MasukThird Person's POV
Selene's pheromones were a total wreck. The cool, aristocratic air she usually maintained was gone, replaced by a wave of frantic terror and shame that was plain as day to every wolf in the room.
The high-ranking guests exchanged looks, their eyes darting to her with silent judgment.
Selene had always been arrogant, banking on her noble blood and Pheisar's unconditional devotion. She had never been this humiliated in her life.
For a split second,
Third Person's POVNaomi lay on the bed, staring at her daughter.Naomi was no saint—every wolf who'd ever crossed her knew that.But when it came to Selene, her only child, she had been a devoted mother. she'd pampered her, protected her, and moved mountains to give her the best of everything.She had always believed that even if the whole world turned against her, her daughter would stand by her side.She never dreamed Selene would discard her so ruthlessly.That single step back, that cold redirection of blame... Selene's words cut deeper than anyone else's in the room.In that moment, a wave of bitter disappointment and resentment washed over Naomi.A dark thought clawed at her mind.This whole mess was Selene's idea.The plan's failure—forgetting that Zander might be watching—was Selene's oversight.Why should Naomi be the only one lying in this filth while Selene stood in the crowd,
Third Person's POVSelene's grip on Naomi's hand tightened, her knuckles turning a ghostly white.She kept her head down, tears pooling in her eyes but not quite falling—the perfect picture of a victim.Her scent was a total wreck, reeking of panic and humiliation for everyone to smell.Naomi lay there, huddled in the stained sheet, forced to listen as the audio from the video blared from the speakers. Every word she'd whispered in the dark was now echoing through the room for the world to hear.She squeezed her eyes shut.The same people who used to kiss her feet were now tearing her apart with their whispers.Pheisar stood off to the side, his face like stone, not saying a word.Elena stood next to Zander in silence.She knew exactly what Naomi meant by "making sure Jeffrey was satisfied"—it was her way of saying she'd pimp out other young, pretty she-wolves to him.Naomi had done it dozens of times
Third Person's POVDominic always trusted Zander above anyone else. Since they were kids, Zander had never been one to make things up or throw around baseless accusations.He stood there frozen, two conflicting thoughts crashing around in his head, leaving him unsure of how to react.Selene took a deep breath and looked up.She gripped Naomi's hand, her voice steady but laced with a frantic edge."Alpha Zander, my mother only wanted to reconcile with Elena. She was doing everything she could to please her—why would she ever want to ruin her?"She paused, her eyes flickering toward the bruise on the back of Naomi's neck."My mother has clear injuries on her neck. Someone obviously knocked her out when she wasn't looking, which is why we're in this mess tonight."Her voice cracked slightly, and aristocratic tears welled in her eyes but didn't fall, making her look incredibly vulnerable."She has been deeply humiliate
Third Person's POVBut Naomi was a sturdy woman, and Elena's strike didn't knock her out.Naomi stumbled, sensing something was wrong, and spun around to see who had attacked her.Right then, Zander stepped in.Without a word, he delivered a clean, professional blow to the back of her neck.Naomi went limp.Zander had already arranged for a clean dress to be brought to Elena.While he handled the logistics, Elena dragged Naomi onto the massive bed. She used Naomi's own comm-stone to send a simple "OK" to Selene, then slipped into the opposite lounge to change out of her wine-soaked clothes.The entire process was clinical. No wasted movement.If Naomi hadn't come here with malice in her heart, being knocked out by Zander would have just been a temporary scare. She would have woken up later, confused but safe.But she did have malice.And everything that happened to her tonight was a cage she had built for h
Third Person's POVSelene's pheromones were a total wreck. The cool, aristocratic air she usually maintained was gone, replaced by a wave of frantic terror and shame that was plain as day to every wolf in the room.The high-ranking guests exchanged looks, their eyes darting to her with silent judgment.Selene had always been arrogant, banking on her noble blood and Pheisar's unconditional devotion. She had never been this humiliated in her life.For a split second, she wanted to bolt—to run out of the room and pretend she'd seen nothing.But she couldn't run. If no one handled this disaster, Naomi's disgrace would drag Selene's reputation into the gutter with her. There would be no coming back.Gritting her teeth, she stepped forward.She ripped a stained sheet off the bed and threw it over Naomi, raising her voice to sound like a worried, frantic daughter."Mom! Wake up! What are you doing with Jeffrey? Did someone set y
Third Person's POVShe was perfectly dressed, every hair in place, her expression calm and sharp. There was a faint trace of mockery in the corners of her eyes—like an outsider who had watched a predictable farce from beginning to end and had only shown up at the very last second to close the curtain.The hallway fell into a sudden, vacuum-like silence.Then, as if by instinct, the crowd parted down the middle, carving out a path for them.Zander didn't say a word. He simply led Elena through the throng, his gaze sweeping over the guests. His golden eyes were heavy and freezing, radiating the natural, crushing authority of an Alpha. Wherever his eyes landed, people instinctively looked away, pulling in their scents and holding their breath.No one dared to speak.The people who had been spitting the most venom only moments ago now stood frozen, their faces turning unrecognizable shades of gray and pale green.Kayla's watery eyes
Elena's POV"Stay away from Pheisar! Zander wants us to date, so even if my wolf can't stand you, I'll force myself to be with you!"Hearing that, everything clicked.I wanted to respect Zander's wishes, but that didn't mean I was going to let this jerk slander me whenever he felt like it.The priv
Elena's POVSweet dreams are always short-lived.Just as I was about to drift into a deep sleep, a sudden force shoved me away. "Mom" was pushing me off."Elena! Open your eyes and look at me!"The icy voice from above hit me like a bucket of freezing water, jolting me
Elena's POVPheisar pinned my hands over my head with brutal force, cuffing my wrists to the handle of the window frame."Don't move, sweetheart. And don't even think about shifting. These runes are designed to suppress your wolf. You're not going anywhere.""You lunatic!" I
Elena's POVDominic's face was as dark as a thundercloud, his eyes burning with pure humiliation and rage."That's twice now! You splashed me again? First it was ice water, now it's red wine!" he growled. "You've got a death wish, don't you? If it weren't for Zander, I'd tear you apart right here!"







