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
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