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Chapter 531

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 because she has no wolf. Look at Lola's body-this wasn't the act of a human. It was the work of a mad and bloodthirsty animal," Zander reasoned with his precise observation.

A gasp caught in the air, the realization dawning that there might be more to this tragic tale than met the eye. Yet, Avery's anger was now directed at Zander.

"I can't believe it, and there you are taking her side," she accused with a tone that sought to plant seeds of doubt. "You know that she is like her traitor family. We still don't know what else she has hidden."

"Maddox, get Lola's body checked, figure out what happened," Zander's voice sliced through the tension in the room, ignoring Avery's whining in the process.

"Everyone, just head back to your rooms. We're diving into this, so don't worry," he directed, and the other Werewolves scattered, each with their own mix of worry and confusion.

Avery, though, didn't budge. She stood there, shooting daggers at Zander, her frustration practically palpable in the air. Zander seemed exhausted, a sigh escaping him as he dealt with her.

"Avery, seriously, go to your room now," he snapped with a touch of impatience, his voice turning cold as ice.

"But Zander..." she started to argue, her voice a mix of defiance and desperation. Zander didn't even let her finish.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow," he dismissed her.

My shock from the earlier accusations was still fresh, and Zander's sudden support was a jolt to my emotions. Tears were still making their way down my cheeks as I watched the investigators somberly carry Lola's body out of my room, a visual that felt like a nightmare. Zander stayed back. Once the investigators were out of sight, he turned his attention to me.

"Selena, come to my room," he invited, his voice quietly authoritative.

I must have looked puzzled because he quickly clarified, "Your room is a mess, covered in blood and wreckage. It's late, and you shouldn't stay here alone. Just for tonight, come sleep in my room."

Staying in the Alpha's room felt strange, but I was extremely exhausted and emotionally traumatized by the sorrow. So, I silently nodded in agreement. He led the way, and I followed, the silence between us heavy with unspoken questions.

Once we were inside his room, he turned and locked the door behind us, the click of the lock echoing in the room's quietness.

He turned toward me. His gaze fixed on me as he posed a direct question, his voice a mix of curiosity and seriousness. "Are you finally going to tell me what's going on?" I mirrored his gaze, my own expression a blend of defiance and uncertainty. "What do you mean?" I countered, challenging him to clarify. His brow furrowed, annoyance flickering across his features.

"I know where you were and what you were doing when Lola died," he stated firmly, his words carrying a note of controlled frustration as he continued to study me intently.

He knew? The realization hit me, a mixture of surprise and realization dawning within me. Of course, he

knew. The system reboot couldn't

have happened automatically. you were playing with me, controlling the system while sitting far away?!" I shook my head as realization gleamed.

"Do you think you can defeat your teacher?! I was the one who taught you every single detail of hacking?" He scoffed, his conceited eyes glowing with pride.

I snorted at his proud remark, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"I know you didn't kill that Omega because you were in the data room, stealing information," he declared, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

"So, you've known all along? How long were you pretending to be ignorant?" I retorted, my tone tinged with skepticism.

He held my gaze, his irritation barely concealed.

"Do you think you got the data room key so easily and just like that? No, I left it there for you," he admitted, unraveling his secret.

His revelation left me stunned, trying to piece together his motives. "Why did you do that?" I asked, genuine confusion coloring my words.

"I wanted to understand your

intentions, Selena. You harbored so much resentment toward me that you didn't think twice about risking the entire werewolf community's existence. How could you be so

self-centered?" His a

in the air, a mixture of

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disappointment and anger lacing his

voice.

I fell silent, studying his face for any signs of deception. He hadn't changed; he was still the same master of manipulation.

"Tell me, who else is involved?" he demanded once more, his tone unyielding as he pressed for answers.

"So, that was your plan?!" I shook my

head in disbelief, my emotions swirling with a mix of shock and understanding."You wanted to find out who else was working with me. That's why you didn't throw me in prison when you caught me hacking the system. You were keeping an eye on me. Or were you enjoying watching me fail in misery?" I let out a bitter laugh, my words laced with a mocking tone aimed at his

calculating mind.

His expression remained impassive as he responded, his voice carrying a trace of frustration. "No, I needed to uncover who you were working for. The data is of no value to you. Someone else is interested. Tell me, who's behind this? Who are you working for?"

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I met his gaze, my own eyes steady with resolve.

"I genuinely don't know who's the mastermind," I replied as my eyebrows wrinkled with stress.

"Don't try to deceive me, Selena. If you don't provide me with the truth, I won't hesitate to take more drastic measures. I won't be gentle anymore. So don't try my patience," he threatened, his tone carrying a dangerous edge. "I'm asking you very politely now. Who else is involved?"

"I'm being honest, Zander. And I'm not so self-centered that I'd endanger my entire community out of spite... even if I... I do hate you," I confessed, my breath escaping in a frustrated exhale.

"Really?!" His response was a skeptical snort. "So, what's your purpose in stealing this information?" He challenged, his voice harsh and confrontational, causing me to look away.

"Enough with your convoluted explanations. Tell me the real truth, dammit. Who are you working for?" His tone shifted, his demand growing more serious.

"I've already told you the truth, Zander. I genuinely don't know," I replied, my desperation seeping into my words as I locked eyes with him.

He persisted, his tone softening slightly this time. "Then tell me what you do know." "I've shared all I know with you. I don't have more information than that," I reiterated, my voice holding steadfast honesty. He raked his hand in his dark hair, exhaling sharply as if fighting control.

His next words came with an air of authority, his Alpha aura making my spine tingle with a mix of trepidation and respect. His aura suddenly became more dominating, and I found myself swallowing hard.

"I want the complete truth from you, Selena. Every fucking detail. Why are you here? What's your purpose?" His command hung in the air, a weighty expectation that sent shivers down my spine.

I let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright! Fine. I'll tell you," I conceded.

"Someone approached me on the dark web to hack into the security system of the Moonglow pack. When I received this offer with an unbelievably large sum, my initial instinct was to decline. I couldn't bear to be the cause of the downfall of the entire werewolf community. But then I realized that if I refused, someone else would take on the task. So, I accepted the project with a plan in mind. I came here to uncover

the identity of the mastermind behind all of this. During my investigation, I discovered that some members of your pack are also involved," I explained in a rush, the weight of my confession hanging in the air.

"Who?" Zander asked in his alpha tone, his brow furrowing in a mix of surprise and concern.

"Emile," I stated firmly, the name heavy on my tongue.

"What?!" His shock reverberated in his voice, his disbelief evident.

"Yes, it's true," I nodded, my own determination mirrored in my gaze. "I'm telling you the truth."

He processed this revelation, his expression growing more serious.

"So... she was the one who helped you escape the data room when you were locked inside?" he questioned, a frown creasing his forehead.

So He even knew about that. He would have been the one who had locked me inside. He could do it with a laptop in his hand.

"Yes," I murmured, acknowledging his deduction.

"However, don't confront her just yet. If we expose our knowledge prematurely, the real mastermind might become cautious, and it could become almost impossible to catch them," I urged urgently, hoping to secure a strategic advantage. He nodded in agreement, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

"Rest assured, whoever is behind all of this won't escape my grasp for long," he declared, determination lacing his words.

