Ch. 511..520

Chapter 511

*Selena*

I stood my ground, determined not to let him sneak past my facade.

"I told you the truth, Alpha. Please let me go," I insisted, my voice laced with indifference as I stared back at him, challenging his authority.

But instead of letting me go, he grabbed my hand, pulling me closer, taking me in his arms.

My breath hitched, the proximity between us was overwhelming.

"Why do you want me to go hard on you? Tell me what's going on in that tiny head of yours," he groaned, his arrogance dripping from his voice.

"Nothing is going on. I am here to do my job. That's all," I gritted out, meeting his gaze with defiance. "Let me go," I whispered angrily, the frustration building within me.

He smirked at my failed attempt to break free from his hold.

"Leave me, or I will shout and tell everyone that this perverted Alpha is taking advantage of me," I threatened, glaring at him. But to my despair, his gaze made my resolution weak. Amused expression crept across his face. "Go ahead," he taunted, his voice filled with confidence.

Then I remembered that the room was on the second level. No one would hear me through the thick walls of his room. However why would his pack members believe me?!

Frustration mingled with curiosity as I searched his eyes.

"What do you want?" I frowned, trying to understand his motives.

"You!" he replied promptly, surprising both of us.

I narrowed my eyes, watching his lips part as if he was taken aback by his own words. Huh?!

He shook his head slightly, regaining his composure.

"Was it Lyon again?" I asked, still entangled in his arms, wondering if Lyon was influencing his behavior like last time.

"Umm... Yeah!" he sounded hesitant, and that was strange.

"I want an honest answer," Zander's voice turned cold once again, his cockiness returning.

"I gave you an honest one," I snapped, bitterness lacing my words.

"Then I need to check your body. What if you have stolen something from my room?" he threatened dangerously, his eyes narrowing.

"What?" I exclaimed, taken aback by his sudden demand.

"Wait!" I shouted as his hands began to roam over my body, inching my clothes up.

The contact of his fingers against my skin ignited sparks, causing goosebumps to erupt wherever he touched me. But he didn't stop, his touch becoming more insistent, slowly dragging my T-shirt up.

I couldn't let him find out about the

His

key. I had to think fast. Planting my hands firmly on his chest, I pushed against him with all my strength, desperately trying to create some distance between us. His eyes darkened as he glanced at me heartbeat pounding against my palms. He was all hard and every groove and ridge of his chiseled torso was so meticulously carved, my fingers etched to move further and feel what lay beneath his shirt.

"You... You can't do this to me. You can't undress me in your room," I protested, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear.

"As if I'm doing it for the first time," he smirked with a cunning glint in his eyes.

I needed time. Time until Blair could manage to open the door. I trusted her with my life, and I knew she wouldn't leave me alone with this dangerous beast.

I could trust her, right?!

But, until then, I had to hold on and stop him from finding the secret. I needed to, and I knew how to distract him. I masked my expression with a seductive look on my face.

"So, you still remember everything," I

teased in a sensual tone, my eyes peering deep into his. "Tell me, what do you miss most? Me on top of you, orus having sex in the lake

risking someone catching ONG

en

I took pleasure in seeing his eyes darkened a shade, furrow deepened between his brows and his jaws clenched.

"Selena!" he growled, his voice holding warning and desire intertwined.

"Yes, Alpha!" I moaned, biting my lip provocatively.

"Don't play with me," Zander growled, his breathing ragged. His chest heaved, eyes hooded as if he was fighting for control.

"I won't dare, Alpha," I breathed out, my own voice filled with a mix of desire and urgency.

But it wasn't all acting. The way his body pressed against mine, the way his touch sent tingles through me his overpowering smell, his eyes watching me with hunger-I couldn't deny the physical response. My body acted on its own.

"Tell me!" he demanded in a voice so low and deep, laced with desire.

But before he could continue, he seemed to be engaged in a conversation through the mind link. A wave of relief washed over me as his grip on me loosened, and he turned to leave the room.

"It's an emergency," he mumbled as if informing me. Suddenly he halted in his steps, turning to glance at me with his cold blue eyes.

"But we're not done yet," he announced in his Alpha voice, his eyes locked on mine.

Who cares? I rolled my eyes, watching the arrogant Alpha King exiting the room.

I quickly left the room and found Blair waiting for me outside. She pulled me into her room, closing the door behind us.

"How did you do this?" I asked in amazement, grateful for her intervention.

"Well, I told Maddox to call the Alpha for an urgent matter," she replied, casually observing her nails. "And he knows better than to refuse. Otherwise, I have his secret," she giggled mischievously. "Goddess, Blair, you're such a badass," I laughed, grateful for her quick thinking.

"But it worked for you," she winked, grinning. Yes, she had saved me once again.

Now, with the key in my possession, I had to take its imprint and return it to Zander's room. I had everything I needed to create a duplicate key, and tonight I would complete the job.

Chapter 512

*Zander*

I had to let go of Selena because I received a mind link from Maddox.

"Alpha, Vampire Prince Damon is waiting for you in your office."

Lyon growled in frustration. He wanted to know what hidden motives our ex-mate had, but due to the urgency of the matter, I had to leave. However, before departing, I made sure to remind her that our business wasn't finished.

Vampires and werewolves were always eternal enemies locked in a blood feud spanning centuries. What could possibly bring the Vampire Prince to my doorstep? I knew better than to trust those bloodsucking creatures of the night, yet I couldn't help but be intrigued by his intentions behind this peace pact proposal.

With determination, I swiftly departed from the pack house. Striding purposefully through the hallways and opening the door to my office, I took in the sight before me. Vampire Prince Damon stood in the center, emanating an aura of icy elegance. His blond hair cascaded down his shoulders, framing a face masking all the feelings and emotions of this alluring Vampire Prince. However, behind those sapphire eyes, there was something deceptive lurking, sending strange vibes my way.

"Alpha King, Zander," Damon greeted with a suave voice that dripped with calculated charm. "You've kept me waiting for too long. I've come seeking an alliance, a peace pact between our species, and I want it done as soon as possible."

My eyes narrowed as skepticism laced my voice. "Peace, Damon? Between vampires and werewolves? It's hard to believe you've suddenly developed a fondness for unity."

Damon flashed a cryptic smile, his fangs barely concealed. "Appearances can be deceiving, Alpha King. Let's just say my motives are more...complicated than they seem."

The tension in the room was palpable as we both sized each other up. Our dialogues became a dance of veiled threats and sarcastic remarks, each word uttered like a venomous barb.

"You think I'll blindly trust you, Damon? After all the bloodshed your kind has caused?" My voice held a steely edge, Lyon's instincts on high alert.

Damon leaned against the desk, his expression unreadable. "Trust is a fragile thing, Zander. But perhaps we can find common ground a way to coexist without resorting to violence."

My lip curled into a sarcastic smirk. "Coexistence, Damon? I've heard that before. It always ends in betrayal. You'll excuse me if I'm not eager to repeat history."

The air grew heavy with tension as our locked eyes engaged in a silent battle of dominance and suspicion. My gaze pierced through Damon, searching for any signs of deception. I knew that vampires were masters of disguise, their true intentions often shrouded in darkness.

"So, Damon," I began, my voice laced with skepticism, "You have come to my territory seeking peace between our species. Is this a genuine plea or merely a ploy to gain an advantage?"

Damon chuckled softly, his lips curling into a sly smile. "Oh, Zander, you wound me with your mistrust. Can't a vampire have a change of heart?" His tone dripped with false sincerity, a hint of mockery underlying his words.

My eyes narrowed, his voice tinged with bitterness. "Forgive me if I find it hard to believe that centuries of animosity can suddenly vanish. What hidden agenda do you carry beneath your charming facade, Damon?"

Damon's gaze flickered with something in them, but just as quickly, he masked it with a facade of innocence.

