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
Selena POV. Even though I wanted to bury myself in heavy blankets and cry over Zander, Ana had pushed me off the bed and explained while glaring daggers at me how I certainly couldn't put my entire life on hold just because Zander decided to be a dick. So I listened, I rolled off the sheets that smelled less and less like him everyday and took a long scented bath, trying to wash away the longing for him that hovered just above my skin, I combed my hair, tried to dress up pretty, but eventually stuck to a large grey hoodie and sweatpants, both of which sadly belonged to Zander. I sat in front of the mirror, waiting for Roy to arrive so I could get going. Even though I was currently not speaking to his son I couldn't out of the blue, just stop seeing him. Alpha Ezra really couldn't be blamed for how awful both his children turned out to be. One, in terms of tugging my heart about, the other being a terrible Alpha. Both had proceeded to hurt me in more ways than I thought I'd ever fe
Zander's POV. My days pass in a blur of meetings, a haze of irritation and just pure longing. I spend most of my time watching out for her, walking past her library, occasionally stopping in front of her room, hoping, just hoping that she'll open the door and speak to me, tell me what's wrong, let me hold her again. Naz has been trying to distract me, whether by just being her usual annoying self or shoving piles of work on to me and while I appreciate her efforts it's doing next to nothing. Working on the piles and piles of files that lie on my desk gets me feeling a whole lot more tired, listening to Nazeera rant about something ridiculous or extremely stupid drains me and in the midst of all this I can't get her out of my mind. I miss her so much it fucking aches, I'm even more shot tempered now, I'm snapping at everyone around me even Naz and Callum, both have been extremely understanding even though several times I could sense Callum fighting the urge to scream at me. I know
Zander's POV. "Fucking whore," I hiss out and she screams when I squeeze her wrist. "P-pleas-" she starts, voice coming out whiny and high pitched, Aziel growls within me and I tug her wrist in response to how gratey her voice is, she winces again and I smirk at the sight of fear in her eyes and sweat dripping down her temples. There were people standing around, maids, butlers and a few warriors too. They formed a small circle around us but no one dared come closer. The logical side of me, the one not yet shrouded by irrational rage at seeing my mate getting hit by this slut was screaming at me to stop. Lashing out and attacking someone so close to Laleh wouldn't help my chances at all, but the irrational side of me was winning this argument, replaying in my head over and over how Karla had hit her, the sound of the girls palm hitting Selena's cheek was by far the most rage inducing thing I'd ever seen or heard, it wasn't helping that Aziel was screaming in my ear at me to maul her,