*Selena*Oh no! How could I be so careless? But... but he was the one who instigated my reaction. My eyes darted back and forth between Zander's once pristine white shirt and his tailored, expensive grey suit, worth a fortune, now colored in juice, and the shattered glass jug on the floor. Panic surged through me as I worried about what others might think, assuming I did it intentionally."Oh, my Goddess! I'm sorry, I am so sorry, Alpha," I mumbled, clasping a hand over my mouth, my heart racing with embarrassment. I reached out, instinctively grabbing Zander's hand, and pulled him towards the sink, eager to salvage the situation."I swear I didn't spoil your clothes intentionally," I uttered in a rush, trying to explain myself. With a sense of urgency, I grabbed a glass, filling it with water, and splashed it onto his shirt, frantically trying to wash away the colorful, tangy stain from his expensive white fabric.He flinched, muttering a curse under his breath, and I felt even worse

*Selena*The whole surroundings trembled with that loud growl, as if an earthquake had come just at that moment. I instinctively clutched the edge of the table, desperately trying to steady myself and prevent myself from falling off the chair."Prince Damon!" Zander's voice was deep and intimidating, cutting through the air like a razor-sharp blade. His warning was laced with deadly intent, and in the blink of an eye, I was pulled away from the chair and found myself standing behind Zander. "Don't forget you're a guest in our pack!" His words were cold and firm, carrying a threatening undertone."Alpha Zander! I do remember everything," Damon snarled, his nose flaring with anger. He was suddenly standing beside me as if he had teleported there."But you can't spoil my date," Damon bit out, glaring at the Alpha king."I have every right to interfere if you cross your limits," Zander spat out, staring dangerously at Damon."I can kiss her on our date. She is an adult and willing," Damon

*Selena*"Where have you been, baby?" he whispered, his eyes reflecting the pain. "I missed you so much." He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. My heart skipped a beat.His words seemed to wrap around me like a spell, making me feel weak in the knees. Part of me wanted to surrender to him, to believe every word he spoke. But I knew I couldn't. Not after everything that had happened. The memories of our past, our love, and the hurt came rushing back, conflicting emotions tearing at my heart. As if I snapped out of the trance, I panicked."I have to go," I mumbled, trying to break free from his grasp.I pushed him with all my strength, but he held on firmly, refusing to let go. Our eyes locked, and I saw a flicker of frustration in his gaze."Let me go," I demanded more firmly, trying to regain my composure.Zander sighed heavily, the struggle evident in his expression, before he rolled aside and got off me, finally releasing me from his tight grasp."So you're run

*Maddox*The moment I laid eyes on Blair training with Lewis, I knew I was in deep trouble. It had already been incredibly challenging for me to resist the mate bond, especially considering I had a chosen mate and had been leading a happy life for all those years. But Blair's return brought back the agonizing pain of staying away from my destined mate.Why couldn't she make things simpler? Why couldn't she either reject me or accept my rejection? She's only making this situation harder for both of us. She deserved to find a mate who truly deserved her, someone who was of her own age.Eleven years ago, when I discovered that she was my mate, she was only eight years old. I was faced with two options: either wait until she turned sixteen and claim her, but I doubted she could handle my dark desires at such a young age, or inform her about our mate bond and overshadow her childhood, only to claim her when she reached the legal age for werewolves, which was sixteen.However, I chose a th

*Selena*I stood there frozen, my heart racing as Avery's words sliced through the fragile cocoon of grief that had enveloped me since Lola's tragic death. The wounds of her loss were still raw, the pain a relentless ache that gripped my chest."No!" The word tore out of me as my voice quivered with a mixture of shock and defiance."Yes! Yes, you are the murderer," Avery spat the words out with a fiery vehemence. My trembling lips parted, ready to defend myself against the accusations that had blindsided me. "She didn't kill Lola," the deep resonance of Zander's voice rolled out like thunder amidst a storm. He stepped forward, standing beside me.I turned my tear-filled eyes toward him, a mixture of astonishment and shock dancing in their depths. Why would he stand by me? "How... how can you say that, Zander?" Avery's incredulous voice laced with disbelief shattered the momentary respite as her words trembled, a quiver of uncertainty revealing the cracks in her conviction."I know