"Agenda? Surely you don't think me so devious, Zander. I've seen the devastating toll this eternal conflict takes on both our kind. I seek an end to the bloodshed."

I scoffed, my skepticism unyielding. "You expect me to believe that you've grown weary of immortality and endless power? That you suddenly yearn for peace?"

Damon's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, his eyes gleaming with hidden malice. "Power, Zander, is a double-edged sword. Even the immortal can grow weary of the endless cycle of violence. Perhaps I seek a different kind of power-one that comes from unity rather than domination."

I couldn't buy that so easily. I observed him closely. "Unity, Damon? You forget our nature, our instincts. We are born to be enemies, destined to clash until the end of time. Don't expect me to trust your words blindly."

Damon's gaze hardened, his tone dripping with venom. "Trust is a luxury we cannot afford, Zander. But we can forge an alliance, a fragile agreement that keeps the peace, at least for now. After all, our true enemies may lie beyond our own kind."

I frowned, my voice resonating with a warning growl. "Make no mistake, Damon. Should you betray this pact, there will be no mercy. The wrath of my pack will be swift and merciless."

Damon's lips curled into a wicked smile, his voice laced with dark amusement. "Ah, Zander, the thrill of the hunt. It seems we are more alike than we care to admit. But remember, should you falter, I, too, have my ways of bringing devastation upon your kind."

My voice resonated with reluctant acceptance as I extended an invitation to Damon, my gaze unwavering. "Very well, Damon. You are welcome in my pack and may enjoy our hospitality for the time being. But know this, I will be watching your every move, for I do not trust you or your kind."

Damon's eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction, his predatory nature evident. "Your caution is wise, Alpha King Zander. I, too, will be vigilant in ensuring the terms of our agreement are upheld."

I nodded, my expression a mask of determination. "Once the leaders of both kingdoms are ready, we shall convene and discuss the terms of the peace pact. But know this, Damon, I will not tolerate any treachery or deceit. Should you or your vampires step out of line, the consequences will be dire."

Damon's smile widened, revealing the gleam of his elongated fangs as he spoke with a hint of menace. "Rest assured, Alpha King. The consequences of betrayal work both ways. My vampires, like your wolves, understand the price they will pay for breaking this fragile truce." Though, as a king, I had to be diplomatic several times, I couldn't ignore my wolf instinct that something was not right. It gnawed at me, an unshakeable feeling that demanded answers. I needed to know it first.

******

*Selena*

"That was thrilling," Blair laughed.

"Yeah!" I giggled but my heart was still jumping in my chest since Zander was so near. The Alpha aura was indeed enchanting as I still felt helpless when he was near and it was as if my body betrayed me at his command. "You managed to get the ring right?!" her curious eyes searched mine.

"Yes!" I lied smiling, my gaze unwavering. I didn't think anyone else could lie so flawlessly.

Her phone pinged and she checked.

"Selena, I just received a message about a new collection from my favorite designer. Let's go check it out," Blair suggested eagerly.

"No, Blair. I can't go anywhere right now. I am supposed to work, and Avery would be very upset if she found out I was missing," I replied, my voice tinged with helplessness and apology.

I was absent from work for a while, now I had to return. Otherwise, Eden would come to know. The main job was done and now I had the key.

"Come on, Selena. I'll talk to her, and I'm sure she won't refuse me. After all, I am Alpha King, Zander's sister," Blair insisted, reaching for her phone to send a text to Avery.

Swiftly, she received a reply and frowning she typed another message, her actions displaying confidence. I watched her impatiently, hoping for a positive outcome.

"She agreed," Blair chimed in triumph as she read the response on her phone.

Avery agreed?! This was unexpected. I didn't have much time to dwell on my surprise because Blair was already pulling me toward the door.

"Alright, Blair, but we have to return soon," I insisted.

"Deal," Blair smirked, her confidence unshaken.

Soon, we found ourselves inside the designer store, perusing through racks of exquisite dresses. Blair was engrossed in selecting outfits for herself, her fingers delicately running over the fabrics.

After our dress-shopping adventure,

Blair insisted on strolling through the bustling market street. We walked side by side, engaged in a lively

conversation about the various net

sights and sounds surrounding us. The sun cast a warm glow on the colorful stalls, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air.

As we continued our leisurely walk, I caught a glimpse of a devilishly handsome face that instantly transported.me back to yesterday's event when I had met him for the first time. My heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned on me it was the vampire prince, Damon. What could he possibly be doing here when he should be focused on the crucial peace pact negotiations?

My eyes took a double take, disbelief washing over me as I watched him

navigate through the crowd. Damon moved with an effortless grace,

magnetic presence drawing the

attention of those around him. He seemed entirely at ease, a contrast to the weighty responsibilities that should be occupying his mind.

Damon's piercing eyes gleamed with an unmistakable glint of recognition as they locked onto mine. A sly smile curved his lips, revealing a hint of amusement that sent a shiver down my spine. "Arabella, what a delightful coincidence!" he exclaimed, his voice carrying a touch of intrigue.

 

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After my disastrous meeting with Zander, I decided to inspect his pack, hoping to find something to grab my attention after a bad day. Zander was known for his stubbornness and arrogance. I didn't think he would easily agree to the peace pact on our conditions. But that was

why I was here: to convince him.

As I walked through the bustling crowd, my heart fluttered with anticipation. Would I catch a glimpse of the source of my happiness there?

"Arabella!" I called out with a wide grin, confidently striding towards her.

"Prince Damon, you forgot again," she said, smiling and subtly shaking her head. "I am Selena."

Her smile remained as captivating as ever, and for a moment, I was utterly dazed. Lost in her beauty, I had to shake myself back to reality. How could I not have found her till now? She was a sight to behold. Shaking my head, a chuckle escaped my throat. "My apologies, goddess," I said, leaning in closer to her, my gaze fixed on her stunning hazel eyes.

Selena giggled shyly, when her friend Blair nudged her elbow into Selena's side. "You're giving me unnecessary importance."

"Oh, you deserve all my attention," I sighed, feeling my heart flutter in her presence. Initially disappointed by Blair's company, I hoped I could handle her and have an uninterrupted conversation with Selena. "Prince Damon! Don't mind, but you're such a flirt," Blair taunted playfully.

"It's my charm, Princess. People often mistake it for flirting," I replied, smirking. She had no idea who I truly was and what I desired.

"Oh, so humble of you!" Blair rolled her eyes, causing me to raise an eyebrow. "By the way, what are you doing here, Prince? A royal guest in this local market?!" Her eyes challenged me. However, my focus wasn't on her but on the captivating beauty standing beside her. As if Blair understood my intentions, she threw a scrutinizing gaze at me. But I again ignored her.

"I was getting bored, so I decided to take a stroll across the street, and it turned out to be the best idea I've ever had," I replied, my gaze fixed on Selena, refusing to look away.

I was pleased to see a subtle blush creep over Selena's face at my reply, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. As we strolled further through the bustling market, her eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the vibrant stuff and lively atmosphere.

"So, who is Arabella?" Selena asked, her curiosity evident in her voice. She slowly tilted her her to look up at me. Her eyes flickered with anticipation, waiting for my response.

"You haven't heard about her?" I asked, feigning shock, raising my eyebrows, and widening my eyes for added effect. A mischievous smile played on my lips as I observed her reaction.

"Umm...no!" Selena replied, sounding genuinely clueless. Her brows furrowed slightly, indicating her puzzlement.

"Well, centuries ago, there was a very beautifulqueen. Her beauty was famous across the world. She was Arabella," I explained, watching Selena intently, hoping to see a flicker of recognition in her eyes. I waited eagerly to see her expression change.