"But why didn't you come to me and share all of this earlier?" His gaze held suspicion, scrutinizing me for answers.

"And you would have believed me without a doubt?" I retorted with a touch of skepticism.

"How can you say that without even giving me a chance?" he challenged, his tone firm as he confronted my assumption.

"I know you would never have

believed me, especially given your

deep-seated hatred for me, just as t

you hated my family. You hated them so much that you killed them without a second thought," I hissed, my words dripping with the venom ofresentment.

"I didn't kill your family," he retorted firmly, his tone devoid of emotion. "They met their end not because of my hatred but because their crimes were unforgivable," he declared, his voice chillingly composed. Confusion clouded my eyes, and I raised them to his, seeking clarity. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief. He stared back at me, his gaze unwavering.

"Your brother had abducted several

she-wolves, intending to sell them

into the slave market. When I confronted him with the evidence and demanded his surrender, your father's entire pack retaliated. It escalated into a violent conflict, a clash that ended in tragic consequences. Your father's pack was no match for ours, and in the midst of that chaos, lives were lost,"

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he revealed, his words heavy with the weight of a bitter history.

"No, that's... that's not true," I gasped, my mind struggling to process the shocking revelation.

"I had been supporting my family financially, ensuring they had no need to resort to such immoral acts," I cried out in defense, my voice carrying a mix of desperation and regret. "Why would they commit such a heinous act?"

"You were secretly giving them money behind my back," a low growl rumbled in Zander's throat as he accused, his eyes narrowing with a hint of anger.

"Yes, I did provide them with money,

but it came from my personal funds, the Luna fund. It was an attempt to ensure they could lead honorable

lives," I muttered, my voice wavering

with a mix of guilt and so wavering

"Goddess, why did they choose that path?" I cried out, the weight of their misguided choices crashing down on me.

But my lamentations couldn't undo their actions, nor could they bring back the lives that had been lost. It was as if their deeds had caught up with them, a cruel manifestation of karma's reckoning.

"So, what was your plan once you identified the mastermind?" he inquired, curiosity etched in his gaze. I paused, contemplating my response before deciding to lay out my entire strategy before him.

"I intended to compile all the evidence and present it to the council. This way, whoever is behind all of this would be exposed to the entire paranormal community.

The council would likely banish their community and administer the necessary punishment," I explained in a hushed tone, revealing the intricate steps I had envisioned.

He nodded, a hint of satisfaction touching his features.

"Rest assured, he won't escape from my grasp. I will catch him red-handed and ensure justice is served," he declared, his determination unwavering as he turned to make his way toward the bathroom. "Alpha!" I interjected, causing him to pause and look back at me, his expression questioning.

"I have a plan," I declared, my tone steady and resolute.

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I stood there, a sense of uncertainty washing over me as Zander disappeared into the bathroom. The seconds felt like minutes as I waited, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The room seemed to tighten around me, and I found myself pacing back and forth, my eyes occasionally glancing at the ticking clock on the wall.

Finally, he emerged from the bathroom, clad in sleepwear that hung comfortably on his frame. His hair was still damp, each strand catching a glimmer of light as he ruffled it with his hand, a casual yet enticing gesture that sent a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, my heart doing an erratic dance in my chest. It was impossible to deny - my ex-mate looked strikingly hot.

"You want to use the bathroom?!" his voice broke through my reverie, concern knitting his brows together.

I shook my head slightly, still trapped in a trance, my voice held hostage by the sheer intensity of the moment.

"Okay, let's call it a night," he declared, his footsteps leading him to his customary side of the bed - the left.

I watched as he settled in, his eyes darting toward me when he noticed my immobility, his expression etched with a mixture of confusion and something I couldn't quite decipher.

"What are you thinking, Selena? Come and sleep," his voice held an air of authority, a command that I struggled to resist. But the bed, the place that once held both our dreams and whispered secrets, felt like a precipice I wasn't sure I was ready to venture onto.

"I think I should sleep on the couch," my voice escaped in a hesitant whisper. I couldn't meet his gaze as I said it, my eyes drawn to the bed that used to be ours, mine.

"Why? The bed is big enough for two of us," he questioned, his forehead creasing.

"Zander..." I sighed, my eyes fixed on the bedspread as I wasn't sure how to explain. "Come here, Selena," undeterred, he beckoned with a commanding presence, his words a gentle yet authoritative directive. "We have a lot to tackle tomorrow," he reasoned, a practical undertone weaving through his words.

With a nervous nod, I willed my

trembling legs to carry me to the

right side of the bed. The softness of the mattress welcomed me, and I settled down in silence, deliberately turning my back to Zander. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I closed my eyes, silently urging my racing heart to calm down. I desperately wished for my heart to cease its wild dance, but the mere reality of lying beside Zander was an overwhelming sensation. How could I have

expected anything less than my

heart pounding like a runaway train?

Even without looking, I could sense Zander's presence beside me. The air seemed to tingle with his proximity, and the enticing manly scent that was uniquely his made it nearly impossible to rein in my desires. I felt a subtle shift in the bed, his movements sending ripples through the sheets, and then the warmth of the covers enveloped me, cocooning me in their embrace.

Gripping the covers tightly, I pulled them up to my chin, the fabric offering a sense of security amidst the whirlwind of emotions. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing, each inhale and exhale a lifeline as I tried to calm the storm within.

Unbeknownst to me, slumber claimed my consciousness, and I found myself surrendering to a comfort I hadn't experienced in years. The warmth of the bed embraced me, and the weight of worry seemed to drift away, leaving me in a cocoon of tranquility.

As the first light of morning pierced

through my closed eyelids, I stirred awake. To my surprise, I was met with the gaze of Zander, his deep blue eyes locked onto mine. A soft smile curved my lips, a mixture of emotions passing between us. Inching closer, I nestled myself against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. With a contented sigh, I closed my eyes again, the pull of slumber tempting me once more, a newfound sense of peace settling over me.

Wait a minute! I was lying on his chest?! His chest?!

My eyes fluttered open as I blinked to clear the bewitching daze and looked up at him. In a drowsy haze, I realized I was nestled in his arms, his firm body pressed intimately against mine. His gaze was intense, a reflection of the emotions and desires that echoed within me, causing a nervous flutter in my chest. My breath hitched, caught in the intensity of the moment, and I unconsciously parted my lips, preparing to speak.

Before I could utter a single word, his lips crashed down upon mine, erasing any chance of forming an explanation about our intimate entanglement. A low, involuntary moan escaped me as his teeth grazed my lower lip, inviting his tongue to slip into my hungry mouth. In an instant, all rational thoughts and uncertainties

dissipated from my mind, sweel

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sensations that pulsed between us. His hunger for me was palpable, a fire that raged in his eyes as he held me with a possessive fervor, as though afraid I might vanish if he loosened his grip. Our kiss deepened, becoming a collision of raw desires and emotions. My hands explored every inch of his sculpted torso, aching to feel his bare skin against my fingertips. Frustration mingled with longing, and a muffled groan escaped me, swallowed by the fervent press of his lips against mine. His shirt became my target, and my fingers tugged at the fabric, a silent plea for him to shed the barrier between us.

