SELENA'S POVI couldn't believe it. I stood in front of the mirror staring at my botched haircut."So?" Ana prodded, holding the scissors to her chest and staring at me with hopefully brown eyes. "What do you think?"I swallowed and stared at my reflection."You hate it!" She proclaimed while frantically trying to fix it. "I'm so sorry Selena. I can't believe I did this to you," Ana said, her eyes filled with regret.I relaxed slowly to set her at ease."It's okay, Ana. It's just hair. It'll grow back," I reassured her, trying not to let my frustration show. But inside, I was freaking out. I couldn't go around looking like this; what if someone important saw me like this?"What are we going to do about it?" Ana asked, as she continued fussing with my hair.I sighed, "I don't know. I guess we'll have to figure something out.""Well, on the bright side, you're still really pretty. Really, you have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You look like the freaking moon goddess S
SELENA’S POV My mum used to say, sometimes dining with the devil doesn't make you a bad person. Right now I was dining with both the devil and Lucifer, we can say they aren't mutually exclusive but for me they were. I was dining with a man that is only known for his atrocity across the realm and I was barely acknowledging his presence and then there was Zander, the Lucifer, the morning star that came into my life and swept me off my feet, the castaway son. He gleamed at me with so much passion in his eyes, I wasn't sure if it could be interpreted as a passion but I wanted to believe that this was passion written all over him."Do you want some beef?" he asked and I shook my head. I didn't want to speak too much to further irritate Tristan because I could tell he was already disgusted by my mere presence. "Why don't you want beef," Alfie, the renowned chef who also happens to be my friend, and partner sneaking food from the royal table. I do not want to tell him I am vegan and I w
Selena's POVI knew things were about to turn dark. Dining with the devil meant that the mood could turn sinister very quickly. Tristan was visibly furious, ready to unleash his wrath on Zander. On the other hand, Zander had an evil smirk on his face, like he knew exactly what was happening and this was what he wanted.I wasn't going to get caught in the crossfire of these two ruthless individuals, nor was I going to be a witness to a bloodbath. I rose from my seat, my heart racing, as Tristan's enraged expression sent a chill down my spine."I apologize for any offense I may have caused," I spoke, trying to keep my voice steady.But before I could finish my sentence, Zander interrupted. "Sit down, Selena," he said, almost commanding me. He had his deadpan look on his face again, making it hard to tell what side he was on."You can't let him keep belittling you when I'm here," Zander said."Belittle?" Tristan scoffed, laughing hysterically. I was already irritated by his disgusting ge
ZANDER'S POVWhat the hell is wrong with me? My head feels like it's boiling in flames as I think of the thousands of ways I could have handled this better. Maybe I should have just scared him off with a stern warning and not turned this into a clash of titans.I have a problem doing the most out of little things. In other cases, this would have been an adequate selling point for my skills, but right now, it's just a skill that's making this poor lady scared shitless.She's trying to hide it, the fear and trepidation in her eyes. This is probably the first time she's seeing me in full beast mode. She must have heard of it but had never seen it.Tristan had stormed off, which was wise of him because I wasn't going to back out of this fight. Not this easily. I was going to fight until the creeks and bones of our being were broken into pieces."I am an extremist!" I whispered assertively to myself. I always have been and always will be. Maybe facing my truth would adequately justify my a
Laleh's POVI hate everything about this pack right now. I used to be a queen, and now I am just another whore that fucks with the entitled and annoying Tristan, and I blame this on Zander coming back and everything about him.The horrible thing about Zander, apart from being a wicked, ruthless monster that causes collateral damage to anything in his path, a weapon of mass destruction, is that he is unpredictable, and he has a mind of his own.When it comes to Tristan, I can control him well because I know how he thinks, and I know his next moves before he makes them, but that isn't the case with Zander. With Zander, every move is spontaneous, and every action is new. I think Tristan fears that about him. My plans are being messed up from different angles, and I can't help but blame myself for that.I should have thought about Zander's return. I always knew Zander would return, but never this soon. I thought when he returned, Alpha Ezra would have been long dead and forgotten, and Tri
Tristan's POV I am going to fucking kill her, and kill him and burn their bodies to the ground and throw their ashes in some dark forest so their spirit be trapped in evil for eternity.How dare he humiliate me like that in front of my subjects, he made me the laughingstock of everyone and I am losing control of all I had known to have all my life, "Fear,"Other weak kings and Alpha strive for respect whereas I strive for fear, I want my subjects to fear me, I want to rule and drown in their crumbling esteem when they are around me but right now, I didn't have that anymore, not with that ass whooping I just got from Zander. They feared Zander right now, as they always did, he was a demon with a monster inside of him but the only difference right now is that he also has their respect.Where is fucking Laleh when I need her, "Laleh," I yelled, toasting around things in the room. I need to fuck away all this pain and shame I am feeling. It is bad enough that Zander returned in the wo
Tristan's POVToday started off pretty uneventfully and I thought I would end up in an extremely sad state but due to my brilliant and genius plan, I was having fun and I think I would be sleeping with so much joy.Here I was caught up in a love triangle, so turns out the wench Ana actually has feelings for Roy, because she just risked her reputation just to save his sorry ass and now there was Roy, glaring at her with disgust at what he had always known or thought about her, turns out not to true.I am a fucking genius, I just staged the best drama of the century and I can't wait to see how it unfolds. "Ana, you are part of his Harem,"She doesn't reply to him which was wise of her, I must say, it is pretty smart of her, but I am smarter. "Of course she is, we fuck and she moans," Roy glares at her.I turned and looked at Ana, " Strip you wench," I commanded and their eyes widen in disbelief, I was still going to have my fun today and fuck someone and their drama was already ge
SELENA's POV Zander is such a delightful being, I know almost everyone in this pack would remotely disagree with me but that is because they do not know him as I do, he lets me see a part of him he doesn't let any other person see.When Zander is around me, he is different, he is quiet, he listens and he actually sees me. A lot of time people confuse being looked at and being seen, the latter transcends deeper than mere sights and that is what I have come to realize with Zander.As I walked into my room and closed the door, all the moments from earlier that night started flooding my mind again. He stood up for me like he always does, but I don't want him to always see me as weak, and think I constantly need saving. But when it comes to Tristan, I think I always need saving, there is no way my strength could be compared to his, and Tristan knows no bounds. I can't wait to tell Ana all about it, where is she by the way? I left her in my room and she doesn't like going out late at
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