SELENA’S POVAna and I are putting on our hoods, trying to be as quiet as possible when Roy suddenly appears. I jumped, startled by his presence."Hey, you two," he whispers, "The coast is clear. The alpha is holding a party tonight. You can leave now.""Thanks, Roy," Ana said, smiling.I nodded in agreement, still feeling a bit uneasy. I knew that leaving the pack house without the alpha noticing is risky, but Ana was right. Tonight is the best opportunity we'll get.As we start to head out, a sentinel stops us as usual. We were the diversion needed for Sonya, Lily and Roy to get the food out without the guards noticing. He interrogated us, asking us what we were doing and where we were going. I tried my best to act naturally, but my heart was pounding in my chest.As he approached us, I could feel a knot in my stomach. We were so close to leaving undetected, and now this sentinel is blocking our path."Where do you think you're going?" the sentinel asks, his arms crossed over his c
SELENA’ s POVI try to keep my breathing steady, but my heart is pounding in my chest. I can feel the sweat on my palms and forehead, and I know that everyone in the room can see how nervous I am. This is the same ballroom where Laleh and her minions humiliated me, it was also close to the room where I first met Tristen, where he tried to force me to mate with him. The memories were still fresh, still painful.But I don't have a choice. I have to be here. I have to bow before Tristan and show my respect, even if it's the last thing I want to do. I take a deep breath and walk towards the front of the room, feeling the eyes of the other wolves on me. I try to ignore their stares and focus on Tristan, who is seated at the center of the room.I fall on my knees and begin to speak, my voice shaking. "Alpha Tristan, it is an honor to be in your presence. I humbly offer my respects to you and to the pack."Tristan doesn't even look at me. He's engrossed in a conversation with Laleh, who is
SELENA'S POV The next time I open my eyes, I'm back in my living room where I can see my mother happily stirring her broth in the kitchen through the open floor concept of the entire house.I blink, looking around. This is my home. These are my chairs and furniture. The ceiling I have stared at for years.I pinched myself and winced when I felt the pain but refused to wake up.This must be a post-traumatic stress reaction as I know there is no way the hands of time have been magically reversed and I am back to my old house and my mum is cooking her ever-famous herbal soup, the soup is made out of one of our healing plants and I hate the taste, but my mum always says it is hygienic and re-energizes us, especially after healing.Diane is sitting on her chair, her hair all curled up and she is playing with her stuffed doll."I hate this doll," she spat out, tossing it angrily I'm the floor. She has always had a temper when she doesn't get what she wants. My mum approached her, picked u
Selena’s POV I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't really phantom why I was seeing Zander in this dream. It's not like we ever met when we were kids. The first time we met was the day he saved me from the rogue.I mean, I'd understand if it was Tristan in this dream because he had been the complete nightmare in my life and he was related to why I could be having a fever dream about my dead mother and sister.I gently walked towards him, careful not to make any noise or trip him off. My heart thundered in my chest in fear because I didn't know what to expect from him. Around this time, all I knew about him was what the rumors said. That he was a wild monster cursed with a rabid wolf.I swallowed, hiking my basket up in my arms and trying to be very gentle and quiet as I inched closer. He suddenly turned and gazed at me, emerald green eyes the color of lush fields blinked up at me in uncertainty… and all that fear I had went flushing down the drain.There was something calm and soothi
SELENA'S POVI woke up to the sound of the morning birds chirping. It's a new day, but I feel the same as I did yesterday and the day before that. Exhausted. Broken. Humiliated.Every night since the feast, the alpha has invited me to his lavish parties, and each time he degrades me in front of his guests. I feel like a puppet, his toy to play with and throw away when he's done. I can't take it anymore.But today, I have a few hours to myself. I decide to do some laundry, something normal and mundane, to try and take my mind off things. As I'm sorting through my clothes, a small pouch falls out of one of my pockets.I bend down to pick up the fallen pouch, and my heart skips a beat as I recognize the intricate embroidery on it. This is the pouch that my mother gave me on my 15th birthday, a few months before she passed away. It's been years since I last saw it, and I never thought I would find it again.Curious, I open it up and find a small piece of paper inside. It's old and worn,
Selena’s POVI looked down at the small, shiny black seeds in my hand, feeling a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Nightshade was not something one kept on hand unless they had a nefarious purpose for it. And yet, here it was, in the possession of a concubine."What do you think, Ana?" I asked, holding out the seeds for her to examine.Ana leaned in, her bright green eyes scanning the seeds carefully. "Definitely nightshade," she said with a frown. "But why would a concubine have something like this?""Maybe she's planning to take out the competition," Roy chimed in with a smirk.I rolled my eyes at him. "Very helpful, Roy. But seriously, we need to figure out what's going on here."Ana nodded in agreement. "Maybe we should check her room for any other suspicious items."I handed her the seeds. "You do that. I'll keep an eye on things here."As Ana hurried off, I turned to Roy. "So, any thoughts on why a concubine would have nightshade?"Roy rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "She's obvious
SELENA’s POVI wake up with a heavy feeling in my chest, the events of yesterday weighing down on me. Should I tell anyone what I saw? I don't have concrete evidence to back up my suspicions, but at the same time, I can't just ignore what I witnessed. It's eating me up inside.After much internal debate, I decide to confide in Ana and Roy. They're both reliable and have proven their loyalty time and time again. I can trust them to keep my secret and help me gather more evidence if needed.I get dressed and quickly made my way to Ana and Roy, who were in the courtyard in the middle of a conversation."Selena! What brings you here so early in the morning?" Ana asks, noticing me first."I need to talk to you guys about something important." I reply, trying to keep my voice steady."Of course.""Guys, I need your help," I said, interrupting their conversation.I take a deep breath and begin to recount everything I saw the day before. Ana and Roy listen intently, their expressions growing
SELENA’S POVAs we approached the sick alpha's room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. This was the first time I was breaking into someone's room and it just so happened to be the alpha's."Are you sure this is a good idea?" Ana whispered, looking around nervously."We've already come this far to back out now," I reasoned.Roy, who was standing at the door with the duplicate key, motioned for us to come over. He inserted the key into the lock and turned it slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible.The door creaked as it opened, and we all held our breaths. But there was no sound coming from inside the room.As I sneak into the alpha's room with Ana and Roy, I can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. The room looks exactly the same as I remember it from when I was a child. The only difference now is that the once strong alpha is now a shadow of himself, lying in bed and hooked up to different machines.I inspect the room, looking for anything suspicious, while
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