"No, I haven't heard about her," Selena shook her head, a hint of disappointment and confusion clouding her features. It seemed as if something about my words troubled her, leaving her with an unsettled feeling.

"That's a shame!" I sighed playfully, biting my lip, hoping to lighten the mood and bring a smile to her face.

"Oh! Have you seen her?" Selena asked, her gaze fixed on me as if trying to unravel the mysteries of my age and experiences.

I couldn't help but laugh at her curiosity, finding it endearing. "Maybe in some life," I replied, my voice laced with a touch of mystery and a hint of longing.

"So, do you have her photo?" Selena's curiosity piqued, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Yes, I do," I admitted, unable to hide the truth. How could I not have a picture of Arabella? After all, I got to see her every night in my dreams, her enchanting presence etched in my mind.

"How does she look like?" Selena asked eagerly, her eyes fixed on me, a mix of excitement and desperation shining through. She seemed genuinely captivated by the idea of Arabella. Someday I would reveal everything about Arabella to her, but today was not the right time.

Instead, I mustered a smile and answered, "You."

"Huh?!" Selena gasped, taken aback by my unexpected response. Her eyes widened, searching for an explanation.

"She looks exactly like you," I explained honestly, my gaze unwavering, hoping she would understand the significance of my words.

"Umm... That's strange," Selena mumbled absentmindly. I felt surprise and disbelief in her tone as she tried to process the revelation, a myriad of emotions crossing her face.

Blair and Selena exchanged glances,

their eyes silently communicating their shared confusion. It was as if they both wondered if I had somehow lost my sanity and the idea of Arabella resembling Selena was too far-fetched to comprehend for them.

 

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A playful chuckle escaped my lips as I continued, "I mean, she was very beautiful, just like you. So, naturally, I find similarities."

I watched their faces closely, hoping to see them relax upon hearing my explanation.

Their expressions softened, and Blair couldn't help but tease, "You're quite the charmer, Prince." Her playful tone echoed through the air, and I couldn't help but smile at her comment. "Tell me something new, Princess!" I replied, joining in the lighthearted banter.

Interrupting our playful exchange, I turned my attention directly to Princess Blair, my tone taking on a more serious note.

"Princess Blair, if you don't mind, I want to take your friend on a coffee date," I asked bluntly, my intentions clear. I didn't believe in wasting time when I knew what I wanted.

Blair responded dramatically, adding a touch of theatrical flair to her words.

"You have my permission if Selena is okay," she declared, giving her consent with a flourish.

"No!" Selena's initial reaction was panic, glaring at her friend, causing a smirk to form on my lips.

I knew it wouldn't be easy to sway her. Then she stammered, trying to cover up her blunt refusal of my offer, "I mean, we have to return to the pack house quickly before I get into trouble for not doing my duties." "Come on, Selena. I already told Avery that you'd be with me," Blair said, rolling her eyes at her friend's excuses, exasperated by Selena's overthinking.

Selena attempted to reason, her voice laced with worry, "But the Matron will be angry."

Her concern for the consequences was evident, causing a slight frown to crease my brow.

Blair argued, "You think too much."

"Okay, how about I accompany you while you girls shop?" Seeking a compromise, I suggested an alternative plan, hoping to find a middle ground that would put Selena at ease. I just want to spend more time with her. Selena's gaze shifted between Blair and me, silently communicating her thoughts. After a brief moment of contemplation, she finally agreed, her eyes meeting Blair's in a wordless understanding. "Okay." She still looked restless.

Just spend some more time with me, sweetheart, and you will know the reason for your restlessness.

As we strolled across the busy street, Blair's eyes lit up with excitement as she stopped at every shop, scanning for something that caught her attention. I couldn't help but frown when I noticed Selena refraining from buying anything, her expression slightly distant. Taking a moment, I decided to strike up a small talk with her, hoping to make her comfortable with me. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and I found myself enjoying her presence. Her eyes glowed as she talked. Her hands moved to add more allure to her words. Everything she did was so enchanting.

Then, amidst the myriad of trinkets and accessories, a beautiful jade bracelet caught my attention. Its intricate design and vibrant green hue seemed to be the perfect match for Selena's elegance.

"This is so beautiful," I whispered, my gaze fixed on the bracelet. "It will look even more beautiful if you wear it, goddess."

Selena's eyes widened at my words, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty flashing across her face.

"Oh no, it's very expensive," she protested, her voice laced with hesitation.

A determined smile played on my lips as I reassured her, "I am buying it for you."

Selena looked startled, her lips parting in disbelief.

"No, I can't take such an expensive gift from you, Prince Damon," she protested, her voice filled with genuine concern.

"Call me Damon," I insisted, hoping to break down the barriers between us.

"How can I call you by name, Prince," she shrugged, dismissing my request.

"Please, Selena. It's Damon to you," I demanded authoritatively in my royal tone.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching mine, before finally nodding.

"Alright, Damon," she acquiesced, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But I can't accept this expensive bracelet." Ignoring her protests, I had already paid for the bracelet, determined to see her wear it.

"It's yours because I want you to wear it," I stated firmly in a tone filled with sincerity.

"No!" Selena's voice wavered, her gaze full of resistance.

"Please," I pleaded softly, my eyes locked with hers.

She sighed helplessly, finally giving in to my persistent request.

"Alright," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but her agreement was clear.

I couldn't help but grin triumphantly, knowing that she had accepted my gift.

"Allow me," I asked, extending my hand towards her. Selena hesitated for a moment before extending her hand. I felt the warmth of her skin against my cold hand as I touched her. All the memories and longing revived in me, but she was still unaware.

With careful and deliberate movements, I gently placed the bracelet on her wrist, the cool jade against her warm skin as the bracelet glimmered under the sunlight. As I fastened the clasp, a sense of authority washed over me, knowing that she would always have my bracelet reminding her of me while I was away from her. After the bracelet was securely in place, I took a brief look at it before letting go of her hand.

"Wow! Selena, that's so pretty," Blair exclaimed, having joined us from the neighboring shop, her eyes fixed on Selena's wrist adorned with the beautiful bracelet. "Damon got it for me," Selena replied hesitantly.

"Damon, huh? Interesting," Blair's voice carried a playful tone, teasingly insinuating something, and her eyes scrutinizing as she looked at me.

"If you like it, Princess Blair, I can get one for you too," I offered, hoping to divert her attention and alleviate any lingering suspicion she might have had. "Thank you, Prince," she responded, waving her hand dismissively. "But I prefer to buy things I like myself," she added, a hint of arrogance in her voice.

After a while, they bid their farewells

and left. My gaze lingered in the direction Selena had gone, a sense of purpose settling within me. It was as if fate had guided me to this place for a reason, and at that moment, I knew that my long quest had finally come to an end.

 

Chapter 515

Blair and I returned to the pack house, tired from her shopping spree. As soon as we arrived, I seized the opportunity and made my way swiftly to Zander's room. Earlier, I had managed to imprint the key so that I could create a duplicate at a later time when I found a moment to spare from my daily responsibilities. With this duplicate key in my possession, accessing the data room would no longer be an issue.

Patiently, I bided my time, waiting for nightfall when the entire pack house would retire to their beds, enveloped in deep slumber. It was during this period that the

guards' shifts were scheduled to change, presenting the perfect opportunity for me to make my move.

As the hours ticked by, I maintained a watchful eye, ensuring that the pack house was shrouded in silence and stillness. The quietude of the night served as my ally, granting me the freedom to proceed undetected toward my objective. With each passing minute, anticipation coursed through my veins, heightening my senses and sharpening my focus. Tonight, finally, I would do it.

As the patrol shift began, I noticed Zander stepping out of the pack house. It seemed like a regular routine for him, since I have returned to the Moonglow pack.

I had often observed that Zander didn't stay at the pack house during the night; instead, he would head out for patrols every single day. When did he find time to sleep? During the day, he could always be found in his pack's office, taking care of pack matters.

