SELENA’S POV "I have always hated the smell of prison and rats," I muttered, and they seem to be synonymous to each other. As I walked into the prison yard, the cold metal bars and the sterile smell of disinfectant hit me like a ton of bricks. The ground was concrete and the walls were made of reinforced steel, towering over me like a symbol of oppression. I could see the other prisoners in their cells, some pacing back and forth, others sitting on their bunks with a defeated look in their eyes. It was a depressing sight, but my focus was on Ana and her predicament.As I approached her cell, I could see the exhaustion in her face, and I knew this was taking a toll on her. The only thing I could do was offer her my support, and so I took a seat beside her.But as I sat down next to her, I knew that I had to put my emotions aside and be strong for my friend. "Ana," I began, "I understand why you did what you did, but running away was not the answer. We could have worked together and
SELENA’S POV Zander was the only one who could help us and I was determined to get him on board with my plans.As I walked into Zander's room, I couldn't help but notice the darkness that surrounded him. It was a comforting darkness, though, one that I had grown to appreciate over time. He sat on his bed, his eyes closed, deep in thought. I took a deep breath, feeling my body relax as I let out a sigh. "Zander, we need to talk," I said softly.I approached Zander cautiously, not wanting to startle him from his contemplation. His presence seemed almost ethereal, as if he existed in a realm beyond the physical. As I stood there, observing him in the silence, I couldn't help but wonder about the depths of his thoughts and the weight of his burdens."Zander," I called out softly, breaking the stillness of the room. His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his head to face me, a gentle smile playing upon his lips. "I've been waiting for you," he said, his voice carrying a soothing resonance
ZANDER’S POV I sighed heavily as I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. My mind was racing with thoughts of Ana and the risky mission Selena and I had planned. I knew it was the only way to get her out of prison, but the weight of it all was heavy on my shoulders.The room felt suffocating, as if the walls were closing in on me. Doubt and worry gnawed at my insides, threatening to consume me. I closed my eyes, taking slow, deep breaths, attempting to find solace in the familiar darkness that surrounded me.Selena's unwavering determination and trust in me had brought us this far. Her belief in our mission and her relentless pursuit of justice for Ana had ignited a fire within me, pushing me beyond the confines of my comfort zone. But now, with the critical moment looming ahead, I couldn't help but question my own abilities and the potential consequences of our actions.The image of Ana's face, haunted by injustice and imprisonment, flashed before my
SELENA'S POV:My room is a cell to say the least. Maybe not as bad as an actual cell but it is plain, tiny, nothing but an old, spindly looking bed in the corner and a cheap, pine desk.Tristan has never come to my quarters since he casted me out of his sight and into the worst wing in the house. I consider it a blessing really.The solitude of my room, though stark and austere, offered a respite from the poisonous atmosphere that lingered in Tristan's presence. Here, in the confines of these four walls, I found solace in the silence, allowing my thoughts to roam freely.My stomach growled and I pressed a hand to my abdomen. I was often underfed, surviving on meager scraps of food that I preferred to share with others but since Zander arrived, all that had changed. I ate with him in the grand dining room whenever he was at home and not off defending the pack's territory...Which is where he had been for the past few days.I missed him. But not just because of the protection and comfor
ZANDER’S POVRoy pissed me off more than the way Roy was staring at Selena. MY Selena. With a longing and profound admiration. I abhorred this Roy guy, he was always around Selana.The sight made me feel a twinge of jealousy in my chest, but I quickly pushed it. I couldn't show this level of weakness in front of my men, there were already rumors flying around that I had a soft spot for Selena, Calum had already called her my weakness. "Good day Alpha," Selena greeted me. I frowned at her, hating when she acts so formal with me like my tongue wasn't down her throat days ago. And do they all call me Alpha now? The simpleton bowed low at the waist, stuttering over himself and I almost wanted to put him out of his misery by knocking him out but Selena wouldn't appreciate that."Roy," I said curtly instead, acknowledging him with a nod. "I trust you are fulfilling your duties to the pack?"Roy straightened his posture, his voice laced with determination. "Yes, Alpha Zander. I've been o
Zander's Pov:My fury burned like a roaring fire within me as I stormed towards my brother's chambers, where he was having a meeting with the elders. The image of Selena's dilapidated room was etched in my mind, fueling my determination to confront my brother about the stark contrast between his mate's living conditions and the luxuries bestowed upon Tristan's mistresses.As I approached the grand doors of Tristan's chamber, I took a deep breath, steadying my resolve. I knew I had to choose my words carefully, for I needed to make my point without completely severing the tenuous thread that held our strained relationship intact.The doors swung open, revealing the opulence that adorned Tristan's quarters. The room was adorned with rich tapestries, gilded furniture, and a grandiose bed fit for a king. Tristan lounged lazily on a velvet chaise, his eyes glinting with a mix of arrogance and amusement as he regarded my entrance. The elders were seated around him, not commenting on the ridi
LALEH’S POV“That low-class bitch,” As I make my way to Selena's new suite, my mind is consumed with thoughts of revenge. I have waited so long for this moment, and now that it is finally here,As I slipped through the shadows of the castle, a wicked grin spread across my face. My plan was working perfectly. My spy had informed me that Selena had been moved to a better suite, and I knew that could only mean one thing. Tristan was spoiling her, and that made me sick with envy.But as I approached Selena's new quarters, my heart pounded with excitement. I knew what I would find there. The thought of Selena in the arms of another man made my blood boil with rage, but it also excited me in a way I couldn't deny. I was a dark witch, and I thrived on power, no matter where it came from.As I slipped inside the room, the sight before me took my breath away. Selena was in the arms of Zander, their passion igniting the air around them. I watched as they kissed and touched each other, their des
Laleh's POVThe door to my room swung open and I lazily glanced away from a startled Karla to the sight of the Cursed Prince at my doorway, eyes dark with an unreadable emotion and irritation sliding off him in waves. Karla froze at her position at the foot of my bed, the fingers hovering over her undone buttons trembling in fear as she took him in, brown eyes wide as she glanced between him and my very naked self. The sight of my lover trembling in fear shouldn't bring me this much mirth, but it did, the panic in her eyes had a lazy smile sliding into my face as I relaxed more into my bed, body shielded from him by the heavy blanket I was buried under. "Hello, Cursed Prince," I drawled lazily... mockingly, watching him from under my lashes. "How may I help you today?" His cold green eyes shifted from me to Karla who was still standing there frozen in fear. "Leave," he said simply, his voice sharp, cold and coming out in that rough baritone that I'd touched myself to on several ni