All Chapters of WANTED BY THE ALPHA BROTHERS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SELENA'S POV:My room is a cell to say the least. Maybe not as bad as an actual cell but it is plain, tiny, nothing but an old, spindly looking bed in the corner and a cheap, pine desk.Tristan has never come to my quarters since he casted me out of his sight and into the worst wing in the house. I consider it a blessing really.The solitude of my room, though stark and austere, offered a respite from the poisonous atmosphere that lingered in Tristan's presence. Here, in the confines of these four walls, I found solace in the silence, allowing my thoughts to roam freely.My stomach growled and I pressed a hand to my abdomen. I was often underfed, surviving on meager scraps of food that I preferred to share with others but since Zander arrived, all that had changed. I ate with him in the grand dining room whenever he was at home and not off defending the pack's territory...Which is where he had been for the past few days.I missed him. But not just because of the protection and comfor

Zander's Pov:My fury burned like a roaring fire within me as I stormed towards my brother's chambers, where he was having a meeting with the elders. The image of Selena's dilapidated room was etched in my mind, fueling my determination to confront my brother about the stark contrast between his mate's living conditions and the luxuries bestowed upon Tristan's mistresses.As I approached the grand doors of Tristan's chamber, I took a deep breath, steadying my resolve. I knew I had to choose my words carefully, for I needed to make my point without completely severing the tenuous thread that held our strained relationship intact.The doors swung open, revealing the opulence that adorned Tristan's quarters. The room was adorned with rich tapestries, gilded furniture, and a grandiose bed fit for a king. Tristan lounged lazily on a velvet chaise, his eyes glinting with a mix of arrogance and amusement as he regarded my entrance. The elders were seated around him, not commenting on the ridi

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

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. 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