It struck me as odd because, even though he was the Alpha, there should have been designated shifts for patrolling, and the other rank holders could take turns fulfilling that duty.

Nevertheless it was good for my plan if he stayed away from the pack house when I executed it.

Finally, the moment arrived, and the guards began to exchange shifts. Seizing this opportune moment, I carefully slipped past them, moving with the grace of a shadow.

I swiftly navigated the dimly lit corridors. In a swift and practiced manner, I expertly hacked into the camera positioned near the data room. It was a task that posed no

challenge for me, given my proficiency in such matters. With steady hands, I retrieved the duplicate key from my pocket and slid it into the lock, praying that it would work flawlessly.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as the lock yielded to my careful maneuvering. As I pushed open the door, the room was bathed in a faint blue glow emanating from the huge monitor, casting eerie shadows across the walls, revealing the big computer with the world's most complex control panel. It was the safest security system designed by the Alpha King himself. I hated to accept it but my ex mate was a genius.

Silently, I stepped inside, being mindful to close the door behind me. It was a strange feeling, being granted access to such a significant source of power and information.

As I settled in front of the control panel, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the task at hand.

I hacked the camera near the data room and opened the door I entered. Taking out my laptop I connected it to the mother computer

Pulling out my laptop, I swiftly connected it to the the computer.

As soon as the connection was established, I began running my specially designed programs and initiating my hacking techniques. Gradually, I delved deeper into the intricate system, skillfully maneuvering through its complex network. The system responded, providing me access to a wealth of security-related information. Without wasting a moment, I initiated the process of accessing the valuable data.

A surge of excitement coursed through me as my eyes glued to the screen, realizing that today was the day of reckoning. Success was within my grasp, and the completion of my work would grant me the freedom I so desperately sought.

I breezed through almost 50% of the data system and was about to begin copying the details. The progress was steady, until suddenly, the system unexpectedly rebooted.

Fuck!

I couldn't comprehend how this could have happened. I glanced at the time, realizing I still had some minutes before the guards returned to their duty. Without wasting a second, I restarted the program and began running it again. Okay, come on! Come on! Read it fast and give me access!

I chanted in my mind, urging the system to cooperate.

But damn, just when I was on the verge of hacking the system and obtaining the

crucial information, it rebooted once more. I couldn't fathom why it kept happening, but it was beyond infuriating. Annoyance and frustration welled up inside me, but I refused to accept defeat. Time was running out, and with a surge of determination, I knew I had to give it one more shot.

My fingers raced across the keyboard, moving swiftly as I tried to gain access to the system once more. But just as I was on the verge of breaking through, the system abruptly restarted, leaving me baffled and frustrated. I couldn't comprehend what sort of security program it had built-in that was causing this unexpected behavior.

"Damn it!" I exclaimed, my anger boiling over.

With a surge of frustration, I forcefully slammed the laptop shut, the loud thud echoing in the room. As if in response to my outburst, the sound of the door locking mechanism engaged, catching me off guard and making my head snap in its direction.

In a sudden panic, I jolted to my feet, bewildered by the locked door. How the hell did this happen? Was it because of the voice? Regardless, my immediate reaction was to try and open the door from the inside, desperately hoping for an escape. But to my dismay, it remained firmly shut, refusing to yield. Shit! The

door could be opened only from the outside with the key.

My heart pounded in my chest as I stood there, fear coursing through my veins. The realization hit me like a freight train: if someone caught me in this data room, the consequences would undoubtedly be severe, possibly even leading to my death, knowing the Alpha King was heartless. Determined to find a way out, I made another attempt at opening the door. I struggled, putting all my strength into it, but it was futile.

"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath, frustration mounting.

I grabbed my laptop, hoping it could provide a solution. Frantically, I typed away, attempting to hack into the system and gain access to the entry doors. But my efforts proved to be in vain; the doors remained stubbornly locked. So that was why I was paid such a crucial amount of money to hack this data system because the risk of getting killed was ninety nine percent high.

"Ah!!!"

ved

Exhausted and overwhelmed, I let out a groan of frustration, feeling a cold sweat of fear trickle down my forehead. With trembling hands, I wiped it away, trying to regain my composure. The severity of this dangerous situation sank in, and i anxiously chewed on my lips, desperately searching for a plan or any possible way to escape from this place. I roamed my eyes in desperation, scanning the room, but nothing seemed to click in my mind. "Calm down, Selena," I whispered to myself, as I took a deep breath.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching the door. Panic surged through me. Oh my Goddess!

Did the guards return?

I quickly scanned the room, desperately searching for a hiding place. But to my dismay, the entire room was empty and there was nothing to hide behind.

As the sound of footsteps grew closer, my anxiety escalated. Every second felt like an eternity. I could feel sweat forming on my forehead.

Then, I heard a distinct click, and the door slowly swung open. My heart skipped a beat, and I braced myself for the worst.

"Come on, let's leave!" The sudden sound jolted me, catching me off guard even more than the fear of getting caught.

With wide, startled eyes, I took in the sight of Emile standing right in front of me. It was her, the person my client had mentioned as the one who would assist me. But I never could have imagined that it would be the mate of the pack's Beta, the one betraying the Alpha. "What are you thinking? Come on, let's go," she scolded in a hushed voice. "Yes!" I mumbled breathily in agreement.

Without wasting another moment, I swiftly moved away from the data room, locking the door behind.

As we heard the approaching footsteps in the lobby, I quickly decided to hide. However, before I could make my move, Emile grabbed my arm and forcefully pulled me toward a concealed passage. I was again taken aback by her actions; I had no idea she was always involved in such deceitful activities.

In the midst of my confusion, I managed to click the keyboard of my laptop, causing the camera to reactivate and resume its regular surveillance.

Chapter 516

As Emile and I cautiously emerged from the treacherous territory of the data room and stepped into the dimly lit lobby far away from the perilous situation of getting caught, I seized the opportunity to engage in a conversation with her. "So, you already know why I'm here?!" I inquired, my curiosity bubbling to the surface.

"I received information that someone was coming to the pack to get the job done, and well, here you are and the only new addition to the pack. Not much of a surprise," Emile replied nonchalantly, her tone tinged with a hint of indifference.

I couldn't help but snort, shaking my head in disbelief. So, that was the reason she had never bothered to meet me after my return to the Moonglow Pack.

"So, you're the one who hired me for this job then?" I pressed, trying to hide the skepticism in my voice.

The idea of Emile being the mastermind behind such an intricate plan seemed improbable, considering the astronomical amount of money involved. Nonetheless, I hoped to glean some information about the elusive client from her. "No," she answered with precision, denying any involvement in the hiring process.

"Then who is the boss? I mean, you work for someone, right?!" I probed further, determined to unearth any tidbits of information she might be withholding.

The lobby had small windows aligned along its outer wall, and the moon cast an eerie glow over the desolate clearing, its pale light barely illuminating the figures locked in a tense standoff.

Emile remained silent, refusing to divulge any information.

"Emile, I asked you something," I said, my voice laced with an undercurrent of politeness as I desperately tried to maintain an air of enthusiasm. "Who is your boss?"

A flicker of doubt passed through her eyes before she composed herself and replied, "I don't know."

Really?! Did she actually not know about her employer?! It was hard to believe.

Suppressing a surge of frustration, I decided to test her further, hoping to expose the depths of her betrayal.

"You know, Emile, I must say I'm impressed," I began, my voice dripping with a mix of admiration and veiled menace. "Taking such risks, defying the cruelest Alpha King. How is it that I never knew about you before? It would have made exacting revenge so much simpler." I watched her carefully, searching for any sign of vulnerability. A glimmer of hope danced in my eyes as I urged her to succumb to my manipulation.