 

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Sensing my urgency, Zander pulled away slightly, allowing me enough space to yank his shirt over his head and fling it haphazardly across the room. Our lips met once more, the kiss now imbued with an even greater urgency, a hunger that threatened to consume us both. The barriers were breaking down, not just the fabric of our clothes, but the walls of restraint that had held us back. With an almost impatient fervor, he tore my dress into two pieces, his eagerness undeniable.

His touch was electric, sending a jolt of sensation through me as his hand found my breast, grabbing it possessively. His fingers played with my nipples, twisting and pinching mercilessly. As his lips left mine, a trail of fervent kisses descended down my neck, each one drawing forth a gasp of pleasure from my lips. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped me when he focused his attention on my marking spot, sucking on it with a delicious intensity that ignited a fire within.

A craving, a need that had long simmered beneath the surface, finally found its voice in me.

"I want you, Zander," the words tumbled out, my desire dripping from each syllable. His urgency matched mine as he swiftly tore away my panties. In tandem, I worked on his sweatpants, my fingers finding purchase on the fabric and tugging them down his legs, taking his boxers with them. The discarded garments were forgotten on the floor as he moved closer, his body pressing against mine, the hard dick of him nestled between my thighs, a maddening tease against my wet pussy.

"Fuck!" A growl of frustration, laced with desire, reverberated from his throat. His eyes squeezed shut briefly as if battling the force of his own longing.

Abruptly, his eyes met mine, and the urgency was replaced by a hint of frustration.

"I don't have a condom," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. My eyebrow shot up in surprise, a mix of shock and disbelief coloring my expression.

"What? You used to have unprotected sex," the words tumbled from my lips, my tone laced with incredulity.

He frowned, his features hardening with annoyance.

"I hadn't had sex since we were separated," he asserted firmly, a quiet confidence underlining his words. The confidence of his!

"Liar!" I spat out, my anger surging forth as I pushed him away, but he remained steadfast, unmoved by my outburst.

"I am not a liar, Selena," his voice resonated with authority, his Alpha tone cutting through the charged atmosphere.

I couldn't let his words sway me, not after the wounds of betrayal that still lingered from our past.

"So you really want me to believe your lies when I know that you were not even faithful in our marriage when we were together?" I retorted, the bitterness of his infidelity still fresh in my memory. "What the fuck are you saying?" his brow furrowed, a mixture of confusion and defensiveness crossing his features.

"Yes, Zander. I know everything," I admitted, my gaze unflinching as it locked onto his.

"You know nothing, and spinning these tales is a specialty of yours," he scoffed, his tone tinged with skepticism.

"Really?! Then why did you grow distant when experienced those miscarriages?" I demanded, my voice shaking with a mixture of accusation and vulnerability. My Hips trembled as the painful memories of those lost pregnancies resurfaced like a storm within me.

"I didn't become distant, Selena," he replied, his words laced with a hint of anguish. His palms cradled my face gently as he looked into my eyes. "I was scared. I kept my distance from you because I

couldn't bear the thought of put net

you through that pain again. Iwas terrified of the idea of you becoming pregnant and losing another child because watching you grieve over our unborn baby's death shattered my heart into innumerable fragments," he confessed,

whispering as his eyes became a

mirror to the pain he had hidden.

His words blindsided me, a rush of surprise sweeping through me like an unexpected gust of wind. I stared at him, my astonishment evident, as if witnessing something entirely new and unanticipated.

"I was utterly helpless, Selena.

Bound by the necessity of an heir, I found myself praying to the moon Goddess day and night, begging for just one child. A single child would have meant an end to this

heart-wrenching cycle," he

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murmured, his voice heavy with the weight of his past struggles.

"Believe me, baby. Since you entered my life, there has never been anyone else for me. It has always been you, only you," he declared, his words hanging in the air like a fragile promise.

It was astonishing to hear such words from the Alpha known for his cool demeanor and rumored brutality. Here he was, baring his heart before me, a side of him that I had never fathomed.

"Why, Zander? Why do you care for me so deeply?" My words were laced with soft desperation, a plea to unravel the enigma of his feelings.

"Do you still not understand?" His voice seemed to hold a touch of disbelief and tiredness. "Can't you see how much I love you?" His words had a surreal quality, like

a dream that was either too good to be true or so fantastical that it couldn't possibly be real. Could I trust my senses to work properly?

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"I have loved you from the beginning, and I will continue loving you for eternity, Selena," his confession left me utterly speechless, my heart suspended between reality and the dreamlike tenderness he was revealing.

 

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"How... how would I know when you've never told me?" I countered, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and sorrow.

"You know, Selena, I'm not good at expressing my feelings. But I'm disappointed that you never felt it," Zander murmured, his voice carrying a note of sadness that tugged at my heartstrings.

I took a deep breath before responding, "This isn't my mistake, Zander. Every time we've been together, it's either been making love or discussing the Moonglow pack and our duties. You've never said those three magical words," I complained, innocence lacing my tone. "I accept my mistake," to my surprise, he admitted. "For all those missed moments, I want to say I love you, Selena. I love you so much." His words hung in the air, heavy with longing, before he pulled me into a deep, passionate, and almost hungry kiss. "I love you too, Zander. I've loved you all along," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes now glistening with unshed tears as I looked into his beautiful blue orbs.

"I know, my love. I know," he whispered back, his lips brushing against my eyes in tender kisses.

"You know?!" I choked on my emotions, a mixture of surprise and relief flooding over me.

"Yes, baby. You're so readable. I could see the love for me in your eyes every time I was with you," he declared, a soft smile playing on his lips. "And now that you're here, I don't need anyone else."

"But Avery?" I whispered, a pang of fear gripping my heart. The selfish part of me yearned for him, but...

"No, that was an alliance, and Avery understood. I'm going to break off that alliance. I can't marry her," he sighed against my lips. "I don't care what it takes, but I won't let you go, Selena, now that you're back," he announced, his words a promise that sent warmth spreading through me before he sealed his declaration with a fervent kiss.

In a sudden and unexpected move, he reared back before thrusting forward, completely filling me with one powerful motion. The force of it caught me off guard, stealing my breath away. I instinctively clutched onto his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin as he began moving inside me with a fervent rhythm.

Our lips met in a fierce kiss that carried the weight of years apart. The sensation of him inside me after all this time ignited a deep craving within me, a hunger for his presence that had long been suppressed. It was as if the floodgates of love had burst open, drenching us in an overwhelming tide of emotion. I could feel his love for me, a revelation that added a new layer of intensity to our union.

Amidst his moans, my name escaped his lips. His movements became slower, each thrust deliberate as if he was savoring every moment.

His voice was a mixture of desire and sorrow as he sighed, "I missed this, baby. I missed you. Why did you leave me?"

His gaze bore into mine, probing the depths of my emotions.

Memories of pain and longing

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surged through me, threatening to overshadow the present. I closed my eyes as a mixture of regret and inner turmoil washed over me. "No, don't close your eyes, Selena," he commanded with authority. "Keep them open. I want to see every emotion, every trace of love that we've missed all these years."

My heart ached at his words, and I met his gaze once again.

