SELENA'S POV If there was something I hated even more than this cursed Poison Fang's Alpha, it was the tyranny and oppression from those close to him.I was not sure who exactly Laleh was to Tristen, how much power she held in the pack and what implication it would have for me but I would not stand here and watch someone bully another person. Growing up, I was once a victim of bullies, they taunted and haunted me growing up despite being part of my park and I dreaded those moments when I felt small and not enough. But today I am going to do what I didn't do for myself growing up; standing up to a bully. I recall vividly when I was young and the much bigger kids would tease me and I would refuse to retaliate. One day my mother stood there watching as they laughed at me. I had tried to run from them in embarrassment and ended up falling and hurting myself. I assumed my mother would come to my rescue and save me from the bullies but she didn't, instead she watched me with sad eyes.W
SELENA’S POVI knew that Tristan had a thing against me since I rejected him as Alpha, but involving my tribe in the picture continually was just wrong on every level and very insensitive of him.My rage began to build inside of me. How dare he accuse us of stealing when we were just trying to help others? "We were planning to distribute it to the homeless," I said firmly, trying to control my shaking voice. I knew that trying to explain to him was useless but I needed to save both me and Ana's asses at the moment.Tristan didn't seem to believe me. He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me close until my face was right in front of his. So close that I could count his eyelashes if I tried."You're lying," he hissed, hot, minty breath fanning into my face. "I don't know what your real intentions were, but you're not going to steal from me anymore. You thought I would never find out, you whore. I will make you pay."I squeezed my eyes shut to calm the tempest of rage and hurt roaring i
SELENA'S POV:As Tristan and the guards drag me away, I struggle and cry, begging and apologizing for my mistake. I promised never to do it again, but Tristan only gives me a wicked smile."I'm sorry Tristan, have mercy on me, it wasn't my intention to steal or disrespect you," I cried out."Shut up!" he yelled at me.We arrive at the center of the alpha's estate, and Tristan stands in the middle of the courtyard, looking down at me with cold eyes. My heart sinks as I realize that he's going to make an example out of me, and I don't know how I'm going to get out of this alive.I look around and see the other pack members staring at me with a mixture of fear and curiosity. They know what's coming next, and they know that they're powerless to stop it. I wasn't sure they wanted to stop it, they seemed to be delighted by it. This seems to be something that happens much too often as no one seemed to be shocked by it.Tristan stands at the center of the courtyard with a wicked smile on his
Selena’s POVAs I open my eyes, I'm immediately hit with a sharp pain in my head. I groan, wincing as I try to lift my arm to touch my head, only to find that it's bandaged up. Memories of the previous night come flooding back to me, and I wince at the thought of the humiliation and pain I endured in front of everyone. I feel a sense of regret and anger towards myself for not being more careful.But even as I lay here, battered and bruised, I can't bring myself to regret what I did. I know that there are so many people in our pack who are struggling to survive, and I can't just sit back and watch them suffer. It's not in my nature to turn a blind eye to those in need.I feel a twinge of pain in my chest as I think about the consequences of my actions. Tristan will never forgive me, and I'll forever be an outcast in this pack. But then again, I don't want to be part of a pack that condones such cruelty and injustice.As I look up at Roy's concerned face, I'm grateful for his kindness
Tristan’s POVI had thought I had everything under control the moment my father made me and not HIM his successor. But recently, I feel like I'm losing my grip on all the power I have acquired.There has never been a successful alpha without his fair and wise luna at his side, his mate, destined for him from birth. Mine had thrown the gift that was our mating bond at my feet and proceeded to reject me, subjecting me to the humiliation of a lifetime.As if that wasn't enough, fucking Zander is coming for me and that wild beast will not rest until my head is on a silver platter.I had to do something to get back my control before Zander comes to take my pack. That's why I'm headed to the outskirts of town to meet the famous witch. She has an extraordinary power to read the future, and I need to know what's going to happen.My mind is racing with thoughts of what could happen. Will Zander come to kill me? Will my pack turn on me and side with him? I can't let that happen. I need to know
Tristan’s POVLady Annika starts the seance, and I sit there, watching as she begins to speak in a language I couldn't understand. The hairs on my arms start to rise, and I feel a sense of unease in the pit of my stomach.Suddenly, she looks me dead in the eyes and then she tells me what she sees."I see two twin souls, both equal in energy and heading in the same direction," she said, her voice low and gravelly. "But one starts to burn brighter and faster than the other, overtaking them in speed and destination."Her words caused a chill to run down my spine. The image she was painting is unsettling, and I can't help but wonder what it means for me.I listen intently, hanging on her every word. But then, her tone changes, and she speaks of a darker path. "The bright soul meets an even brighter soul with purer energy on his way, but he consumes her, snuffs out her light, and continues on his way."I feel a sense of rage building inside of me. How dare she suggest that I would snuff o
ZANDER’S POVI received news that the house of Lady Annika, the renowned witch on the outskirts of our town, was burned down in a fit of rage by one of her customers.She had been a steady face when I was just a pup, and an important mother figure to me when I had lost my mother and she had also been the one to help me train my beast.She was a tough, no nonesense woman that refused to bow even to death… or so I thought as I walked into the clearing, my boots digging into the melted rubber and ashes, the sense of loss heavy in the air.My heart squeezed in my chest as I inspected her burned down home, the aching sense of loss festering in my bones.No. No. No. Not another one! I can't lose another person dear to me!I stand there, taking in the devastation that has been wrought upon Annika's home. I placed my hand to the ground, feeling the soil and sniffing the air. I froze when I found the scent of the arsonist.Of course. Who else could it be? The very person responsible for fuck
Zander’s POVI closed my eyes for a moment, lost in the memory of the day my mother took me and Tristan to see Annika. We were just kids then, barely old enough to understand the gravity of what was happening. But my mother was insistent - she wanted to know what the future held for her sons.I opened my eyes and looked at her, wondering if she remembered that day too. "Annika, do you remember when my mother brought us here for our first reading?" I asked, my voice tinged with nostalgia.Annika smiled softly, her eyes flickering with recognition. "Of course, Zander. You and your brother were such bright-eyed and curious children. I remember being hesitant to read your futures, though.""Why were you hesitant?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.She hesitated for a moment before answering. "Well, when twins are born, it's often said that one will have a bright star and the other a dark star. And it's not always a good thing when both have dark stars."I frowned at the memory, feeling a sen