Come on, fall for it!

Emile, however, remained unfazed by my words. Her indifference sliced through the tension, shattering the illusion of control I had tried to project.

"Selena, don't forget you are here because you are getting paid for this job, and I am also here for one reason only-I am getting paid. I hold no personal grudges against the Alpha king," she replied coolly, her voice devoid of emotion.

A wave of disappointment washed over me. It seemed my attempt to manipulate her had failed, and she remained resolute in her loyalty to her motives, unmoved by my words. I would need to find another way to uncover the truth.

Although the revelation that she was betraying Alpha Zander had surprised me, now I needed to know if there were others involved. I couldn't help but give her an enthusiastic smile, hoping she would accept the truth and share more information with me. "This means Maddox also works against the Alpha?!" I asked in a voice filled with intrigue.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the mightiest Alpha King, Zander Blake, wondering how long he could survive with his own people turning against him, even his trusted Beta.

Emile's face turned pale, panic evident in her eyes.

"No!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with fear. "Don't talk to him about it. He knows nothing."

Ah, so Alpha Zander still had a loyal Beta. At least Maddox wasn't a traitor like Emile. I nodded, trying to convey my understanding of the situation.

"Okay," I said, my tone filled with sincerity. "It's good you told me. I will be cautious around him."

I wanted Emile to believe that I was on her side and that I understood the gravity of the situation.

Emile nodded in response, yet the serious expression never left her face.

"I am here to help you whenever you don't get yourself out of trouble. Don't expect anything more from me," Emile whispered, but her tone held an icy edge. Her words carried a hint of reluctance as if she was bored of doing this. I nodded slowly. However, a lingering question plagued my thoughts, refusing to be silenced.

"But I don't understand one thing,

Emile. How did you manage to open the door without a key?" The query had burdened my mind for far too long, for f Emile possessed the key, the client would have entrusted it to me. Moreover, if I hadn't been apprehended within the confines of the data room, Emile's true nature would have remained concealed.

Her gaze, filled with a mixture of frustration and exasperation, met mine.

"I have Maddox's fingerprints, Selena. With that, I can gain access to anything he can." Her response held a note of resignation as if she had grown weary of my

persistent inquiries. "But do your best to avoid such predicaments. Sometimes, I may not be able to come to your aid, and it can cost you your life," she cautioned, casting a disdainful glance my way.

"I have no desire to meet my end in such a way," I murmured amusingly. Not before I fulfill my purpose!

"Have you finished the work?" Emile inquired, her voice laced with impatience as her gaze fixed on me.

"Not today. It's not such an easy task. Otherwise, your boss wouldn't have entrusted it to the best hacker," I retorted with a smirk, hinting at the high risk involved in the mission.

Emile rolled her eyes in response.

"Get it done quickly, Selena, and get out of this pack before anyone finds out. You've already wasted too much time," she commanded, exuding authority.

I found her authority quite amusing. Although she wasn't the one paying me for this job, it was her boss.

"Sure thing," I replied, maintaining a friendly smile.

"Now, swiftly make your way to your Omega quarter before anyone catches sight of you," she ordered once more, causing me to roll my eyes inwardly.

Emile wasn't someone I would willingly obey; I merely played along, letting her believe that I followed every command. With a nod and a smile, I pretended to comply.

I watched as she turned and retreated toward her own room.

Today had been a whirlwind of

drama, leaving my nerves frazzled and in desperate need of something to calm them down. With that in

mind, I stealthily made my way.

toward Zander's private bar. Il

he wouldn't be around until morning, giving me ample time to indulge in a few drinks, just like I had done countless times before, without him ever finding out.

The dimly lit room greeted me with its cozy atmosphere as I stepped inside. Rows of gleaming bottles adorned the shelves, tempting me with their intoxicating contents. The scent of aged whiskey and spiced rum filled the air, instantly soothing my senses. No one was allowed to enter his private bar, a testament to his self-centered nature. Such a conceited jerk he was!

I approached the mahogany bar,

running my fingers along its smooth

surface, and surveyed the

assortment of beverages. From

top-shelf spirits to artisanal

cocktails, the choices were plentiful. Tonight, I craved the deep warmth of a smoky scotch, its amber liquid swirling gently in a crystal tumbler. I reached for the bottle, the weight of

it comforting in my hands.

As I poured the rich, caramel-colored liquid into the glass, the sound of it hitting the surface echoed softly in the room. The aroma enveloped me, evoking a sense of sophistication and rebellion. It was my secret indulgence, my personal escape from the chaos that constantly engulfed my life.

Raising the glass to my lips, I took a slow sip, savoring the smooth, smoky flavor as it danced across my tongue. The warmth spread through my body, easing the tension and loosening the knots that had formed within me. Each sip brought me closer to a state of calm, a respite from the storm that raged both within and outside these walls.

Lost in the moment, I allowed myself to forget the troubles that plagued me, if only for a little while. The world outside ceased to exist as I became immersed in the solace of the bar, cocooned in its ambiance. For a brief moment, I had found the calmness I so desperately sought.

"The Alpha King, my ass!" I snorted, staring at the amber-filled glass before me. "His arrogance will be his downfall, and he'll pay for every sin he's committed," I whispered into the silence of the room.

In the intoxicating embrace of alcohol, I wanted to curse him further, to unleash all my pent-up frustration after the betrayal of my ex-mate. But the words refused to form in my mind, leaving me groaning in sheer frustration.

"What the hell! I can't even curse you in your own pack! What kind of magic have you woven here?" I exclaimed, feeling a desperate desire welling up inside me.

I had to escape this bizarre pack as soon as possible. I needed to run far away from the clutches of the murderous Alpha King before he discovered my plans.

 

Chapter 517

In the dimly lit room, the soft glow highlighted my gaze fixed on a solitary figure slouched over the bar counter, her head resting on her arm as she sat on the barstool.

Selena Ardolf, the epitome of stubbornness and rebellion, had always been a challenge. I knew she couldn't handle the potent alcohols from my collection, specially crafted for werewolves. They were far too strong for normal humans or werewolves without a wolf to bear. That's precisely why I had forbidden her from

indulging in them. Yet, she persisted in sneaking in, just as she had done today, and the result was evident-she had passed out, succumbing to the potent drink's effects, just like she had in the past.

Taking a few cautious steps forward, I stood before her, peering closely at her

beautiful face. Her pink, full lips were slightly parted, and her enchanting hazel eyes remained closed. The smooth rise and fall of her breath indicated a peaceful slumber, and the stress and animosity she held for me were absent from her serene countenance. She didn't resemble my ex-mate, the one who had sought revenge against me.

What do you want, Selena Ardolf? And why are you doing this?

Is it for your criminal family?

I let out a weary sigh, watching her intently. It had been so long since I looked at her so closely.

"Kiss her," Lyon's voice echoed in my head as his words tinged with mischief and desire made me frown.

"What?!" I snapped back through the mind link.

"Kiss her, and you don't have to make excuses," Lyon taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. "She will never know." "Shut up, Lyon!" I snarled through the mind link, trying to regain control over the intrusive thoughts invading my mind.

"Oh, you don't have the guts to kiss her?!" Lyon taunted further, his voice full of arrogance. "Then let me do this honor."

His words hit a nerve, and before I could fully comprehend what was happening, my gaze involuntarily dropped to her parted lips. They were so tempting and sweet. The memory of our last kiss two days ago suddenly flooded my mind. The taste of her, the way her lips molded perfectly against mine, it all came rushing back with an intensity that left me breathless.

"I can't kiss her when she's not in her senses!" I blurted out, my gaze fixed upon Selena's alluring sleeping form.

"So, it means you wanted to kiss her?" he questioned, a mischievous tone lacing his words. As if coming out of my trance, I frowned.

"No!" I breathed out, exasperated.