"I missed you, Zander," I confessed, my voice shaking as a vulnerable whisper. "Please, make love to me and help me forget all the pain."

"I will, my love. I will fuck you all day and night long until we both make up for all those missed nights we spent alone," he promised as he sealed my lips with his mouth.

His hips moved fiercely as he

slammed into me, inching deeper

with every thrust. His blue eyes, once bright and clear, now darkened with raw desire. Our connection held me captive, a spellbinding trance that intertwined our souls. A dow growl resonated from deep within him, a primal sound that signaled Lyon's presence taking over.

Emotions swirled within me, a tempest of need and longing that demanded release. In an instant, he shifted our positions, and I found myself straddling him, his length still deeply embedded within me. His voice, a fusion of his own and his

wolf's, urged me forward

"Ride me, my little mate," the words were a command laced with longing, and it pushed me to newfound heights of boldness.

I realized the power I held over the most dangerous and invincible Alpha in the world, and it fueled my desire even further. His hands slid to my hips and gripped them tightly, holding me where he desired, taking control of our lovemaking. "You feel so fucking good, little mate. That tight cunt feels incredible," he said with a grin.

"Oh! Zander, this is so good," I moaned, tilting my head back as I closed my eyes. His hand reached my pussy, expertly rubbing my clit.

I felt a tightening sensation inside me. He was knotting. As an Alpha's Knot, the pain was unreal yet it connected us more intimately.

He tilted his hips and thrust upward, forcing me to slam down onto his cock. The penetration went even deeper. He groaned loudly as his hands on my hips pushed me down onto him, his thick cock filling me once more, stealing my breath away. I was close. Just as I was nearly there, I felt his thumbs pull me open and press against my clit, swollen with need, making circular motions. My eyes flew open to see him staring up at me, his dark gaze fixed on my face, watching me intently.

"I want to feel you fucking come apart on my cock, my love. Don't hold back," he ordered, and it did something to me. His Alpha aura was dominating, making my body submit and follow his every demand.

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He circled the pad of his thumb over my sensitive nub, and that's all it took. I slammed down on his cock and leaned forward, riding him with a wildness I had never known in myself. My body felt like it was flying.

Overwhelmed by the sensation of the strongest orgasm I had had in years, I kissed him with all the need and desire I had for him. He kissed me back hard, bruising my mouth with his own need.

Rolling me over onto my back, Zander slammed into me, deep and fast, grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling it lightly, and tilting my head, exposing my neck to him. He sucked harder on my sensitive marking spot which felt like it was on fire. The loud growls and curses leaving his hot mouth made me sense he was inching closer to that sweet point of release.

My thighs quivered as the last of my orgasm shuddered through my body. I looked up into his face, focusing on those enchanting eyes that even now studied me as if he believed I was the most precious thing in the world.

He thrust his hips, filling me one last time, and then it was as if everything in the world fell still, except for the emotions swirling in his eyes. I watched as he came, spilling his seeds inside me. I was captivated by how different he looked now compared to the cruel and heartless Alpha king he had been before. Here, he was a gentle and caring lover.

Zander lowered his body against me, his head finding the crook of my neck. Our breathing matched, labored from utter exhaustion. I gently ran my fingertips over his back, feeling the dampness against my skin. At this moment, his muscles were relaxed as he recovered alongside me from our intense lovemaking.

I didn't know how long we lay there silently in each other's arms. Finally, he left the bed and picked me up in his strong arms.

"Wait! Where are you taking me?" I protested, wrapping my arms around his neck. "To the shower," he replied precisely. I blushed as his intention became clear.

He managed to open the bathroom door while holding me protectively in his arms. Gently, he set me down under the shower and turned on the water. Cold water cascaded down my body as Zander pressed forward, pinning me against the shower wall. His hungry mouth claimed my lips, his hands firm on my hips as he lifted me.

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

With a forceful thrust, Zander entered me easily, filling me completely. I was already wet and ready for him.

"Goddess! Baby, I can't get enough of you. You feel like heaven around my dick," he whispered against my lips. I moaned, kissing him passionately. I couldn't get enough of him either.

His movements grew urgent, and he slid a hand between us, caressing my belly before stopping at my sensitive nub.

"Zander!" I moaned, my head falling back against the shower wall. Zander's mouth found my nipple.

"Yes! Baby, scream my name louder. I want you to come on my dick while moaning my name," he groaned as he sucked my nipple harder.

"Fuck!" I gasped as I came, my release splashing over his cock.

With a powerful and forceful motion,

he plunged deep inside me, the intensity of his thrusts sending

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waves of pleasure coursing my body. Three more thrusts followed, each one driving us closer to the edge until he finally spilled himself into me, a culmination of our shared desire.

We remained intertwined, his dick filling every inch of me as he held

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me close, offering a moment of solace after the exhilarating climax. His grip was firm yet tender, allowing me to catch my breath and regain my composure. The air was thick with the echoes of our heavy breathing, our heartbeats in perfect synchrony as if the world around us had ceased to exist.

After a few minutes of basking in the aftermath of our mind-blowing sex, he guided me to a soothing shower. As the water cascaded over us, he washed me. Once clean, he

enveloped me in a fluffy white towel, cocooning me in warmth and

tenderness.

Back in the room, I surveyed the torn shreds of my clothes, a reminder of our passionate lovemaking.

Sensing my distress, Zander's voice broke through, "Selena, stay here. You don't need to go anywhere. Just stay with me."

My hands cupped his strong jaw as I met his gaze. He was undeniably hot and gorgeous, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.

"Zander, we can't let the culprits discover that we're back together. We must adhere to the plan," I responded, emphasizing the importance of discretion.

"We'll find an alternative solution, but my heart refuses to let you go," he confessed, his arms wrapping around me possessively, pulling me into an embrace that spoke of an unbreakable bond. His words melted my heart, and I felt a surge of affection for him.

"It's only a matter of one more day, and then this ordeal will be behind us," I reassured him, planting a tender kiss on his lips.

He nodded, sealing his agreement with a deep, passionate kiss. Eventually, he retrieved my clothes from my room, allowing me the space to get dressed. Once clothed, I left Zander's room.

Chapter 537

Silently, I slipped back into my room, the early morning light casting a gentle glow across the space. The stillness of the hour ensured that there were no prying eyes to question my movements. As I stepped inside, a sense of eerie normalcy greeted me. My room appeared untouched as if the events of the previous night were mere figments of my imagination. Zander had my room settled to its previous condition.

But try as I might, I couldn't erase the haunting image of Lola's blood-covered body from my mind.

Perching myself upon the bed, I contemplated the next step of my plan. My duties in the kitchen would soon demand my attention. But I had a few moments to collect my thoughts.

A gentle knock broke the concentration, rousing me from my contemplation. With

slow and measured steps, I crossed the room and swung the door open. Blair stood before me, her face etched with a combination of fear and concern.

She spoke, her voice laced with regret, "Selena, are you alright? I wanted to come to you last night, but Zander had every pack member confined to their rooms." Offering a reassuring smile, I replied, "It's alright, Blair. I'm fine."

