Selena's POV. I pack up the book of herbs and follow after Zander, but of course by the time I make it out of the library he is long gone with only his scent and a trace of those sparks of his hanging in the air as a reminder that he was ever here. My shoulders droop as I make my way back to my rooms. I remember Zander's instruction and him sharing the fact that he could smell himself on me. Embarrassment washes over me in waves and I pause midstep to groan to myself. Luckily at this hour of the day most of the maids are on the other side of the house waiting on Tristan, hand and foot. I knew we'd taken a risk last night, having sex in my room where literally anyone could barge in, me practically screaming out his name in a mansion full of wolves with actual advanced hearing. I let out another groan and climb the carpeted steps all the way up to the floor my room was located in. As usual my floor was empty void of maids and with Ana still in the med bay it meant I was all alone,

Selena's POV. I turn on the tap and watch the water slowly run into the small, white tub. A bath was the only idea Ana could muster up while she lay on the bed snorting in laughter at the horor on my face when I revealed that I knew about his scent being all over me, obviously my friend had found it amusing but understanding my plight she'd lent me the bath gels, soaps and scented body washer she'd saved up to buy. I'd felt bad taking them, after all I knew how those little baths after work helped her relax, but she'd insisted, understanding how risky it'd be for Tristan or anyone to smell Zander on me. So I'd taken them, rushed back to my room, stripped then changed into the fuzzy white robe Naz had left me and now I'm preparing a bath while at the same time beating myself up for not realising how potent his smell would be on me. Luckily I don't interact with that many people in the mansion and the majority of the floors I actually frequent are empty, devoid of maids and the high

Selena's POV.Since the day he's caught me masturbating to thoughts of him our days have faded into an easy routine, sex in the evenings, we'll wake up wrapped around each other, hell kiss me and mutter things into my ear, sometimes he'll coerce me into letting him shower with me, he'll disappear for meeting and the maids will bring me breakfast, he'll come back an hour or so after I eat and then we'll go visit his father together, well it's more or less like I'm the one visiting him, Zander just stands at the door arms crossed staring off into the distance sternly. I've asked several times why he never really spoke to his father when I'm there, even when from the expression on his father's face he genuinely wants to talk to him, Zander merely kisses me quiet and distracts with his awfully skilled tongue, and this becomes the norm when I ask him about anything concerning his missions or meetings. I should be more concerned about the fact I'm being left totally in the dark, meant to

Selena's POV. After our visit to Alpha Ezra our next stop is to the areas I've been dedicated to helping for the past few weeks. As usual my arrival there is met with a mixture of joy and awe from the villagers, the younger kids crowd around me, covered in dirt but smiling brightly at me and waving, the adults stay further away, happy to see me but weary of the looming figure that is Zander standing behind me. My first stop is the old woman I was healing up last week, she was crippled and on the verge of dying of starvation when I'd last seen but she was doing a lot better an the little meals I've been sneaking out of the kitchen was going a long way in making her feel better. "Hello ma'am," I saw in a low voice as I crouched in front of her, most of the children had run off to play with their toys and Zander was standing not too far away watching me interact with the woman. I always tried to explain he didn't need to follow me around to protect me in times like this but he brushes

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