"I must say, you are a very skillful king, capable of playing with your words," he commented with a hint of amusement in his voice. "What do you mean?" I frowned, trying to decipher his intentions. Was that supposed to be a compliment or a veiled insult? "Ah, well, you lie perfectly," Lyon mocked, his words dripping with sarcasm. He always found a way to get under my skin.

I took a deep breath, trying to control my frustrations. "I don't lie," I declared in my alpha tone.

"Oh, please," he scoffed, not relenting. "That was just another lie."

The corners of my mouth twitched with annoyance. My wolf knew how to push my buttons. I contemplated arguing further, defending myself against his accusations. But the truth was, he wouldn't stop speaking and wouldn't stop trying to provoke a response. Silence seemed like the better option. I closed my eyes, forcing my lips into a tight line, determined not to give him the satisfaction of a retort.

I let out a weary sigh as I looked at my sleeping ex-mate. Without thinking, I gently scooped her up into my arms, her small, soft body fitting perfectly in my embrace as she leaned against my chest, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck. Something stirred deep within my stoned heart that I couldn't quite comprehend. It started as a faint flutter, but soon, my heart began to beat loudly in my chest, betraying the calm facade I so desperately maintained.

"You can't deny it, Zander," Lyon's voice intruded through our mind-link, as he could feel what I felt.

However, I chose to ignore him, pushing aside Lyon's words as I strode purposefully toward the Omega quarters. I moved with silent determination, my footsteps were purposeful and resolute.

Silently, I entered her room, the door

by

creaking slightly as it swung open. Carefully, I laid her down on the bed, my gaze momentarily captivated the sight of her long, blonde curls cascading over her face. With a gentle touch, I swept the strands aside, revealing her peaceful expression. She was still asleep, oblivious to my presence.

"Goodnight, ex-mate," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet room. Unable to resist, I trailed my fingers lightly along her cheek, the softness of her skin evoking a bittersweet ache within me.

Memories of our time together

resurfaced, mingling with the

remnants of our shared Connection.

"I still remember how she felt when you were balls deep inside her and..." Lyon's voice echoed in my head once again, his words tainted with his perverted desire.

My wolf's thoughts were intrusive, as he intentionally tried to remind me of the intimate moments we had shared.

"Lyon, for Goddess' sake, shut the fuck up!" I yelled, my frustration bursting forth. I couldn't let these thoughts consume me, couldn't let myself be driven to madness.

Before that strange and unsettling

feeling took hold completely, I made

a swift decision. With one last lingering took at Selena, I turned è away, leaving the room and closing the door behind me. It was time to regain control, to distance myself from the past and focus on the present, even if it meant suppressing the remnants of what we once had.

Chapter 518

The next morning, I called for an emergency meeting, gathering all of my trusted warriors and rank-holders in our secret meeting place hidden among the rocks, concealed by a magical wall. Only a select few knew about this hidden location, and I had the power to make it As everyone entered, I moved my hand through the air, tracing a precise pattern, and made the meeting place disappear from their view once again.

Together, we navigated through the narrow passage that led to various compartments within this underground refuge. Each space served its own specific purpose, meticulously designed to fulfill our diverse needs. As we proceeded, we entered a vast hallway adorned with advanced technology.

The walls were lined with monitors, displaying acute surveillance footage from different locations in the North as we had kept eyes on every pack of the North. Some screens flickered with images of ongoing experiments and magical potions in various stages of completion. Within the hallway, we also had a designated area for medical purposes, stocked with cutting-edge equipment and innovative medical weapons. The room was a fusion of traditional healing remedies and modern technology, ensuring that we were well-equipped to tend to any injuries or ailments that might befall us.

Adjacent to the medical section, racks of state-of-the-art weaponry were on display. From enchanted blades to intricately crafted firearms, we possessed a vast array of powerful armaments. Each piece was meticulously forged and imbued with protective spells, ready to defend our kind against any threat.

Completing our arsenal was an advanced security system woven seamlessly into the fabric of our hidden refuge. Intricate spells and enchantments formed an impenetrable barrier, ensuring our safety and preventing any unauthorized entry.

Together, these meticulously crafted compartments, experimental laboratories, and advanced weaponry formed the backbone of our strength. We were an organized force, prepared to face the challenges that lay ahead, armed with the most advanced equipment and fortified by our unwavering unity.

"Alpha!" echoed through the room as everyone bowed in respect before they took their seats, their eyes fixed on me, awaiting my instructions and the reason behind this urgent gathering.

"What happened? Why did you call this meeting?" Maddox inquired, his voice laced with concern.

My gaze trailed over the individuals present in the room. Maddox, my loyal Beta, Ethan, my trusted Gamma, Henry, the head of border security, and Greyson, the Army Commander, all stared back at me with watchful and curious eyes.

"Somebody attempted to breach the security of the Moonglow pack," I announced, breaking the news with a somber tone.

"What? How is that possible?!" Ethan exclaimed as disbelief etched across his face.

"Yes, Alpha! It's not possible. We have the world's most secure data system. No one should be able to infiltrate it," Henry reassured, his confidence unwavering.

They were overconfident, and there was a blurred line between being overconfident and being careless.

"I'm sure nobody can gain access to our security system at Moonglow Pack, considering it was designed by you, Alpha," Greyson interjected, his brow furrowing in concern.

"Just because nobody should be able to doesn't mean it's impossible for someone to attempt," I growled, frustration seeping into my voice as I addressed their egoistic comments. "I need to understand how this happened. When I reviewed the CCTV footage, it became clear that the recordings had been manipulated."

A collective wave of seriousness washed over the room as everyone absorbed the gravity of the situation.

"Let me check the recordings once more," Ethan suggested, rising from his seat and heading toward the large monitor positioned at the center of the room.

"No need, I've already reviewed them twice. It's extremely difficult to detect any tampering with the cameras," I replied, my tone filled with frustration.

"Whoever did this was incredibly sharp and skilled," Ethan whispered, his eyes widening in surprise as he examined the footage.

Maddox chimed in with a suggestion, "Can't we transfer the whole data room here so it will be hidden and safe?"

"No, we can't do that," I explained.

"We have to let other Alphas see the data room to ensure that the werewolves are safe. It's an annual practice. So, we can't transfer it here because we can't allow everyone to enter this hidden place. It's better if the data room remains in the pack house."

A flicker of understanding crawled on their faces. But the main issue was still pending.

"I need an urgent report on the status of all the cameras in the pack and along the borders," I ordered firmly and commanding, making sure they knew there was no chance of a mistake. "Yes, Alpha!" Ethan nodded in understanding, acknowledging the gravity of the situation.

e'

Turning my attention to Greyson, the Army Commander, I continued, "Double the training of our warriors Ever since the Vampire Prince proposed a peace pact, something hasn't sat right with me. Vampires aren't known for their friendliness, and their sudden offer of peace is difficult to digest."

I grimaced as my Alpha sense alerted me about a hidden motive behind their seemingly benevolent intentions.

"Yes, Alpha! I will relay the message to all the scouts," Greyson replied, his voice brimming with determination.

"Alert the border security, Henry, and remind them not to become overconfident," I commanded, emphasizing the need for vigilance and caution.

"Yes, Alpha!" Henry responded as his voice laced with the understanding of the importance of their role.

"With that, the meeting is adjourned!" I declared, signaling the conclusion of our discussion.

As everyone began to leave the room, I called out to Maddox, halting him in his tracks.

"Maddox, please stay. There is

something of the utmost

importance that we need to

discuss, said, a serious undertone

coloring my words. There were

matters between us that required immediate attention and careful consideration.

Chapter 519

*Zander*

"Where were you last night?" my voice dripping with accusation as I asked my Beta.

Maddox's brow furrowed as if he tried to recall.

