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
Zander's POV. An ability I'd gained after many years of training was the ability to tell when I was being watched, and right now the hair on my neck stood at alert and in my periphery I caught a flash of very light skin standing a couple metres away. It wasn't a security risk, no, I was in the midst of some other warriors returning from training, and we were well within pack grounds, an invader would have to be foolish to stumble into poison fang territory and talk less of standing so close to where our best warriors were. It's not an intruder. A scent brushed past my nose, flowery and heavenly at the same time and I bit back a smile. Selena. I glanced at her sideways as I and the other warriors paused to take a headcount - even though at a glance I could tell no one was missing - and there she was, small and waif-like, standing by a large tree with Ana and… Roy. My eyes narrowed and I fought back the murderous urge to lunge at Roy and tear him apart limb by limb, until he was
Selena's POV. "How's it look?" I ask, spinning around to face a smug looking Ana. "Good enough to kiss," Ana says grinning wildly. I groan as she laughs at me. Yes, I told Ana about Zander and I and so far I'm regretting it, since she got here she's been making jokes about how devour-able I look and asking if the reason I wasn't speaking much was because my lips were so sore from kissing Zander the day before. "I really regret telling you anything," I huff and turn back to scrutinise myself a bit in the mirror and judge myself decent, big, ugly scar and all. Even though Zander had tried his best to fade the scar, it still stuck out like a big, ugly signboard. All the work that had been done on it was practically wasted because the past few weeks had been too busy to do anything about it."Tch," Ana scoffs. "If you hadn't, who would you have to gush about him over hmm? You've been blabbering about how firm his chest was but you have the audacity! to blush when I mention your spi
Selena's POV. Zander's smile has my heart skipping a beat. I've never seen him smile… At least not a real one, Zander's smile has been more of a cruel twist of his lips, or a baring of teeth that I'd found scary when we first met, but now in my horny, infatuation-addled mind only added to that darkness that thing about him.But this wasn't one of those smiles, his lips were tilted up slightly and I watched the coldness in his green eyes melt a bit and pin me in place with how much lighter they looked without that darkness of his hovering right over them, the overall effect had me frozen at the intensity and the rarity, and I wished I'd owned a camera so I could capture this moment in time and have it to look at forever. I blush and his smile turns roguish and much like a memory of yesterday when his lips were on mine and tongue slipped past his lips into my mouth and claimed and consumed, his stare was much like that and they had the same effect, my knees wobbled and I felt that sa
Selena's POV. Nazeera escorts a still silent Ana to her room. Roy left a few minutes ago not after hugging me under Naz's critical eye, and apologizes for not helping me when I really needed it. I accept his apology of course. Not like anything is his fault, I was the one who provoked Karla. Ana does the same hugging me tightly and apologizing profusely, I shut down her words immediately. I've watched Ana get slapped twice now, first by Laleh and now her lover, if anything I was feeling apologetic for letting my best friend get maltreated like this. Nazeera finally escorts me back to my room, whistling a low, slow tune under her breath while smirking at the people who duck and run at the sight of her. It nearly makes me laugh at the fear in people's eyes as she passes. Nazeera wasn't the most scary looking person, souless coffee black eyes, long black hair that she bound up in a sleek ponytail which only made her sharp, lovely features stand out, her long, tall confidence stride a
Laleh's POV. I came to the sound of Zander's voice in my ear and the feel of his hand around my throat while his brother fucked me. I could tell Tristan was pleased, making me actually come was a difficult task, yes, occasionally I faked an orgasm or two but more often than not he came before me and after that I just distracted him with dirty words and hand jobs till he came again. But this time the memory of his brother on me, the feel of his cock when I'd pressed against him, the gentle squeeze of his hand around my neck, had my body shuddering as I released, stars danced behind my eyes and the pressure in my spine finally reduced as I lay down spent and drowsy after coming that hard. Tristan slowly pulled out of me, not quite as big as his brother, but big enough that his strokes could actually help my fantasy of his brother play out. He pressed kisses to my collarbone and smiled into it, then rolled off me sighing in content and looking proud of himself for making me come. If o
Zander's POV.Elder Gam smelled like Laleh, it took everything in me not to cringe back as the smell of the witch assaulted my nose, I really wondered how he was able to walk around smelling like that without gagging. But from what Naz has said the spell Laleh weaves around these men is thick enough that even she could barely unravel it. Callum wrinkles his nose as the elder takes his seat, looking nervous and rumpled, clearly from rolling around in the sheats with the whore. I grit my teeth and fight to keep a stony expression on my face. Elder Gam agreed to speak to me four days ago, he cancelled twice and now he comes to meet me smelling like Laleh, clearly she was making moves herself, albeit sleeping with half of the elders, but they were moves. Callum shoots me a glance and I shrug in response. The meeting will go as scheduled, spell or no spell I knew very well how to draw out information from a man. "Elder Gam," I say, straight faced.He nods, eyes darting from side to side
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