Her response was tinged with a touch of sorrow, "I'm relieved to hear that you're safe. But it's disheartening to think that a rogue managed to infiltrate the packhouse." I shook my head, my conviction unwavering, "Blair, it's not as simple as that. There's a traitor among us, someone within the pack who allowed them entry."

A gasp escaped Blair's lips, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Goodness gracious! Could it really be true? If that's the case, then no one within the packhouse is truly safe."

Seeking to ease her fears, I spoke in a hushed tone, "Fear not, Blair. Security measures have been redoubled. The head of security has taken swift action, reassigning guards and initiating an investigation. Everyone within the packhouse is now safeguarded. No unauthorized entry will be tolerated from this day forward." Though I longed to confide more, to share the information Zander had revealed, caution held my tongue. That secret was a fragile ember, one I couldn't afford to expose.

"Yes, you're right. I suppose they are now enacting heightened security protocols," Blair's expression brightened as a glimmer of hope took root in her thoughts. I chose to nod assuringly, holding back further details.

"Selena, there's something I need to share with you about Maddox," she began, her words laced with hesitancy as if tiptoeing around a fragile subject. "He actually came to see me in my room," she shared tentatively, her gaze seeking mine as if searching for guidance. "What did he want?" I inquired with a sense of urgency as I leaned forward slightly, urging her to continue.

Her fingers fidgeted nervously, a telltale sign of her inner turmoil. Her voice wavered slightly as she responded, "He... he came to my room, and he explained his reasons for wanting us to reject each other." My brow furrowed.

"And what do YOU want?" I pressed, my gaze fixed intently on her.

Her gaze dropped to her fingers, a mixture of emotions playing out across her features.

She mumbled softly, her words almost lost in the air between us, "He believes that he can't abandon Emile, and I think, deep down, he might be right. Despite what he did to me, I can't bear to tear them apart. So, I've decided to accept his rejection." A poignant pause hung between us, the weight of her words sinking in like a heavy stone. Her voice, so full of resolve yet tinged with vulnerability, quivered as she uttered the final sentence.

"Blair, you should be immensely proud of yourself," I praised sincerely as my voice carried a warmth that mirrored the genuine pride in my heart. Without hesitation, I drew her into a gentle yet reassuring embrace.

"You're truly the embodiment of strength, Blair," I murmured softly, my eyes glistening as if my heart were feeling her pain.

She returned the hug with a fervent grip as if seeking solace and strength. The waves of emotions that pulsed through her were palpable, a turbulent sea of conflicting feelings. It took an immeasurable amount of courage to defy the pull of a fated mate, to choose a path divergent from what destiny had seemingly decreed. "Remember, Blair, I'll always be here for you," I murmured softly.

Blair's acknowledgment was a subtle nod against my shoulder that conveyed her feeling even as her gaze shied away from meeting mine. I understood the unspoken depth of her emotions, recognizing the turmoil that surely swelled within her. While I knew that her eyes likely glistened with unshed tears, I yearned to shield her from their release. Her resolve was admirable, and if she had steeled herself for this path, I was determined to help her remain resolute.

As her form withdrew from our embrace, her voice brushed against the air, carrying with it a whisper of gratitude.

"Thank you, Selena," she breathed with the tears cascading down her cheeks. Her restraint had finally crumbled, the dam that held back her emotions giving way. "Oh, Blair!" I shook my head subtly as I gently brushed away the moisture that marred her skin.

Her pain resonated deeply with me; the memory of my own heartache still lingered vividly. The shared understanding of her plight only intensified my longing to shield her from further sorrow. I knew how hard it was to reject the person you loved deeply. Before our moment of shared sorrow could fully envelop us, an insistent knock pierced the air, dispersing the weight of our emotions like morning mist under the sun's touch.

"I will answer the door," I conceded, my gaze lingering on Blair who was now wiping her eyes and steadying her breath.

Drawing a fortifying breath, I turned my attention to the door, a flicker of surprise dancing within my eyes as Damon's form materialized on the other side.

The presence of another at this early hour was unexpected, prompting an involuntary mumble of his name. "Damon?"

His urgency was palpable, evident in

the way he closed the gap between us and enveloped me in an embrace that caught me off guard. Startled by the unexpected contact, I soon extricated myself, creating a small measure of distance between us. His words tumbled forth, a symphony of relief and concern intermingled. "Selena! I'm so relieved to find you unharmed. Thank the heavens."

"Yes, Damon, I'm alright. Thank you," I said as my reply was infused with a half-smile.

"Good morning, Blair," Damon's voice greeted as his gaze noticed Blair's presence in the room.

"Good morning, Damon. I was just about to leave," Blair responded with a polite smile.

"No, please stay," I urged, my hand gently clasping hers to stall her retreat. Her eyes briefly flickered between us, a momentary hesitation evident.

"Oh, no, really. I wouldn't want to

intrude or be a third wheel between

а

you two. I'll leave to give you some privacy," she stated, her gaze lingeringon Damon before she nodded and departed, the closing of the door a solemn punctuation to not safe

her exit. "Selena, you're not

here," his voice carried a note of

desperation. "I can sense the

danger. I won't allow you to remain

here any longer. Come with me.

Leave this place behind."

"Prince Damon, your concern is touching, but I can't simply abandon my duties. There's a job I must fulfill here," I explained.

"To hell with your job. I won't let you face this danger alone. Selena, come with me," he insisted, and his frustration was palpable, an undertone of urgency infusing his response.

"This is entirely illogical. Why would I simply uproot my life because of vague warnings?" I muttered under my breath with frustration as I walked toward the window, seeking momentarily escape from the tension in this room.

The sound of his exhalation reached my ears before his presence materialized behind me. The touch of his fingers on my shoulder turned me toward him. His gaze bore into mine, carrying an intensity that drew my attention like a magnet.

"I was terrified when I heard about the murder in your room. The thought of what could have happened..." He took a shuddering breath, his voice breaking slightly. His grip tightened, fingers kneading into my shoulder. "You have no idea how precious you are to me." His confession caught me off guard, and I took a step away from him. I never saw this coming. I thought he was flirtatious.

"Prince Damon, you're taking this far too seriously. I assumed your advances were merely..." My words trailed off as he cut me off, his gaze unyielding and his determination evident.

"I am very serious, Selena," he declared, his tone unwavering as eyes holding mine with an intensity that brooked no denial.

I felt the weight of his sincerity

pressing upon me, and I found

myself grappling for the right words

to convey my feelings without

causing any further

misunderstanding. "Damon, please understand, I don't know what might have led you to believe otherwise, but I assure you, any semblance of interest was merely politeness. You're a guest here, and I was being courteous. Please don't misconstrue my intentions," I implored in a voice carrying a blend of earnestness and regret.

He shook his head.

"No, Selena, you're mistaken. You never misled me, but there's something important I need to tell you," he asserted, his features softening into a more sincere expression.

My brows furrowed as I sought to comprehend his words, curiosity mingled with caution.

"I'm all ears," I replied as I prepared to listen.

Before our conversation could delve deeper, the abrupt intrusion of Eden's sharp voice shattered the fragile moment.

"Selena!!!"

With an apologetic look, I turned to face Damon as I addressed, "I'm sorry, Damon, but I have to go. Kitchen duties have started."

His nod was accompanied by a hint of disappointment.