"I was on patrol as usual as it was my turn," he replied, his shoulders lifting in a shrug. But I wasn't convinced.

"Are you sure?" I challenged, my voice sharpening with suspicion..

"Yes! Why are you interrogating me? Wait a minute! Do you suspect me of breaching the security system?" He furrowed his brows deeper.

"Maddox, I discovered your fingerprint on the door unlocking system," I informed him firmly. His expression shifted to one of shock.

"I swear to the Goddess, I didn't enter the data room yesterday. In fact I never entered that room alone and never without you," he insisted as his brows furrowed even deeper in desperation.

I took a step closer, my alpha instincts urging me to push harder for the truth

"Do you really expect me to believe you? Besides me, only you have access to the data room. And your fingerprint was recorded in the system the last time the door was opened," I said, my face contorted with a grimace, as I confronted him. "Zander, please, just stop!" he cried out in frustration, slamming his palms on the table. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to regain his composure.

"I'd rather die than be labeled a traitor. This pack is my home, and I've shed blood for it. I would never betray you or this pack, even if someone were to kill me. Please, believe me, or kill me, but don't call me a traitor," he pleaded.

I could see the truth in his eyes. As the Alpha King, the Goddess had bestowed upon me the ability to peer into someone's eyes and discern whether they were telling the truth or lying. And in that moment, I knew Maddox was telling the truth. "Then, Maddox, this is even more serious because someone has used your fingerprint, and we have no idea who it was," I informed him, and he nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.

Maddox made his way back to the pack house, intending to head toward the training ground.

Lyon and I were filled with restlessness. The puzzle was growing increasingly complex with each passing day.

Needing to release some pent-up energy, I decided to go for a run. Swiftly discarding my clothes, I shifted into my large, black wolf and darted towards the woods.

As I bounded through the royal medicinal garden, Lyon's keen senses detected familiar scent, roses and peaches.

Without wasting any time, I shifted back into my human form and swiftly put on a pair of shorts. We had strategically placed clothes at regular intervals to ensure we didn't end up wandering around naked during emergency shifts. My eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for the source of the captivating aroma.

And there she was.

But what was she doing in the royal medicinal garden? I observed her from behind the cover of a tree. She let out a frustrated sigh and glanced around the garden, her eyebrows furrowed.

Then, her gaze settled in a specific direction, and her face lit up as she walked toward a row of herbs.

Oh, no! Shit!

I sprinted towards her with lightning speed.

Just as she was about to touch the herb, I swiftly grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her away from the plants.

She gasped, startled by the sudden motion.

"What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!" she began cursing, attempting to wriggle out of my grasp.

"What are you doing here, Selena Ardolf?" I asked, whispering into her ear while maintaining a firm hold.

I felt her body tremble in my arms as she took a sharp breath.

"I came to pick up some herbs for your fiancée's face pack, as she instructed me," she murmured, her words barely audible, her heartbeat racing so fast that even I could hear it without relying on my Alpha senses. "So why did you want to kill yourself?" I questioned.

"What do you mean?" She tilted her head slightly, glancing back at me. Her face was so dangerously close to mine, her breath brushing against my lips, tempting me to do something I knew I would regret.

My gaze swept over her face, taking in every minute detail, as I unconsciously muttered, "Because that herb was poisonous, even to touch. No one touches them without wearing gloves."

Her eyes widened as she turned to look at the herb once more. "What the fuck?!" she gasped.

"Where did you learn to curse so much?" I raised an eyebrow, frowning at her choice of words.

"Why do you care? Just let me go, Alpha," she clenched her teeth, her frustration evident as she gritted out her response.

With a sigh, I released my hold on her waist, allowing her to step away. She quickly turned and began to walk away.

"You and your fiancée still want to kill me," she muttered under her breath, her words barely audible. Yet, they reached my ears with crystal clarity.

Startled by my sudden appearance, she came to an abrupt halt, colliding with my chest. Her eyes widened, and her voice quivered with apprehension. "I... I have a lot of work. Please, let me go," she pleaded meekly.

"Are you here to kill me?" I couldn't stop myself from asking the question this time.

A scowl creased her features, and she shook her head vehemently.

"What?!" she exclaimed. "No!" she declared firmly, her expression turning stern, as if

"Because..." Her voice quivered as she swallowed, and her enchanting big eyes locked with mine. "...because I don't feel anything for you."

"Then prove it," I whispered, gently encircling her waist with my arm and drawing her closer to me.

"What...what are you doing?" Selena's eyes widened, her words stumbling out.

"I'm giving you a chance to convince yourself that you don't feel anything for me," I responded. "That you're not turned on and don't become wet with desire when I'm near. Your body doesn't melt under my touch, and you don't yearn for me when I kiss you. Prove to me that I don't cross your mind on those impassioned nights and in your dreams."

I leaned closer, my lips hovering just above hers, our breaths mingling, my self-control waning.

"Are you...are you serious? Why would I feel anything for you when...when we've both rejected each other?" she stammered, her voice breathless. "You rejected me," I snapped.

"And you rejected me too," she retorted, staring back at me defiantly.

Fueled by anger, I pressed her

against the nearest tree, pinning her

beneath my body as the painful memories of that unfortunate day resurfaced. She flinched at first but soon glared at me, refusing to back

down. back

We stood there, locked in a mesmerizing gaze, our chests rising and falling with rapid breaths. Our bodies were pressed tightly against each other, and her delicate hands found their place on my bare chest, igniting a surge of sensations that coursed

through me.

"Selena,"I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of longing and caution. "Hmm," she exhaled, her breath mingling with mine.

"If you mix that herb in my food, I will die," I sighed, looking at her hopelessly. She blinked, once and then twice, clearly taken aback by my statement.

"What do you mean?" she furrowed

her brow, her expression filled with confusion. "You could easily kill me if that's what you..." My words were cut off as her hands swiftly covered my mouth.

"I can't...kill you," she whispered, her gaze fixed on my eyes. A smile curled upon my lips as I softly kissed her palm.

It was as if she suddenly snapped out of her trance, pulling her hand away and averting her eyes.

Goddess, now I truly desired to kiss her.

"I love it when you're writhing beneath me, moaning my name," I blurted out, unable to restrain myself.

Her eyes snapped back to mine, her lips parting in surprise.

"You asked me yesterday about my favorite position in sex when I made love to

you," I smirked, my hands caressing her soft, enticing curves. She shivered, desire flickering in her eyes, but she blinked and tried to appear angry.

"You're always so domineering, always craving control," she murmured irritably, making me furrow my brow.

I swiftly changed our positions, rolling her so that she was now pressed on top of me, my back against the trunk of a tree.

"Happy?!" I asked, a delighted grin spreading across my face as her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink.

 

 

Chapter 520

Seer's Warning *Selena*

Zander's unexpected tenderness caught me off guard. It was as if a different side of him had emerged, a softer facade that contradicted the enigmatic and mysterious persona he projected.

However Zander's attempt to sway me with his sweet talk was futile. He thought his words could change my mind, but he was utterly, absolutely wrong. I knew him far too well to fall into his manipulative trap again. Behind his enchanting talks, charming smile, and alluring eyes, there was a monster hiding.

I was aware that I shouldn't gaze into his eyes, as they possessed the power to cast a spell over me. Yet, I couldn't help but be drawn to those deep blue orbs, captivating and hypnotizing.

He slowly lowered his head, his movements filled with desire. My heart raced in my chest, anticipation coursing through my veins. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his, the intensity of his gaze locking me in place. "Selena!" he whispered my name as his lips brushed against mine.

A gasp escaped my lips as a surge of electric intensity coursed through my veins. My hands instinctively slid up his torso, finding their way to his neck, gripping him tightly as my knees threatened to give way beneath me.

