Laleh's POV. Everything was gone. I tipped my head back and shut my eyes tightly, trying to contain the insane amount of the rage roaring through me. Zander Morgenstein.Zander fucking Morgenstein. Another burst of rage passes through me, hotter and far more dangerous than anything I've ever felt, my anger twisted and roared within me, eager to be tossed out, eager to destroy as recklessly as my own place had been destroyed. But I couldn't… I couldn't meltdown here. I reopen my eyes and with pure pain on my expression I take in the sight of my burned down greenhouse. The outside was totally fine, the glass hidden by the trees, near and polished,but the inside. The plants I'd spent hours working on, planting and caring and meticulously pruning… they were gone. All gone. I shut my eyes again trying not to scream, and tug my hair out, trying even harder to suppress the burning urge to find Zander and wrap my hands around his neck, tighter and tigter until the life slowly drain from
Laleh's POV. After visiting the greenhouse that Zander destroyed in his fit, I took a walk, a long one, past the packs borders and into rogue territory. The sex didn't work long in tampering my mood, once the high of an intense orgasm faded off all that was left was that uncontrollable rage that flared a bit more when I took in my greenhouse again. Of course the sentinel had scurried off the moment we were done, though he was unaware of what I was the anger in my eyes and the dark shade my face usually defaults to when I'm upset would be anough to scare off any person. I'd watched the child run off, eyes hooded as I tried to tamper down the hot rage rising in my chest and the urge to wrap my hand around Zander Morgenstein's neck and squeeze, squeeze hard enough that even with the immortality his curse granted him the lack of oxygen would kill him.Or I could set him on fire the way he did the plants in my greenhouse. I continue my walk, each step tense and exuading the darkness of
Selena's POV. From how warm the other side of the bed was I knew Zander had come back to me room last night, but by the time I'd woken up this morning he was gone again leaving nothing but his scent and the warmth on his side of the bed behind as an indication of his presence here and even though somewhere in my mind I'm aware that he did return I'm still left with a huge hole in my chest. I've become so used to waking up with his arm wrapped around me, tucking me into him and making me feel safe again. Waking up to an empty bed wasn't something I was used to anymore and his presence was something I was beginning to realise I couldn't live without. I sigh tiredly and sit up, stretching and yawning. I glance down to the foot of the bed where Ana and Naz had fallen asleep yesterday, obviously they're gone now and I have a faint memory of Naz dragging Ana out of the room, the both of them saying a drowsy goodbye while I nod and him before slipping back into sleep. Last night was fun,
Zander's POV. Selena was trembling in my arms and I could smell Tristan on her. I felt my heart drop and for the first time in my life I felt genuine fear and rage, fear at what Tristan might have said or done to her and rage at his guts. He touched her.He fucking touched her. And now she was trembling in my arms, shaking, sobbing and from how unresponsive she was to Naz's prodding she was out of it, probably lost in the memories of the horrible things Tristan has done to her over the past two months, the disgrace, the burns, the hitting her … I could see it all over her face as she replayed those memories over and over again, sobbing and shaking as I clutched even closer to me. Both to comfort her and to keep myself rooted, otherwise I'd go after Tristan and I would fuck up the plan of spent months crafting, I would kill him, I'd make sure I give the bloodiest death I could ever give a person. And if I could I'd bring him back and kill him all over again. I look down at the weepy
Tristan's POV. Maybe I was as twisted as my brother, because for a moment in the hallway I'd enjoyed the smell of her fear, I'd enjoyed the way she'd cowered away from me, I'd enjoyed everything about being my own mate's worst nightmare. To Be honest, I hadn't gone looking for her, I just needed to slip out of my room for a minute and then I'd scented her coming towards me. Flowery and soft, my wolf couldn't resist her scent and a part of me had hated to find out that I couldn't either. Even though I found her face absolutely repugnant, I still wanted to see her. The mate bond in me was screaming at me to mate with her, begging me to grab her that moment and fuck her brains out, make her mine. But I couldn and I wouldn't. She'd rejected me, she'd disgraced me, only a fool would go back to their object of disgrace. So I'd decided to mess with her a little bit, remind her that I was someone to fear, even though deep down I had no intention of hurting her, hell I still don't remember
Selena's POV. Once again I woke up to an empty bed. But not an empty room, because I felt the tingles in my stomach and I'd opened my eyes to see Zander standing on the other end of the room, staring out the window with an expressionless face.I blink tiredly at him, suddenly filled with an urge to reach for him and have him hold me. At this same time I was too scared to move, too embarrassed to call him to me when earlier today I'd shooed him away lost somewhere in memories of Tristan ripping my clothes away before the greedy eyes of his pack's males, disgracing me completely. So instead of reaching out to him I stay as still as possible and watching as he watches the view outside my window. There really was nothing to see, the sun had gone down a couple hours ago judging by how dark the night sky was, meaning most of the pack was cast into darkness, the border was lit up by the watchlights stationed around there and on this side of the world we weren't exactly blessed with a glit
Selena's POV. The next day I wake up I'm his arms again. An immediate feeling of relief and satisfaction settles within me as I rest my face a little deeper into his chest. From the slow rise and fall of his chest I can tell he's still asleep, which is odd considering he usually wakes up before me and watches me sleep. Maybe yesterday took a lot out of him as well. I slip out of his hold and sit up stretching and yawning as I do so. I'm naked from the waist up, my bottom half only covered by my heavy duvet I glance down at myself running a finger down my smooth light skin, I didn't notice that since I started using Ana's bath soaps I've started to look a lot healthier and a lot lighter making the hickeys that come from his mouth on my a lot more stark against my skin on. I blush at the sight.A usual morning occurrence then slip out of bed, careful not to wake Zander up. I take quiet steps to the bathroom and enter the warm, white tiled room. My bath soaps are almost gone and I do
Selena's POV. I wasn't very good at reading social cues or meanings behind people's actions, but I'd thought for once I'd been able to properly read the meanings behind Zanders' comforting words and sweet whispers, that is until he made that statement in Alpha Ezra's room. 'I have no intention of being your friend.'Of course I'd long since realised that what we had seemed to surpass friendship, at least to me it wasn't just casual sex, and even if it was, he at least treated me like a friend, comforting me when I had a teary, trauma episode, making me smile, being protective, trying his best to take care of me and promising to shield me from Tristan. I took these as things one would normally do for someone they considered a friend. I must have read it wrong. I must have been so lost in grief that I just established a meaningful connection with the first person that came my way, even though he was well known for his heartlessness and soullessness I'd misread his horny, sly attempt