your first glimpse of zander!🥰 what do y'all think?!
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
TRISTAN’S POVI stared into eyes that were mirror images of my own hate and rage and tried to control the fear bubbling in my throat."Z- Zan–" my voice came out croaked, fucking terrified.A slow, wicked grin stretched Zander's blood red lips. Cruel hate and malice darkened his jade green eyes. The scar I had given him when we were still kids glowed silver in the dark.There he was, sitting aloof, right across from me, barely restrained rage in his eyes and twirling the poisoned dagger I had given that incompetent fool; Timothy, to murder my brother."I got your message, brother." Zander drawled, a lazy grin on his lips. "Truly, I didn't think you would stoop so low as to try to slay your own brother in his sleep… but yet again, you've always been full of disappointment," he inclined his head, a mocking gaze in his eyes, "haven't you?"My hands fisted in rage even as my heart pounded with fear.Disappointment. Disappointment. Disappointment."You disappointed me, son," my father had
LALEH’s POVI woke up to Tristan tossing and turning next to me. I could sense his anger and frustration, and I knew exactly what was bothering him. I tried to feign concern and when I asked him what was wrong, he just snapped at me, telling me to mind my own business.The idiot didn't need to tell me. I knew what was going on.Neither him nor his nincompoop warriors had been able to find Zander. They had been searching for three days now and not a single one of them had come up with a reasonable lead.For all we knew, Zander might be on the other side of the country, running amuck with his merry band of wildlings.Alive. Zander was alive. I couldn't believe it. I had failed, or more like that incompetent simpleton, Timothy had failed. Thank the goddess Tristan had killed him without giving him his reward. Good riddance.I had been quick to cross his name off the least without waiting to verify the news that Zander was dead.I'm losing steam, losing time and as if that isn't enough,
Selena’s POV "I can't believe what you're doing, Miss Selena," Ana beamed at me as we packaged the leftover food in cheap plastic plates. "The people will be very happy."I couldn't help the bubble of warmth and satisfaction that exploded in my stomach. We had managed asked the Chef yesterday if the kitchen had any leftovers so that we could feed the hungry in the pack, and Alfonso, (Alfie like I like to call him) had been happy to help.As a father of four struggling werewolves and the grandfather to sixteen pups, he knew how hard life was for those that weren't part of the elite or working in the alpha's mansion. It's all thanks to him that we could pull this off. He had left quite a bit of leftover and I knew that it would go a long way in feeding the hungry that usually gathered around the market.I puffed out a breath, finally done with packing this batch of food and looked around the state of the art kitchen, appreciating it for the first time."On a serious note, I can't bel
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