Our lips met, fitting together flawlessly, and a rush of desire coursed through me. His tongue gently grazed my lips, seeking entrance, and my lips parted on their own, eagerly granting it. Our mouths opened, and our tongues entwined in a dance as old as time itself. At that intimate moment, our breaths became one, blending in a symphony of shared desire. Soon the kiss became so passionate as if we never hated each other.

I despised how my body reacted to his touch and his kiss. Earlier, I had been pretending to be under his spell, feigning vulnerability. But now, at this moment, all rationality seemed to flee my brain, and my senses were clouded with an overwhelming lust. The lines between desire and reason blurred, and I found myself succumbing to the magnetic pull he exerted over me.

His fingers, long and sinewy, reached out and brushed against the fabric of my shirt. The touch was feather-light, yet electrifying. It sent a cascade of goosebumps along my skin, awakening a dormant fire within me. I gasped, unable to control the tremor that coursed through my body.

His touch continued, gliding along my soft, exposed skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I closed my eyes, unable to resist the sensations that overwhelmed me. Every nerve ending sparked to life as his fingers traced invisible patterns, setting my senses ablaze. "Always so responsive," he growled, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within my core.

The words carried a dangerous allure, a seductive promise of forbidden pleasures. It was a voice that commanded obedience, stirring a forgotten desire within me that clashed with my instinctual fear.

My heart pounded in my chest like a trapped animal, its frantic beats echoing in my ears. It begged me to run, to escape the clutches of this devil. But my body, traitorous as it was, yearned for more. It whispered to me, urging me to forget everything and surrender to the intoxicating pull of desire.

Yet, there was something about this cruel devil that made me crave his touch, to relive the immense pleasure he had bestowed upon me in the past.

With each passing second, the sunlight illuminated his features, revealing the sharp contours of his face and the intensity in his eyes. He exuded a raw terrifying power that enticed me, drawing me deeper into his magnetic presence.

As he expertly brushed his fingers on my nipples, making a sharp gasp escape my lips, merging with the kiss we shared. The sensation sent electric waves of pleasure coursing through my body, overwhelming my senses.

"Fuck!" he muttered, his voice husky and filled with desire, his words vibrating against my mouth as his eyes darkened with lust, fixed on me. "I can smell how aroused you are, Selena," he growled, his lips crashing against mine in a hungry kiss. "Your heartbeat quickens with every touch," he added as his other hand slid seductively under my pants, possessively gripping my ass, drawing me closer and igniting a fierce grinding motion against his erection.

"I can't wait to take you," he growled, his voice blending with Lyon's primal instinct taking over.

My heart jumped into my throat upon hearing his confession.

"We... we can't do this," I managed to breathe out, my voice trembling with both desire and apprehension.

He locked eyes with mine, his gaze unwavering and filled with a wild intensity. The burning golden flecks in his irises seemed to shimmer under the sunlight.

"Who will stop us?" he whispered, his words hanging in the air like a seductive challenge.

"Selena!" We heard Blair calling my name.

Oh, I forgot I promised her to go to the training ground with her.

I pushed Zander to get away from him, and he frowned, tightening his arm around me.

"Blair is here," I whispered, looking up at him.

"I have heard her," he replied, his tone filled with frustration. But he didn't release me.

"Zander? Selena?" Blair's voice interrupted us, making our heads snap toward her. "What the hell is going on here? I thought you guys had moved on," she questioned, raising her finely shaped brow as her eyes darted between Zander and me. Zander loosened his grip on me, and I swiftly broke free, dashing towards Blair. I grasped her hand tightly, pulling her along with me.

"Let's go, Blair," I urged, my voice laced with urgency, determined to escape from that place, or rather, from him.

To hell with the face mask. I would lie to Avery and tell her I couldn't find the herbs. "Selena, will you finally tell me?" Blair demanded, her eyes narrowed with a mix of frustration and curiosity as we walked briskly.

"It's not what you think, Blair. I was actually there to search for some herbs that Avery needed for her face pack. And coincidentally, Zander happened to be on patrol," I explained, hoping my assumption about his duty was correct.

Blair's expression softened slightly as she processed my words.

"Herbs for Avery's face pack? That's why you were in that very unusual place with Zander?" she asked, her tone a mixture of skepticism and taunt.

"Yes, exactly. It was purely

coincidental, swear," I emphasized,

trying to assure her. "Oh, really?!" Blair exclaimed, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "What was that I saw with my own eyes? Zander had been holding you so possessively, and you still smell like him."

A surge of panic gripped me, my mind racing to find a way to downplay the situation. "It was.. it was nothing, just a fleeting moment," I stammered, desperation lacing my words. "Please, Blair, promise me you won't tell anyone about this." Blair's expression softened.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," she reassured me with a gentler tone. "I know my brother is undeniably hot, and women can't resist him." Her playful nature resurfaced, teasingly easing the tension.

I let out an exasperated sigh and rolled my eyes. "Shut up, Blair."

Blair giggled, clearly enjoying it. She always had a way of lightening up even the most serious moments.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I couldn't help but ask, "So, how did you find me?" "I asked Lola when I didn't find you in the pack house," she replied. "And she said you went to the royal medicinal garden." As we walked together, Blair suddenly took a different turn, leading us away from the usual route. I raised an eyebrow, puzzled by her unexpected choice.

"Which way are you taking us?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. Blair flashed me a mischievous grin.

"It's a shortcut," she explained, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Otherwise, we'll be late for training session."

Just as we were about to hurry along, a firm grip took hold of my hand, causing me to come to an abrupt stop. Startled, I turned to see an old lady with long, flowing white hair, her gaze fixed upon me. "Stop!" Her voice pierced the air, catching me off guard. I regarded her curiously, unsure of her intentions.

"Excuse me, how can I help you?" I inquired softly.

With a mysterious intensity, she uttered softly, "Only you can stop this. You're here to perform a task. You're here to do it."

Her words sent a shockwave through me, leaving me bewildered. Was she referring to the task I currently held in my hand or was she meant by something else?! "Alethea, leave her," Blair insisted, attempting to pull me away from the enigmatic old lady. However, she remained steadfast, refusing to let me go.

"Everything is decisive and will move you around. Only through belief shall salvation be found," she chanted, her voice carrying an otherworldly resonance.

Her eyes closed, and her head tilted towards the sky, as if seeking guidance from the heavens above.

"What are you talking about?!" I blurted out, furrowing.

She slowly opened her eyes, a serene smile gracing her weathered face.

"Just believe in yourself and don't believe anything else," Alethea replied, her tone serene yet tinged with an air of mystery. With a gentle touch, she released my hand. "Remember it's belief that will lead you through the darkness toward the light," she warned again and melted into the shadows of the surrounding woods, disappearing like a wisp of smoke.

"Who was she?" I asked, my gaze fixed on the spot where Alethea had gone. Blair sighed, her expression tinged with uncertainty.

"She is Alethea, a seer," she

explained. "She seldom reveals

herself to others, and it's rare for her

to appear at all. I have no idea why

she came before you." Alethea unexpected appearance only deepened my intrigue. The words she had spoken echoed in my mind, their meaning shrouded in enigma. What secrets did they hold? What path had she set me upon?

But before I could ponder further, Blair's urging broke through my thoughts. "Come on, Selena, we're running late," she urged, a sense of urgency in her voice.

"Why are we going to the main training ground? You can practice on the grounds near the pack house," I demanded.

Blair turned to me, her expression resolute.

"Someone needs to know the consequences of messing with me," she declared, her voice carrying a potent mix of determination and vengeful anticipation. I saw there was a fire in her eyes, a hunger for retribution. Realization struck me. So, she was going there for Beta Maddox. I sighed inwardly, my gaze fixed on Blair's unwavering face.

Only Moon Goddess can save Maddox from his mate's wrath.