"I'll... see you later," I murmured, unsure of what else to say in the face of the lingering tension between us.

"Later, Selena. Because we haven't finished talking yet," he stated with an air of seriousness, his words lingering like a promise as he exited my room.

 

Chapter 538

Sensual Interrogation *Selena*

As I stepped into the kitchen to carry out my duties, an unsettling feeling immediately enveloped the room. The atmosphere seemed far from normal. A distinct absence lingered, a void left by Lola's departure. The Omegas regarded me with disdain as though I held some responsibility for Lola's untimely demise.

I, too, missed her dearly; her sudden death was a wound that hadn't yet healed. Lola had been more than a friend, a sisterly figure with an unparalleled sweetness.

Avery and Eden's expressions were far from welcoming. Their glances conveyed a palpable unhappiness as if my presence there was undesirable. Eden deliberately assigned me an array of arduous and extra chores, attempting to keep me

preoccupied. Despite the hardship, I needed to see it through. Time was slipping away, and the urgency of my next move pressed upon me. Eventually, lunchtime came and went, and the kitchen was finally clean. A rare moment of tranquility settled upon me.

During breakfast and again at lunch, I noticed Zander seated at the table. Yet, he maintained his customary cold and distant demeanor. According to our devised plan, he acted indifferent, preserving the appearance that nothing had changed between us. As Maddox departed with Zander after lunch, I subtly signaled Emile to follow me discreetly to the storeroom.

Closing the door behind us, Emile couldn't help but inquire, "What's the matter?" With precision, I delivered the news, "The task is complete."

Her eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and elation. "You mean...?!" she trailed off, awaiting confirmation.

I nodded, a sense of accomplishment settling over me. "Yes."

In a voice stripped of emotion, she inquired further, "Where is the data?" "I have it with me," I responded succinctly as Emile's gaze bore into me. "Hand it over," she demanded impatiently, her tone edged with urgency.

"Emile, this information is highly confidential. Therefore, I intend to deliver it only to your boss," I declined firmly, my head shaking in a resolute manner.

"Pass me the data, and I'll ensure it reaches the boss," Emile retorted with a scowl etched across her face.

"No, Emile. I can't place my trust in you," I replied curtly, a slight smirk playing on my lips. This was the push I needed - to rile her up and provoke a reaction.

"How dare you?" she snapped, her anger flaring. That was the tipping point I aimed for, hoping she would lose her temper and let slip her secrets.

"It's not a matter of blame, Emile. The simple truth is, I can't rely on your word. If you're capable of deceiving your own pack and even the alpha, then there's no guarantee you won't deceive others. What if you decide to sell this crucial data to a third party? My safety would be at risk," I reasoned calmly, a nonchalant shrug accompanying my words. "I'm not willing to take that chance. I'll entrust this information only to the boss."

Emily's gaze bore into me, her eyes narrowing in a glare. The tension in the room was palpable as I patiently awaited her response.

"Fine," she huffed in frustration, annoyance evident in her tone. "I'll arrange a meeting with him."

"When?" I retorted swiftly, my curiosity piqued.

"Tonight!" she whispered, her voice laced with irritation.

The ease with which she gave in surprised me. So, tonight I was going to find out who was behind all this. However, it could mean one more thing - the mastermind orchestrating all of this was within our pack, living among us.

"Alright then," I responded in a tone stripped of emotion. I needed to inform Zander about this development.

Emile was about to leave when a sudden realization struck me, prompting me to halt her in her tracks.

"Wait, Emile! Did you send that rogue to kill me last night?" I queried, tilting my head and scrutinizing her with a skeptical gaze.

"What?!" She furrowed her brow in confusion. "Why on earth would I do something like that?" Her words came out in a sharp bite.

"I can't fathom your intentions, can I?" I snapped back, frustration tinting my voice. "Listen, Selena! I hold no personal grudges against you. Taking your life wouldn't align with our plan. We understand that you're the only one capable of retrieving the data for us. So, it's illogical for us to want you dead," she explained desperately, her words carrying a sense of urgency.

Her reasoning made sense, and yet, the puzzle pieces still didn't quite fit together. Why, then, had someone dispatched a rogue to attack Lola in my room? An unsettling feeling gnawed at me, a sense that there was more to this situation than met the eye. "Be ready with the data. Tonight, I'll escort you to the boss," Emile instructed firmly before making her exit.

Now, the immediate task was to locate Zander and convey this crucial revelation to him - that we were on the brink of unmasking the mastermind behind it all. However, the challenge lay in how to approach him without arousing suspicion, as he was rarely alone. With my heart racing audibly, I mustered the courage to send a text message to Zander.

*It's urgent.*

Impatience gripped me as I stared at my phone, my lips nervously caught between my teeth. I pondered whether he had even seen my message amidst his responsibilities.

To my surprise, a reply arrived swiftly.

*Come to my office.*

Staring at his text, I felt each heartbeat resonate louder, each pulse echoing in my chest. Despite the risks involved, I mustered the determination to proceed and meet him. The journey to his office seemed both eternal and fleeting, a mixture of anxiousness and excitement churning within me.

As I arrived outside his office, a wave of both trepidation and eagerness washed over me. To my surprise, the office appeared empty, devoid of anyone's presence. Just before I could muster the courage to knock on the door, Zander swung it open, and there he was, standing before me.

"Hey," I greeted with a shy smile, my cheeks flushing as memories of our intense lovemaking in the morning flooded back.

"I missed you, baby" his voice was a tender whisper as he drew me inside and locked the door behind us.

Without any delay, he enfolded me in his arms, a deep inhalation signifying his longing. The proximity between us was intense, our bodies fitting seamlessly together, leaving no space for even a breath of air to pass. His heart pounded against my chest, the rhythm of his desire palpable. Strong, muscular arms encircled

me, a grip both possessive and fervent. His face buried into my neck as he inhaled deeply. I felt his body relax instantly.

"Ah, Zander, it's a bit tight," I voiced a slight whine, his embrace almost bordering on painful in its intensity.

"I apologize, my love," Zander

chuckled hesitantly, his voice carrying a hint of remorse. "I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you at the breakfast table," he confessed, his gaze admitting to an observance that hadn't escaped his notice The urge to kiss you during lunch was almost unbearable. And now, with you in my arms, every desire I've held back since this morning when you left my room is overwhelming me," his words brushed against my ear, laden with a dangerously seductive tone. His eyes bore into mine, their depths darkening with a raw hunger that was impossible to ignore.

He effortlessly lifted me off the ground, his strong arms cradling me as he crossed the room and gently deposited me onto the table. With a single sweeping motion, he cleared away the items that cluttered its surface, The clattering of objects hitting the floor sent a shiver down my spine, but Zander's unwavering focus on me erased any other thought from my mind. His hands began a deliberate journey, tracing the contours of my legs and causing my dress to ride up as he moved. I couldn't help but bite my lip, my breath hitching in response. The sensation of his seductive touch was overwhelming, causing a damp heat to form between my thighs.

His touch paused at my thighs, gripping them firmly before parting them. A gasp escaped my lips as I wondered what he had in mind.

"Zander!" I moaned, my voice a mixture of anticipation and desire.

