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
Selena's POV. I take a step back into the room, heart pounding, whether from fear or because this was the first time I've seen Zander this up close since the kiss I don't know, but it was pounding fast enough that I was sure he could hear it. Alpha Ezra remains sound asleep, breathing even and steady, a glance at him and one would even think he was dead with how slowly his bony chest fell, and with the paleness of his skin. I watch Zander take him in, cold green eyes, calculating and assessing, the moment he verifies his father is actually still alive his eyes swivel back to me, and the effect of our meeting has my knees buckling a little. Even with how scary this situation is, locked in a room with the Cursed Prince and the ailing Alpha, someone who I'm not even supposed to be seeing, the heat between my legs started up again and by the way his nose flared I know he can sense that. "What are you doing here Selena?" He asks roughly, entering the room fully now. He looks tired, he
Selena's POV. "Don't make promises you can't keep Selena," Zander mutters roughly as he pressed me against a wall the moment we step out of his father's room. I stare into his eyes, knees buckling at the scary level of intensity I meet in his eyes, the same green eyes that only a few minutes ago stared at me with intense amounts of of animosity. "I never planned on breaking my promise," I whisper back to him, feeling a rush of boldness. He steps even closer to me, pressing his firm body against mine and pushing me even further against the cool wood of the wall. I can feel every inch of him, hard and carved to perfection, and even the hard lenght of his cock against my stomach, his hands find my waist, and I watch his eyes shift for a minute from that cool green to a bright red. And while the clear evidence that he was losing control should scare me it didn't, nothing about Zander seemed to ever really scare me, not even when I was kneeling before me and he was threatening to tell
Zander's POV. Like most days I woke up with only two things on my mind, Selena and how to finally drag Tristand off the Alpha's seat. Today most of my mind was fixed on her, Selena, her soft, supple body, her invasive flowery scent and her gentle cry as she came. Even in the middle of training today all I could think of as I wrap my hand around Callum's neck was her face as she came, it plays in my head on repeat over and over again. And now here I was, rock hard for the fifth time today in a meeting with Callum and Nazeera, neither of them realizing how silent I was because they were much too involved in whatever all of a sudden fight they'd managed to start up again. I lean back and adjust trying to soothe the ache in my groin as I zone back in to their argument."If it is Nightshade-" Callum starts and Naz shuts him down immediately glaring daggers his way. "It is Nightshade Callum, what the hell would Selena be lying?" She hisses back at him and I clench my jaw in annoyance.
Laleh's POV. Growing up, other than my ability to master spells quicker than the average witch I was also known for my firey, unquenchable temper, that coupled with my ability to cast spells I was something else when I was angry. My anger was like a storm, I tossed things around broke things and severely injured people, I was never apologetic about it though, I was a reckless child and I felt my anger was valid. Then my family was killed brutally by the cursed Prince and I changed completely, I changed myself, my temperament and demeanor, and I learnt in order to fit in with the sly seductress role I was playing I had to curb my temper as well.My anger shifted from a firey storm to an icy blizzard, I didn't rage, I didn't throw things, I just sat down and stewed for hours in silence then I exacted my revenge, calmly and coldly. But not today, today I didn't stew, I didn't sit in one place and think, I didn't anger fuck Tristan or Karla, rather they both watched as I screamed and s