Selena’s POVI sat up in my bed as Ana burst into my room, looking frazzled and out of breath."Selena, you won't believe what I just heard," she exclaimed, closing the door behind her."What is it?" I asked, feeling a sense of dread settle in my stomach.Ana took a deep breath before rambling, "I just heard a rumour that Zander's exile might be revoked soon. Apparently, he's been peaceful and quiet lately and has learned to control his powers."My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Zander's name. The thought of him returning to our pack was terrifying… yet exciting."Are you serious?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Ana nodded, "I'm afraid so. I don't know how true the rumour is, though."I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the thought of Zander being able to control his powers. Maybe he had truly changed.His words made their way back to my memory. "I promise you, Selena, I will be a man that you can be proud of. I will learn how to tame my monster and come
Selena’s POVWe made our way to the kitchen. The kitchen staff was always a great source of information, so we figured we'd ask around and see what we could learn.As we entered the kitchen, we saw Kayla and Jesse preparing a large pot of soup, and they both seemed to be in good spirits. We approached them, and Ana asked, "Hey, have you guys heard anything about the exiled prince Zander?"Their faces wrinkled in fear and disdain, but just as they were about to go off on the prince, Alfie, the head chef walked in. He must have overheard our conversation because he spoke up immediately, "Excuse me, ladies, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."We turned to face him, curious to hear what he had to say. "What do you know about Zander?" Ana asked.The chef let out a deep sigh before he began, "I've been working in this mansion since Ezra was just a young alpha. I was here when Luna Thea gave birth to the twins. And let me tell you, Zander was the sweetest, kindest little p
SELENA’S POVIt was another horrible week. Tristan seemed to have remembered me with a vengeance.I couldn't breathe, couldn't sleep, couldn't even eat without hating myself and every single second I spend awake. I hate how every day in this I feel like I am walking on egg shells everyday. Like I'm one step closer to a panic attack.I froze when the guard appeared at my door. "The alpha requests your presence at a grand feast," he said, his tone condescending.I forced a smile and nodded, hiding my nerves. "Thank you for letting me know. I'll be there."As soon as the guard delivered the news of the alpha's request, my heart sank. I knew what to expect from that twisted, spoiled alpha, and it made me feel sick to my stomach. Ana looked at me with worry in her eyes.As soon as he left, I turned to Ana, who looked at me with concern. "Are you okay, Selena?" she asked.I let out a deep breath. "I don't know. I have a feeling this feast won't be like any other."Ana nodded. "Do you want m
SELENA’s POV He rose from where he was seated, taking his ceremonial dagger from where it was hanging in a sheath at his waist.My heart dropped into my stomach as I saw the glint of silver the moment he unsheathed the darker.Silver. Not again.Silver was practically nothing to him as the only thing that was lethal to him was nightshade.He twirled the dagger around his hands with reckless abandon as his guests stayed quiet, wondering how the twisted prince would deal with such 'insolence.'He came to a stop in front of me and I fell at his feet, my forehead touching the ground."Please, Alpha. I beg you to not humiliate me in such a manner.""Humiliate you?"I could hear the smirk in his voice adding to my fear and wariness.I could already imagine a thousand and one things he intended to do with that dagger. I could already feel the cold metal slicing into me. The sound of his laughter echoes in my ears, taunting me and reminding me of my helplessness. The eyes of the court are a
ZANDER’s POV"Zander!"My heart broke at the array of emotions that swarm in her clear but obviously broken light blue eyes.Relief, hope… until hesitance and dread swam into focus.I can see the bones of her face jutting out, and she looks like she's lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw her. My chest tightens with sorrow as I wonder what horrors she must have faced in my absenceI took off my coat and draped it on her, covering her up but she was still looking at me like I was a figment her broken imagination had conjured up."Are you… are you real?" She whispered like she couldn't believe her eyes, her hands reaching up to take my face, soft fingertips stroking the scar on my left brow."I am. I'm sorry I took so long to fulfill my promise."She was shaking her head in disbelief and I took her hand in mine and pressed kisses to her knuckles, not caring that the entire fucking court had a front row seat in the display of affection for my mate.Tears poured down her cheeks a
ZANDER'S POVI'm consumed by a need for revenge, but I know I can't act recklessly. I need to plan carefully, there are sentinels here willing to risk their worthless lives and that of their families at the expense of saving Tristan, because he was their current alpha.I need to gather allies, convince the elders, the people, take back the title and make sure I have everything I need to take him down. But one thing is for sure, Tristan will pay for what he's done to Selena. I turned to face him. I remembered growing up he was always cunny and my mum would always warn him about his attitude and tell me to be watchful of him, then, I thought she meant I should watch over him but now I know she meant I should watch out of him.She saw the darkness in us before we even knew it was there and right now. I understand why it appeared so. My heart was sinking thinking about my mum but this wasn't a time to show weakness. I turned and faced Tristan who must have gotten over his shock because
LALEH’S POVZander showing up out of the blue has put a hitch in my plans. There are a lot of things that can go wrong now. And to add to that, I have to deal with a tyrant and an abusive man child.I glared at Tristan who just pushed his table, sending it toppling over. He was screaming and yelling and basically acting like a mad man.Ugh. He disgusts me and his current state irritates me the most. "I'm going to kill him!" He screamed, grabbing his hair. Almost pulling out strands from its roots. "I'm going to fucking murder him!"I sighed and rolled my eyes, my mind running a thousand miles a minute, even though on the outside, I appeared cool and undisturbed as I plucked a strawberry and placed it in my mouth, chewing slowly as I pondered on the new state of things."I will slay every one of those old bastards! I'll tear them limb from limb and have them fed to the ferals!" He road in rage, pushing the bar and sending glass tumblers and decanters tumbling down. "How dare they pard
LALEH’S POVI watch as the guard walks in with the elderly man, Theodore. Tristan immediately turns to face him with anger blazing in his eyes. I can see the veins bulging on his neck as he demands an explanation for what happened.“I want all the elders to be removed from the council, call for another council, and have it that Zander’s banishment isn’t lifted”Theodore stands tall, his face calm despite the fury emanating from Tristan. "I'm sorry, Alpha," he begins. "But as an elder, it is not my place to interfere in matters of pack leadership."Tristan scoffs, "Not your place? You're on the council, Theodore! You're supposed to be advising me, not sitting back and letting my brother and his pack walk all over us."Theodore stays composed, "I understand your frustration, Alpha. But we have to respect the traditions of our pack. The decision to pardon Zander was made by the council as a whole, not by me alone. I was the only one that in fact stood against it"Tristan grits his teeth,
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