"Hmm?" he responded, his deep voice a resonant echo of my own need.

"There's something I need to tell you," I managed to pant out, my breaths growing heavier as his fingers drew nearer to the edge of my panties.

"Tell me, my love," his whispered words held a sense of intimacy, his eyes locked onto mine as if he could see into the depths of my thoughts.

I swallowed, my lips dry as I licked them in a nervous gesture.

"I spoke with Emile... Ah!" The words caught in my throat as his hand slipped inside my panties, his touch immediately setting my senses ablaze.

"What did you discuss with her?" he inquired, his seductive prowess carrying an undertone of interrogation.

"I... I told her," I stammered, my head falling back as a rush of pleasure cascaded through me. "I will only entrust this data to her boss."

"Oh, goddess!" I gasped, feeling a sudden snap as my panties were torn away in an instant.

"And?" he prompted, his fingers teasing my sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

"She agreed. Ah!!!" I cried in a voice that was a mixture of pleasure and surprise as he plunged two thick fingers into me, my pussy still sensitive from our earlier encounter. "You've done an incredible job, my love," he groaned, his fingers moving skillfully within me. "And for that, you deserve a reward." With that declaration, he knelt

before me, his head disappearing between my thighs as a new wave of intense sensation enveloped me.

 

Chapter 539

You Have Spoiled Me For Any Other She-wolf You Have Spoiled Me For Any Other She-wolf *Selena*

He moved one of my legs over his shoulder, and his warm lips pressed against my wet area. His kisses ignited a shiver through me, intensifying the dampness between my thighs. Sensations of moisture trickling down my skin heightened as he continued his actions. His tongue traced a long path, and as he glanced upwards, his gaze locked onto mine. The sight of him on his knees, pleasuring me, added to the heat of the moment. Gradually, he enclosed my clit between his lips, sucking with fervor that caused my eyes to shut involuntarily, overwhelmed by pleasure.

My legs wavered, and I clung to his shoulder for support.

"Open your eyes, baby," he growled, making me submit to his desire. My eyelids lifted, finding him pleasuring me as if it was his utmost duty.

His half-lidded eyes burned with desire, his lips glistening with my arousal. Nuzzling into my wetness, he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of my desire. His tongue resumed its exploration, diligently licking every inch of me.

Sucking on my intimate folds, his actions provoked me to writhe and toss my head in ecstasy. "Keep your gaze on me, Selena, as I eat your pussy," he demanded. The sound of my name in his commanding tone had a captivating and different allure.

His words pushed me to the brink. My breaths grew heavy, my stomach coiling with anticipation. He focused on my folds while simultaneously inserting a finger into me, skillfully manipulating my innermost core. The sensation was intense; his finger was thick, stretching my tight opening. The initial discomfort morphed into a potent pleasure that enveloped my entire being.

He introduced another figure into my aching vagina, causing a breath to escape my lips in a surprised gasp. The sensation was overwhelming as if every inch of me was already perfectly satisfied and without an inch to spare. With deliberate intent, he tilted his head upward to meet my gaze.

"Now, I'll be adding yet another finger," he announced, his voice a blend of assertion and request. His eyes held mine, demanding an unbroken connection as he continued, "Keep your focus on me as I fuck you with my fingers."

His words sent a shiver through me, a mix of anticipation and trepidation. It seemed nearly implausible, as I was already stretched by the presence of his two robust fingers. I yearned to ask him a question, to inquire about the feasibility of this endeavor, but time slipped away as his intention came to fruition. Another digit was introduced within me, accompanied by a momentary pang of discomfort. However, he skillfully manipulated his fingers, orchestrating a dance that transformed the initial discomfort into a crescendo of pleasure. My voice caught in my throat, the words I sought to utter dissolved into a soft moan as he buried his face against my most intimate place. His fervent attention to my clit was a surge of sensation that built rapidly. He sucked hard, and I shattered within his embrace. Ecstasy cascaded through me as I exploded, my cum spilling onto his waiting mouth. His ministrations persisted, his fingerwork unwavering and moving into me fiercely until the tide of my climax began to ebb.

As a semblance of serenity settled over me, he extracted his fingers with a gentle precision. At that moment, I lay saturated with a profound sense of contentment. I was happy and content to have him for myself. He was mine!

Mine!

As my eyelids lifted, the sight that met me was him hurriedly undoing his belt, a palpable impatience in his actions. His eyes had taken on a shade of red akin to the fiery intensity reflected in Lyon's countenance, mirrored on Zander's face. A surge of nervousness entwined with exhilaration knotted within me; I could hardly wait to feel him within me.

Nervously, I swallowed, my apprehension and eagerness tangling together, creating a whirlwind within me. The anticipation was electric, a heady mix of emotions that surged through me as I gazed at him.

My eyes widened as his sizable cock sprung free from the confines of his boxers. The memory of his substantial size had nearly slipped my mind amidst the haze of morning lust. But here, bathed in the luminous light of his office, he stood in all his full stature, and I could discern every intricate detail of his physique.

He took hold of my legs, guiding them around his waist as he thrust forcefully. A cry was wrenched from me, my head falling back against the table, overcome by the intensity of his movements. Zander leaned closer, his body hovering above mine, his lips tantalizingly close to mine.

"What have you done to me?" he groaned, his voice tinged with a desperate longing. "Why can't I ever have enough? The more I have you, the more insatiable I become." His words were a raw confession, muffled by the searing kiss he pressed upon my lips. His hunger was palpable, his body still buried within me, as if he yearned to remain connected as fiercely as I did. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails inadvertently scratching his back, an unexpected surge of pleasure rippling through him, evident in

the hiss that escaped him as he bit down on my lip. Then I felt him again knotting inside me. I cried as it was always painful in the beginning. His eyes darkened, causing me to forget to focus on anything else but him.

"Sweetheart, you feel so fucking good," he gasped, his breath ragged as he withdrew slightly before surging forward with an intense thrust.

His hands deftly lowered the strap of my dress, baring my breasts to his gaze. He kneaded and caressed them, his fingers expertly pinching my nipples, igniting a symphony of pleasure within me that culminated in a passionate scream.

"Selena," he rasped, his voice laden with a mixture of need and admiration. "You've ruined my dick for any other she-wolf. My cock responds only to your voice, your touch, and the memory of you. It yearns for no one but you," he declared, his words carrying a primal intensity that matched the rhythm of his faster, deeper thrusts.

Ecstasy coursed through me, a

symphony of sensations as his words washed over me. The realization that his declarations were genuine sent a surge of happiness. radiating through my being. To know

that I held such power over ek

dominant Alpha king was

intoxicating beyond measure, it was me who could bring him to his knees. His movements grew more urgent, a testament to the mounting tension that gripped us both. Pleasure and desire melded into

one, and I could feel my climax approaching like an unstoppable tide.

"Zander," I gasped, my voice a breathless plea, "I'm coming."

"Come for me, baby," he commanded, his tone a mixture of authority and longing. "Come onto my cock."

His words were like an electric jolt, igniting the final spark that set off a series of explosive sensations. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as I succumbed to the pleasure.

