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
Selena's POV.I'm not very good at keeping secrets. Because the next morning the moment Ana prods me about my very muted mood I start yammering on and on about what happened yesterday, from visiting Alpha Ezra to the kiss to him touching me like that, All the while I talk my face is a bright red and Ana's jaw is hanging open. The moment I don't though she squeals and throws her arms around me, knocking us both back into the bed. While a part of me was mortified that now Ana knew what was happening between I and Zander, I was also happy to see her like this again, squealing and teasing me and going through my closest for a pretty sweater so I can 'impress' the Alpha, ever since the incident with Karla she's been a bit distant, staring off into space and treating me more like her employer than her best friend and honestly it'd made me upset to see that Karla had reduced her to this shriveling mess again. But no she was throwing multicoloured sweaters at me and once again asking the mo
Zander's POV. This is Aziel's doing, and while I knew I was going to enjoy it I still needed to regain some semblance of control here. After everything that happened with Callum this morning not even Nazeera's soothing spells could calm him down, he's been howling in my ear, clawing at my barriers, insisting I either kill Callum or finally claim Selena. Neither I would do but the lack of sleep from the last few days got the better of me and he'd easily stolen control. And now here I was in Selena's room, her eyes wide and innocent peering up at me as I offered to teach her how to suck my cock. I was hard, way too fucking hard and aroused for someone who was in no way in control of what was about happen. Aziel had shut me out, and the last time that had happened it'd ended up with me waking up in a pool of my own mother's blood, and yet instead of panicking I could feel every nerve end of me jolt at the feel of her small hands on my groin.This was fucking torture. "Take it out," A
Zander's POV. I could smell myself on her. I glance up from the map detailing the full border of our pack's territory and watch her skitter away nervously a light blush on her fair cheeks. I smirk in satisfaction before forcing my eyes away from her and back to map spread across the table. Yet somehow as I attempt to focus on the new order of the sentinels I find my mind drifting further and further away from the business I'm supposed to be handling and to her. To how soft her skin felt when I held her yesterday, to her breathy her moans were, the way her eyes rolled into her head when she came. Fuck, I can feel myself getting hard again just at the memory of her. Funny how I thought actually sleeping with her would reduce this maddening obsession, but if anything it was making even more obsessed with her, I wanted to mark her, show everyone that she's mine, make sure the whole fucking pack knew that, I want to spend the rest of my days buried in her, hear her moans as she comes