LALEH’S POVI watch as the guard walks in with the elderly man, Theodore. Tristan immediately turns to face him with anger blazing in his eyes. I can see the veins bulging on his neck as he demands an explanation for what happened.“I want all the elders to be removed from the council, call for another council, and have it that Zander’s banishment isn’t lifted”Theodore stands tall, his face calm despite the fury emanating from Tristan. "I'm sorry, Alpha," he begins. "But as an elder, it is not my place to interfere in matters of pack leadership."Tristan scoffs, "Not your place? You're on the council, Theodore! You're supposed to be advising me, not sitting back and letting my brother and his pack walk all over us."Theodore stays composed, "I understand your frustration, Alpha. But we have to respect the traditions of our pack. The decision to pardon Zander was made by the council as a whole, not by me alone. I was the only one that in fact stood against it"Tristan grits his teeth,
SELENA’S POVThe loud siren blared from a corner of the mansion, indicating a successful raid that had just be accomplished.I hadn't heard that siren sound in all the months I've been staying here because the wariors rarely ever go out to protect their territories anymore.Zander has been back for three days now and everyday, he leads his men to scout the territories and make sure it remains protected.As usual, at the sound of the siren, I hopped out of bed and scampered to my window, making sure to duck as I spied on the sweating, shirtless men returning from a successful raid.… On one sweating, shirtless man in particular.Alexander freaking Morgenstein.It was becoming a habit, spying on him and sneaking glances at him when ever I could. Zander was quickly becoming my obsession. My tradition. My religion.As usual, he was grinning and talking with his blond haired, straight faced beta, who said something that made him guffaw loudly.I gazed at him longingly.His skin was the col
SELENA'S POVMy heart is racing in my chest, pounding against my ribcage like it's demanding to be set free. My hands are clammy with sweat and I can feel the water bottle slipping through my fingers. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but it only makes me feel more self-conscious. Why am I feeling like this? I've talked with guys before, so why is the thought of talking to Zander and giving him a freaking water bottle making me feel so hot and embarrassed? My mind is racing, trying to come up with an explanation for my sudden physical reaction.Ana is cheering me on, but I can barely hear her over the sound of my own heartbeat. I know I need to keep going, but every step feels like a monumental effort.I squeeze the water bottle tightly, using it as a physical anchor to keep myself grounded. I know I can't let my nerves get the best of me, but it's easier said than done. I take another deep breath and force myself to keep moving forward, one step at a time. Maybe if I
ZANDER'S POV:As I gaze at Selena, I am struck by her beauty and elegance. "Thanks again, Zander," she whispers her gratitude for my help, and I am drawn to the sensuality in her voice. My mind races, and I forget to respond immediately, lost in her presence."Five times is enough," I respond, finally, and she chuckles. I am captivated by her laughter, and I admire her grace despite the hardships she's faced."You gave me hope when I was hopeless," Selena continues, her eyes dropping to her fists clenched tightly on her knee. "You don't even know what you've done for me. You saved my life, Zander."I am taken aback by her words, wondering if she was going to hurt herself sooner or later. My heart starts racing at the thought, horror making me pant harder.I can't think about it. I can't think about the possibility of losing her.Still, I marvel at her strength. She's probably the strongest woman I know. I realize that my previous experiences with rescuing her may have influenced m
SELENA'S POVAna and I were chatting when we heard a loud knock on the door, breaking our light hearted moment.Ana's eyes widened as she looked at me, "are we gonna…"I shook my head quickly and placed my index finger on my lip, signalling her to be quiet.She snapped shut at my reaction, listening with baited breath as we both waited for whoever it was at the door to leave.We both knew that it couldn't be Roy because he'd just barge in if he needs to see either of us, so it had to be someone from Tristan. With Zander around, I was feeling more and more brave and didn't want to answer the call if I could get away with it."Selena?" A vaguely familiar voice called out. "I know you're in there. Open the door. I have a message from Zander."Ana and I both groaned, although it was a relieved sort of groan. It was Ana that went to open the door."How did you know?" She whined."Werewolf, remember?" The voice said calmly. "I can smell you."I recognized that voice! It sounded like Calum.
SELENA'S POVI opened my mouth… to do what? I don't know. Probably to lie to him… but something else stopped me in my tracks.With the wispy, barely there sentient creatures roaming around the entire room, you'd think that I'd be used to all this madness.No.Because right before my eyes, I was stunned when the shadows around Zander took the form of a large doberman, right in front of us.It looked almost real. It was staring at me with a cold precision that made me stop breathing. When I tilted my neck to the side, it copied my move, its void black eyes still intent on me."Did that… Did–" I stuttered incoherently and looked at Zander to decipher my gibberish and explain what just happened.But all I could see was amusement on Zander's face as he took in my petrified one."Did… did that shadow j- just turn into a dog?".Zander chuckled, coming to stand beside me. "His name is Aziel, he is totally harmless." I arched my eyes in disbelief. There is no way that I am believing a shape-
SELENA'S POVI'm quiet as he smears the salve all over my wound, gently and with precision, careful to avoid my eyes.I'm breathing him in, mesmerized by his earthy, spicy scent and even my wolf is whining in my chest, desperate to have him pull me into him and touch him and feel him.My cheeks heated up at the direction my head was going.I'm embarrassed by my thoughts and look elsewhere, trying to focus on something else other than how good he smells and how much I like the gentle way he's holding my face and applying the salve.My eyes fall on the scar, running from the side of his left eyebrow to his left cheekbone, the only thing that marrs his ruthless beauty.Before I can think better about it, I reach out and touch it, taking his face in my hands to hold him still.My heart starts racing when he leans into my hands and closes his eyes as I gently stroke his scar.This just got too sensual too quickly. It's obvious that I'm a sucker for this man. My insides turn to jelly and my
Selena's PovEvery day, there's always some bad news that comes our way, making it seem like our progress is in vain. As we huddle in my room, I feel the weight of our situation. Tristan has cut the budget for meal preparation in half, leaving us with smaller portions than ever. It's clear that we need to act fast to resolve this issue. We have barely enough food to feed ourselves, let alone the homeless people at the market. I suspect that this is Tristan's attempt to provoke Zander by giving him and his men crumbs for food."It's like everyday, that bastard thinks up new ways to be even worse," I murmur to myself, forgetting the audience in my room for a moment."My my, Selena. Did you just say a curse word?" Ana asks, grinning at me. Brown eyes light with humour.I grumbl gibberish under my breath and scoff at her."Must be all that time you're spending with the cursed prince. He's rubbing off on you, I'm telling you."Immediately, my cheeks flush hot and pink.I mean… maybe she