SELENA's POV When someone's mental health begins to decline when faced with constant abuse, sympathy is out of question, empathy doesn't seem realistic because do you truly understand the agony they are going through?I could see myself falling down the drain of depression and there was no saving me. I have been having so many thoughts in my mind and many of them revolved around breaking my mirror and using the glass piece to slit my wrist.I hate that Ana was always around me, I won't be able to do that now. I haven't always been suicidal, and I have not always been this way; scared faced and looking like a true wench but at this point, I didn't only feel worthless but I felt clueless of what to make out of my life."My Luna, would you like to take a bath?" Ana asked."Stop calling me your Luna, I am not your fucking Luna," I yelled at her. I was furious. That title grates on my spine. I get agitated easily, I hate my life, I hate living in this place, I hate being called a Luna.
SELENA’S POV I stood there, feeling completely overwhelmed by what I was seeing. It was hard to believe that just a few minutes ago, I was surrounded by the grandeur of the Alpha's mansion, and now I was looking at a completely different world. "Is this place not part of the poison fang?" I asked, grasping at Ana as an eerie confusion took over me. "Sadly, yes," she replied calmly, but she looked with almost the same amazement as I did."I haven't been here in a while, it is almost like things got ten times worse," she added."Doesn't the Alpha know anything about this place, how did it become like this? He obviously doesn't know what's going on."I hadn't visited the pack in so long, but the last time I had been here to help my mother out at the grand hospital, it hadn't been like this."Not really. The alpha is just indifferent about it. The people pay more tax to the alpha's family and most of the money goes into funding the spoiled alpha's lavish lifestyle. All the money that
Selena's POV I almost felt my wolf scurrying away from my body, I looked around and realized Ana wasn't standing beside me again. Then I remembered stupidly that she had left to get back her purse.she faintly told me she had forgotten something in one of the stalls and wanted to rush back and get it before the stall closes, again she refused me tagging along with her, claiming she didn't want to stress me. I looked at the man who had just tapped my shoulders, his hands were rough and felt unkempt, his eyes looked weary and like some sorry empty void with nowhere to go. His clothes were basically rags with a lot of holes in them. I felt my heart hanging in silence as all I could do or say felt sympathetic."I am sorry ma'am," he muttered, his voice sounding a bit husky and he had this unfriendly demeanor to his face, but I could only imagine.He must have been through a lot to be in this current situation and there was nothing friendly about it."It's not a problem," I replied with
SELENA'S POV:I shrieked and moved away from him, quickly giving myself a reasonable distance between Tristan and I.He looked at me quizzically and I looked away, having a full blown panic attack.I had just been holding him, I had just been holding him, I had let him touch my face with no objection and I hated the fact that I was vulnerable leaving me at his mercy. We were standing in the center of the somewhat not-so-busy marketplace. I was still a distance away from Ana but I could see her. Considering the marketplace was built on a hill so the landscape and road was sloppy. Somebody bumped into me and I fell into his arms. He held me carefully and I felt his chest rumble with a ferocious growl at the man that had bumped into me, who quickly apologized and scurried on his way.It took me a few seconds to realize that I was in Tristan's arm and I let out a terrified squeak and jumped out of his arms.I must probably be having PTSD from all the violence I was subjected to at the h
ZANDER'S POVAs much as I try to keep a low profile, people really get on my nerves with stupid shit they do… like planning to kidnap my mate and use her as a sex slave and pack healer, for example. My 'curse' was more of a blessing than a curse. But nobody would like to admit that behind my back.Shadow Cove pack, a pack of rogues that I didn't see fit to even wipe the dust off my boots, a good for nothing pack that should have remained humble and insignificant, dared to desire my mate and for that, they will pay with their blood and pound of flesh.It's time I teach them a lesson for desiring what's mine.I planned for now to keep a low profile and just actively stalk her till I was ready to face her again, to face my brother again, to go on a rampage and devour some souls. But people are just so annoying, sometimes, most times fucking predictable.When I saw him approaching her, I could tell immediately that he was of no good, and then I spotted the red glow in his eyes.I don't
ZANDER'S POVI took a deep breath and let the weight of the fight fall away. Adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, but I felt at peace for the first time in weeks. The way I usually do after mass bloodshed.I don't know how long I stayed there, motionless on the ground, revelling in the massacre I just committed. Calum's voice suddenly interrupted my revelry. "What did this pack do to get on your Zander?" he asked.I popped one eye open and saw Calum looking at me in disappointment.I shut my eyes again and shrugged, not wanting to get into the details. "I just felt like destroying them," I said, a hint of satisfaction in my voice. "And we could use the new territory."Calum's disappointment was palpable. His blonde hair fell into his eyes as he looked at me with a mix of frustration and concern. "Zander, you know you can't just go around attacking other packs," he says. "It's not right."I knew he was right, but I couldn't help the rush of excitement I felt when I think a
ZANDER'S POV The memories come flooding back to me, each one more distorted than the last.The goddess must hate me to have cursed me so. I didn't choose to be the strongest werewolf of my time, I didn't ask to be born a monster, yet that was exactly what I was. What I took pleasure in doing.Zander Morgenstein, destroyer of packs, chaos bringer, savage beast, ruthless monster. Memories of a time when my world was turned upside down plagued me as I crumpled to the ground. When the beast within me took control and everything I loved was ripped away.The death of my mother had been a rude awakening. I remember holding my mother's face in my hands, feeling the warmth of her skin as she took her last breath. I remember the sound of her voice, so gentle and kind, telling me not to cry as I held her close. That was the first time I realized that I had gone too far. That I needed help. I needed to gain control of myself or risk losing myself in the process. When the beast takes over, gone
POV: LALEH'S POVI'm running out of time. I'm running out of FUCKING time.There is so much running through my mind, I am not sure I want to let my thoughts out now, I need to act fast and set my plan in motion.A lot was going on at once and I might be losing grip of the control I had completely on Tristan. He had his mate brought into the Pack without letting me know. That had caused me more worry than I will ever reveal to the spoiled prince. He consulted me before making any and EVERY decision. Do why was it different this time? I must be losing my grip on him.Right now, he is pissed off that she rejected him. I know he is, that is the only reason he is being mean and wicked to her, if she had fallen into his arms willingly like the rest of us, I am sure he would have casted me away to be his side piece.And I can't have that.No. My hold on the alpha must remain strong until I have destroyed what's Left of this impoverished pack. Tristan was a brainless dog. Just give him a li