With a guttural groan, Zander

followed suit, the intensity of his

release mirrored in the frenzied

rhythm of his movements. He spilled his seeds inside me, and the hot wave sent a signal of satisfaction to my heart. In the aftermath, we lay entangled in each other's arms, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths still ragged. The table upon which our passion had been ignited became a haven for our spent

forms.

After a few minutes, when our breathing had steadied, Zander gently helped me to sit on the table. His touch was tender as he adjusted my dress. However, amidst the tenderness, I blushed as I noticed him pick up my torn panties from the floor and tuck them into his pocket. It was a revealing gesture, a display of his newfound possessiveness that he hadn't previously exhibited so openly.

"Emile is taking me to her boss," I began, choosing to resume our discussion now that we had both descended from the heights of our shared climax. The air was heavy with the remnants of intimacy, but the matter at hand demanded attention. "I'll be right behind you. You won't be alone," he assured me, his tone firm and unwavering.

I nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and determination. As time passed, Zander reluctantly released me from his arms and let me return to the pack house. I bided my time, waiting for the night to cloak my movements.

Being true to her words, Emile came and motioned me to follow her. In the shroud of darkness, she led me on a secretive path, a journey to encounter her boss. Though I couldn't see him, I knew Zander was shadowing my every step. As I approached the linchpin of this conspiracy, the rhythm of my heart quickened. Each step I took seemed to amplify the anticipation that churned within me.

Emile eventually halted in front of a house nestled at the farthest end of the village. My heart pounded so loudly that I half expected it to leap from my chest. My gaze was drawn to the door that separated me from the mastermind. The threshold stood as a barrier, a gateway to unveiling the identity of the one behind this scheme to dismantle the werewolf community.

With a secret key in hand, Emile

unlocked the door, revealing a room

drenched in dim illumination. A

shadowy figure adorned in a suit occupied the space. Familiarity tingled at the edge of my senses, but

I couldn't place it yet. As he turned to face me, the truth unfurled before me like a tapestry, and shock, followed by disbelief, gripped me in its icy embrace. My eyes widened, attempting to reconcile the unexpected revelation that stood before me.

Chapter 540

Damon's face turned pale, his eyes reflecting shock and disbelief. Before anyone could process the situation, Zander emerged from the shadows, standing tall before Damon. His soldiers followed suit, swiftly converging to encircle Damon and Emile. Damon's features hardened as he shot me a cold, piercing look and then turned his glare toward Zander. Before we could delve further into our impending interrogation, a voice filled with anguish reached our ears, diverting our attention to its source.

"Emile, you are one of them?!" Maddox gasped, shock and disbelief evident in his expression as he looked at Emile.

His face displayed the pain of betrayal.

"M.. Maddox," Emile stammered, her eyes widening in horror.

"I can't believe you're with the enemy," Maddox roared, his rage palpable.

"I... I can explain it to you," Emile pleaded desperately. I was surprised by her audacity. What would she explain it to Maddox who had devoted his whole life to this pack?

"What explanation do you have, Emile? Because nothing can justify your betrayal toward my pack," Maddox bellowed.

Emile lowered her head as a group of guards approached and placed her under arrest.

"I, Maddox Redwood, the beta of The Moonglow Pack, reject you, Emile Fletcher, as my chosen mate," Maddox's furious voice reverberated in the surroundings. "Accept it and reject me, Emile," he ordered, his voice commanding.

"No! Maddox," Emile pleaded, desperation evident in her tone. "Please! Give me a chance."

"Emile, if you had betrayed me, I might have found a way to forgive you. But this

betrayal is not just against me-it's against my pack, the land I hold sacred, the life I've dedicated myself to. There's no absolution for a sin of this magnitude," his voice was gritty, a mixture of pain and determination. "Accept my rejection," he repeated with a chilling finality, his face a mask of cold detachment that barely concealed the turmoil within.

I swallowed hard as I knew how it felt to reject your mate, chosen or fated. It would break you inwardly as the pain was unbearable.

"Emile!" he growled, his anguish mixing with frustration.

"I, Emile Fletcher, accept your rejection, Beta Maddox Redwood," Emile said, her voice steady despite the turmoil. The guards began to lead her away.

I moved quickly to Maddox's side, seeing the dampness in his eyes. I rubbed his back, trying to offer what little comfort I could.

"I'm alright, Selena," he murmured, his gaze locked on me, determination returning to his expression.

"So, the Vampire Prince, the peace pact was just a front for your trick to distract us while your real intentions were something else. You used a key member of my pack and attempted to gather crucial security details of the North. Your crime is grave. You'll be held in prison until the trial," Zander declared with the commanding air of an Alpha king.

I was surprised to see that Damon didn't protest against Zander's verdict. Instead, he observed me with a mix of emotions in his eyes while the guards began to escort him away.

"Selena, you are with the wrong man. You're my mate. My Arabella!" Damon's voice echoed, causing Zander to emit a low, fierce growl.

"Stop lying! You don't dare play that card again. No one will believe you," Zander snarled, his irritation evident.

"Selena, you have to believe me. I'm

speaking the truth. You were my queen, Arabella, in your past life, and we are soulmates destined to be together in every life. Fate has led us to meet again, and you're here before me after I searched for you alhover the world," Damon revealed unexpectedly, his words hanging in the air.

"Damon, I'm not sure I understand what you're saying, but I don't sense any kind of connection with you," I said, my head shaking in confusion as I addressed him.

"That's because you don't possess a wolf. Without one, you can't

experience the bond. But once I turn you into a vampire, you'll feel what I've been feeling for you. You belong to me, Selena," he asserted with unwavering conviction.

In the blink of an eye, Zander appeared near Damon, his hand clenching around Damon's throat with a furious intensity. His claws elongated as they began sinking into Damon's pale skin. My horrified gasp caught in my throat. Zander couldn't kill

Damon outright. The laws dictated that we had to go through trials first, followed by a counseling session to determine the appropriate punishment. "Alpha, you can't end his life like this," Maddox intervened, attempting to pull Zander away from Damon's grip. But Zander didn't leave Damon.

"Please, Alpha," Maddox pleaded urgently, and at last, Zander released his hold on Damon's neck, his anger still palpable.

"Take him away and confine him to the highest-security cell," Maddox instructed the guards, his tone commanding as he guided Zander away from Damon.

"You're mine, Selena!" Damon's voice rang out, filled with a mix of desperation and assertion.

"We're fated to be together, and no force can tear us apart!" he yelled as the guards struggled to drag him away from the scene.

Stunned and rendered speechless by his outburst, I stood frozen. I had no idea why he was proclaiming such things or whether there was any truth behind his words.

Zander's gaze bore into me, his eyes reddening with what seemed like a battle to control his emotions. He demanded answers without uttering a word, his silent intensity enough to make my heart race.

"I don't have any answers, Zander. I can't say for certain what he meant by saying it.

But I can tell you that I don't feel anything for him," I admitted honestly, my grip

tightening on his hand as I looked at him with earnestness. My eyes pleaded with him to believe my sincerity.

His expression softened, the vibrant blue of his eyes returning as the fiery red receded. He drew me into his arms, holding me close as if afraid to let go.

"You're mine, Selena. This time, I won't let you slip away," he declared, his tone serious and unwavering.