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,
Selena's POV. There was a noticable silence in the gardens when he was done speaking, one that hung over us, thick and uncomfortable and so unlike the comfortable silences we usually settled into after we had sex or just when neither of us had nothing to say and I wanted to rest in his arms. I wish we could go back to that, when I still thought he was serious about me, when I let my heart skip multiple beats because of him, when I smiled freely with him, when I'd moan at his touch and he'd crave mine too. I missed him so damn much but I couldn't open up to him again, I couldn't run back to him. In fact I shouldn't even be thinking of speaking to him right now, I should shake off his hand and storm off, I should continue to shut him out and ignore him the way I've been doing all this while. But a small corner of my brain firmly rebelled against the idea, it protested, another part of me wanted me to explain, maybe he'd give an explanation for what he said, maybe there was a reason,
Laleh's POV.I lean against the hard wall of the mansion as I watch the slut drop to her knees and suck off the man I've been wanting to suck off as well. I grit my teeth, seething in anger. Both because she got to do what I've wanted to do for a long time and because this bastard had guts. A lot of guts actually, after ruining my greenhouse, unravelling the plans and systems I've spent years putting in place he has the guts to sit and get his dick sucked by his hoe. Well this bastard was going to get his due fucking soon. I watch with hooded eyes as he tugs her up and presses her lips to his, they tug at each other's clothes, moan into each other's mouths, the way he touches her has my own body igniting in response, my nipples tightens when his bends his head to suck on her nipples, I clench my thighs together when he uses his cock to rub her core.I groan into my hand and quickly slip a hand under the little black sundress I had on, I press a finger against my aching clit and moa
Zander's POV. It was strange how easily we always found out way back together. We argued, she'd pushed me away and yet we'd somehow always managed to snap back together, somehow she always fell right back into my arms. And I loved it, but there was a small part of me that acknowledged the fact that it would not always be this way, especially when she finds out…"Zander!" Selena calls out, snapping me out of the rabbit hole of thoughts I was spiralling down. I turn to her and smile appreciating the little sundress she had on today, a light blue that blends with her skin and makes her dark mane of hair stand out a little bit. Selena is by far the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, especially in that sundress, faded scar and all I am yet to find a female that would dare hold a candle to Selena in terms of beauty. "What are you thinking about?" She asks bringing my attention back to her curious face. I smile. "Thinking about how good you look in this dress," I reply softly and then
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