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
Selena's POV. It's Friday again, which means I'm here, in front of the ornate, wooden double doors that lead to the Alpha's room. No, not Tristan. I'd soon as cut my own hair off than pay him a visit willingly. I'm talking about a man that had eyes like Zander's and Tristan's and face much older. Alpha Ezra. The ailing Alpha of the Poison Fang Pack. I push the door open and step in, after many years caring for the sick I've grown used to the smell of antiseptic, herbs and just that general scent that seems to hover around the sick. The room's barely lit, and very neat, the drapes are down but a small lantern is turned on by his bedside table, illuminating his weathered, lean face enough that I can tell his eyes are open. They're green eyes, like his son's but much duller. This illness has really taken a toll on him. I've seen Alpha Ezra as a child, he was tall, handsome in a silver fox kind of way, with broad shoulders and the brightest green eyes that always sparkled with kindne