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
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