot healthier and a lot lighter making the hickeys that come from his mouth on my a lot more stark against my skin on. I blush at the sight.A usual morning occurrence then slip out of bed, careful not to wake Zander up. I take quiet steps to the bathroom and enter the warm, white tiled room. My bath soaps are almost gone and I do
Selena's POV. I wasn't very good at reading social cues or meanings behind people's actions, but I'd thought for once I'd been able to properly read the meanings behind Zanders' comforting words and sweet whispers, that is until he made that statement in Alpha Ezra's room. 'I have no intention of being your friend.'Of course I'd long since realised that what we had seemed to surpass friendship, at least to me it wasn't just casual sex, and even if it was, he at least treated me like a friend, comforting me when I had a teary, trauma episode, making me smile, being protective, trying his best to take care of me and promising to shield me from Tristan. I took these as things one would normally do for someone they considered a friend. I must have read it wrong. I must have been so lost in grief that I just established a meaningful connection with the first person that came my way, even though he was well known for his heartlessness and soullessness I'd misread his horny, sly attempt
Zander's POV. I'm very good with social cues and reading the gestures people make, it's just that growing up as the Pack's monster and pariah I learnt not to give fuck what their subtle glances and hissed words means, but now as Selena rolled away from me and curled into herself on the bed I knew and cared about what I might have done.All this started yesterday when we'd returned from my father's home yesterday, she'd silently slid onto my back and gripped the fur on my nape, normally Selena would run her fingers through my fur, coo at me, tug at my ears and even while I run back she'd spend most of her time trying to distract me by running her fingers up and down my fur, she'd whisper things in my ear and laugh as the wind whips through her hair. But she'd remained silent this time instead, opting to bury her face, her reddened face, in my fur and even though she thought I didn't notice I could tell she wanted to cry.I'd wanted to ask her about it, but then she'd slid off me and
Zander's POV. "I've known you for long enough that I know you're not an impulsive hot head Zander, so tell what the fuck prompeted you to do that!" Nazeera hisses at me, pacing the long length of my bedroom. It was dusty now from lack of use, the sheets were neat, the windows had been shut till Naz came in and flung them open. I hate this room. I hate that I have to come here because Selena isn't speaking to me, I hate that I don't know what caused it and I hate the fact that I care in the first place. I wasn't like this, I didn't lash out of anger, worse off anger caused by a woman, she was my mate, yes. But fuck, she'd fucked me off bad enough that a day without her and I was exploding like a fucking child. I scowl and look up to meet Naz's enraged eyes. What I'd done today might have set us two steps back and even if it hadn't I'd lost my temper quite harshly too. But even with the looming figure of Naz and Callum over me I still felt satisfied at the scratches I'd left on tha
Laleh's POV. I shut my eyes and listen to Gamma Hannah take in deep satisfied breaths with a small glimmer of satisfaction, even though as usual I hadn't come, because Hannah was shit with her hands. I smile to myself and let the tall, tanned woman tug me into herself and hold me to her sweaty self. On a normal day I would have cringed away from her, both from the irritation of being that close to a wolf but also from the sheer amount of sweat that woman managed to wring out during sex. But today was different, today was the beginning of the plans I had to fuck Zander over. Well it wasn't the exact beginning, casting a spell on Tristan and sending him out into the hallways for no reason was, watching from the corners as Selena broke down and screamed at Zander brought me so much satisfaction, of course that didn't last long and two were now back to being lovey-dovey, but still… I trail a finger up and down Hannah's muscled arms, both to enjoy the taut feel of her and also to expr