Laleh's POV. I could only laugh. Watching Selena in a state of clear turmoil might be one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life. Prompting Tristan to tell her about what really happened to her family was the right choice after all.I can't say I was surprised to find out Zander was behind it, though we'd chosen to rule their death as suicide it was obviously not. Their bodies were ripped about brutally and purposely and savagely enough that even I was disgusted. Digging into their deaths though was more for curiously reasons than anything else, a creature that could easily murder a whole pack of healers like needed to be assessed, I needed to know if I had a friend or a foe on my hands and guess what, the fee sources that I'd had all painted back to Zander, a little while before he made his return known he'd slaughtered every last person in that pack.Of course the information was secret and extremely hard to gather, but there was nothing a couple of charms and a good han
Selena's POV. Not even Ana's arms around me can comfort me at this point. I'm beyond distraught. The only thing going through my mind is an image of Zander standing over my mother, covered in blood smiling that same unhinged smile that was on his face when he came to rescue me that day in the woods. He was a monster, a violent bastard. He'd not only killed everyone I'd cared about he had the guts to fuck me afterwards and touch me with the very same hands he'd used to tear into my pack mates. These are the types of thoughts that are constantly making rounds about my brain. The majority of them were curses thrown in Zander's direction, others were shards of glass piercing into me as punishment for sleeping with the man that had killed my family. I was stupid, very stupid I'd let lust and infatuation drive me into the arms of a monster. Why? All because he'd shown me a little bit of kindness while I suffered in this pack. A nagging part of my brain feeds me with the thought that may
Selena's POV. I was never a particularly cruel person. My mother raised me to be many things, strong, uncompromising when need be, tactical when making decisions, kind and many many other things that she crafted to make me the next great leader. But cruelty, I was unused to turning eyes away from people if they needed help, I was uneasy when it came to making decisions about execution or anything that had to do with murder and now even with everything I knew about him, I was still hesitating to make the decision that would get me the revenge that my family and I rightfully deserved. I had no trust for Tristan. Just because he suddenly woke up and told me about Zander's secrets doesn't mean we were suddenly friends. I wasn't stupid, telling me was more for his benefit, even though I wasn't sure how it was possible for me to kill a whole ass cursed Prince, getting Zander out of his way would benefit him a lot more than it would me. Two sides of me were conflicting here, one part of m
Zander's POV. If not for the fact that her scent was everywhere. It wouldn't be the first time I'd dreamt of her, gliding into my office like that, saying that she has decided to forgive me, then she kisses me and I touch her and she moans and then I wake up. Sometimes I just dream of her walking into my office to talk to me, to laugh with me again, to slip her hand into mine and smile at me that bright way only she knows how to, I felt happy once again at peace and then I'd wake up… back to my miserable reality where she couldn't even look me in the eye. I hate it, I hate it. I hate not having her around, I hate having her so mad at me, I hate knowing I'm the reason she cried so pitifully that day. I miss her so fucking much.But in the midst of all the chaos happening in my mind, in the midst of all that turmoil and pain I was still planning, searching for ways to finally bring my brother down once and for all. While I knew Selena's current grudge with me was all on me I knew tha
Zander's POV. I'd planned several times how I'd kill my brother. It's a sick thing to think about one's own twin, but I'd hated Tristan from the very moment we'd come out of my mother's womb together. I'd planned a slow death for him, I wanted him to watch as I took over the pack, I wanted him to see me take down every single thing he'd put in place, I wanted him to watch me make him obsolete once more. But I'd brushed all that away the moment Selena's body fell limply against mine. I could feel the few borders I'd kept up collapse in one instant and before Tristan had the chance to move I was on him, my hand was at his neck and my teeth were buried onto the other side. He screams under me, scratching at me, hitting in the eye nose and trying to break my teeth, but that barely worked on a regular wolf talkless of me, so undaunted by his little attacks I buy down and before he can react even further I rip a huge chunk of flesh out of his neck. His screams increase as I tear into his
Chapter 1: Blessings and cursesSelena's pov"Selena! Come downstairs, honey!" I heard my mother calling me from downstairs and I rolled my eyes and left Laticia, my pet cat, to go answer my mother.My eighteenth birthday was yesterday and suitors have been trouping in from all around our pack to see the rumoured prettiest girl the white moon pack had to offer. Sadly, that's me; Selena Castellan and unfortunately, my beauty is more of a curse than a blessing. My mother is Elena Castellan, revered matriarch of the White moon pack, a peaceful and majestic race of werewolves descended directly from the moon goddess and blessed with her life force. Our glowing fair skin, extraordinary beauty and healing abilities have made us popular over the decades and while we were blessed to have the goddess's blood flowing in our veins, we had one fatal flaw... We couldn't shift into wolf form. A small price to pay for our beauty and insane healing powers.Because of this weakness, we have been pl
Chapter 2: The exiled princeTristan's pov: "You're in a happy mood," Laleh murmured against my lips. "I want to know why."I smiled to myself and rolled out of bed, knotted my robes and walked to the mini bar in my room to pour myself a drink.Truly, I was in a splendid mood.I would be acquiring a maiden, a virgin at that, from the most prestigious pack on earth, blessed with the most beautiful shewolves any werewolf could ask for. The lovely princess of the white moon pack was my mate. What's not to be happy about?I grinned at Laleh, holding the glass to my lips and sipping some cognac. "It's a surprise."Her beautiful face twisted into a pout and she rolled out of bed, naked as the day she was born, and confidently sashayed up to me, without an ounce of shyness or insecurity.That was what I loved about Laleh. She was confident, beautiful, smart, nasty in bed and powerful. Left to me, she would be my luna, but that was unacceptable because for all that she was, Laleh was still
Chapter 3: The rejected mateSelena's pov(Few minutes earlier)I couldn't believe that I was finally here, in the grand home of the alpha. The mansion was bigger and grander than any building I've ever seen in my life and my heart pounded heavily as the reality of what I was about to do dawned on me.I was going to reject the alpha to his face and break our mating bond. Only then will I be completely free from the mad man. Tahila, my wolf, whined in protest, thrashing inside of me at the thought of losing her mate but I clamped down her thoughts blaring into my head. I was doing this for the both of us and she'll thank me later by the time all of this is over.I swallowed and timidly walked into the building, my heart climbing into my throat with each step.One of the sentinels walked beside me, remorse and understanding etched on his face. "Nervous?" He asked.I smiled and nodded. "I'm Roy," he introduced, guiding me through the house to where I was supposed to meet the alpha."I'