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
Selena's POV. "You slept with him?" Ana asked, eyes going wide in shock. I clamp a hand over her mouth and check to see if anyone noticed or heard her words, luckily for use the medbay was empty at this time, with the increase in poverty only very few could actually afford an decent health care. Ana smacks my hands away and slowly sits up, I help her sit up worridely giving her a once over. Unlike when she initially fell ill her skin colour was perfectly normal, though there were bags hanging under her usually undisturbed eyes, in the few hours since I saw her she lost a significant amount of weight. The Healer said she'd get better but we still didn't know the cause of her sudden collapse. "Be careful…" I say and then help her adjust her blanket, she smacks my hands away again a look of annoyance on her face. "I'm not an invalid Selena, I've been working much too hard this month that's why I fainted, the healer gave me relaxant herbs and waters, I'll be fine," she says evenly, p
Selena's POV. I pack up the book of herbs and follow after Zander, but of course by the time I make it out of the library he is long gone with only his scent and a trace of those sparks of his hanging in the air as a reminder that he was ever here. My shoulders droop as I make my way back to my rooms. I remember Zander's instruction and him sharing the fact that he could smell himself on me. Embarrassment washes over me in waves and I pause midstep to groan to myself. Luckily at this hour of the day most of the maids are on the other side of the house waiting on Tristan, hand and foot. I knew we'd taken a risk last night, having sex in my room where literally anyone could barge in, me practically screaming out his name in a mansion full of wolves with actual advanced hearing. I let out another groan and climb the carpeted steps all the way up to the floor my room was located in. As usual my floor was empty void of maids and with Ana still in the med bay it meant I was all alone,
Zander's POV. The moment Tristan arrived I reeled back and had to stop myself from gagging. Next to me Naz furrowed her brow, and I knew that instead of the dank smell of dark witches she could feel the whispers of Laleh's magic playing around my brother. I rub my temple to tint back the raging headache I had going since I got here, first this afternoon these idiots have done nothing but question every plan I was nice enough to run by them, and now this bastard shows up smelling of that whore and I know this is about to become a very difficult meeting."Sorry I'm late," he says, sounding awfully smug for someone that was apparently apologising. "It's no problem Alpha," the Gamma, the beta and the sentinels all bow. Naz and I shoot each other irritated glances and stay perfectly straight and the sight of that aggravates him. But rather than snarl and talk about it, he just smirks and ignores us totally."Let's get this meeting started, huh?" He says clasping his palms together and g
Selena's POV. I turn on the tap and watch the water slowly run into the small, white tub. A bath was the only idea Ana could muster up while she lay on the bed snorting in laughter at the horor on my face when I revealed that I knew about his scent being all over me, obviously my friend had found it amusing but understanding my plight she'd lent me the bath gels, soaps and scented body washer she'd saved up to buy. I'd felt bad taking them, after all I knew how those little baths after work helped her relax, but she'd insisted, understanding how risky it'd be for Tristan or anyone to smell Zander on me. So I'd taken them, rushed back to my room, stripped then changed into the fuzzy white robe Naz had left me and now I'm preparing a bath while at the same time beating myself up for not realising how potent his smell would be on me. Luckily I don't interact with that many people in the mansion and the majority of the floors I actually frequent are empty, devoid of maids and the high
Zander's POV. This was the first time I was speaking to Callum sine the gross amount of disrespect he'd shown at our last meeting. I'd given him a couple of days, not because I needed him too cool off but so I could cool off, to the point where I could get a thought in past Aziel's insistance to rip his head clean of his neck. And now he was here, on his knees before me, his head was turned down in submission and he had bruises on one side of his usually smooth face. The bruises were from me by the way. Cooled off I might be, but forgiving I wasn't. I could still remember the bitterness and the pure arrogance in his tone the last time we'd spoken. We've been friends for many years, but I've been his Alpha even longer. I would never let that pure act of disobedience slide. "I apologize Alpha," he says lowly, head still hanging down. I don't reply and keep my eyes fixed on his kneeling form, trying to surpress the rush of rage I feel when I look at him. Naz is standing by my side,