Vanya's POVI walked into the house, the lights were still on meaning that someone was still up. "You're back late." Marco said when I closed the door behind me. "The event must have ended late." Somehow, to me, he sounded tired, weary and down."Yeah, it did." Actually, it didn't. Tristan and I had had dinner before he drove me home. I couldn't mention Tristan to Marco, or anyone else to prevent questions and mischievous smirks I didn't have the strength to answer. Taking off my shoes and dropping them at the entrance into the sitting room. "Where's Emilia and the kids?""Fast asleep in their rooms.""And why are you up so late?""Thinking." Oh! Sometimes, I forget that Marco was a billionaire who had to think and put things together in his head and physically for the good of his company. "About?""A lot Vanya." He exhaled. " A lot." When he said a lot, was whatever he and Emilia had been hiding from me part of it? And just like that? My curiosity came running back. "Is what you'v
Vanya's POV"It is. And you don't know that ma'am or anything about him. He's a monster and if I hadn't let him in, all of this...." I was already in tears."No, if I hadn't let him in in the first place, this wouldn't have happened. It's my fault.""Call an ambulance Tara. Fast." "I already called them." The sound of the ambulance outside was soon heard. I stayed with both of them, one conscious, the other unconscious and bleeding from the head. Please don't die. Please, I'm begging you. I tried raising him up to stop the bleeding but what if I did and caused more harm. And for the other that was conscious, whatever Cian had broken in him, I didn't know.Tara came running in, with the paramedics who were with their stretchers. They loaded both of them onto it and began leaving the company. I picked up my coat and my purse "I'll go with you." "No Tara. You stay here and take care of the company in my absence.""But...""That's an order." I rushed after the paramedics, the eyes of
Vanya's POVOut in the forest, I could freely shift so I let go of myself, shifting into my wolf. I shook my body, my fur moving and then relaxing. Raising my head up, I listened to the stillness of the night, finding solace in it. I closed my eyes, breathing in the night air, forgetting about the work I had piled up for me. Right now, the night was much more important to me than any work waiting for me at the office or at home.After listening to the stillness for some time, I sprinted into the forest, feeling the wind on my fur and loving every inch of it. I felt like a bird set free after years of captivity.After so long, I finally had this euphoric feeling.A hunger that could never be satisfied except by the freedom of the full moon. I slowed down, howling at the moon when another wolf came to stand in front of me. An alpha wolf at that. I stepped back, staring at it with precaution. Meeting an alpha wolf out on a full moon in a forest was far away from safe. It was dangerous.
Vanya's POVThe light in the room looked like directly gazing into the sun. Trying to blink the brightness away, I heard the sound of a towel being strained, and a cold cloth was placed on my head. Turning in the hand holding the cloth, I came face to face with Emilia."Hey. You've been out almost all morning." I blinked the sleep away from my eyes, trying to sit up. "Here " She took a hold of my shoulder and upper arm, helping me up."What happened?" I asked her checking the time on the bedside clock. 1:45pm. Had I slept this long? Why?"You don't remember?" I turned towards Marco who had been in the room the whole time, but I had failed to notice him."I...." Then it hit me. My ears ringing with such intensity that I had to cover my ears with my hands. Running through the forest with Cian chasing me. Him trying to forcefully mark me, and how I had miraculously overpowers him, ran home, jumped through my window into my room, only to find out that the window had been close by Marco wh
Vanya's POV "You don't seem to understand what happened to you Vanya." Marco said in the calmest voice ever. "That graze in your neck poisoned you. Your body's rejecting it, so it's like poison to you. And what does poison do?""I don't care about your theories. All I care about is my children being safe.""And they are safe." He placed his hands behind him, walking to where Emilia held me on the floor. "Did you think I hadn't thought about all these you are thinking about? You think I hadn't made provisions about it?""Provisions?" What was he talking about. "I had Emily and some others watch the children at school. They made sure to blend in as normal staff, so the children are safe."I heaved a sigh of relief, my heart finally being able to be at peace. "I'm sorry." I said to Emilia. "For yelling at you." "It's fine." She helped me to my feet, laying me back in the bed. "It's just a mother's love for her children." I had the pain in her voice as she said that, and I was annoyed
Vanya's POVFew minutes after he had made a call to his healer, she arrived. She gave me some medication to help with the fever and drowsiness, alongside the pain of the bruises and the tiredness of my bones."Thank you." I said to her, really grateful for her help. She bowed to me. "You shouldn't do that. I should be the one bowing.""It's a norm." Tristan said to me. "When someone thanks you, you bow. It's a way of saying you're welcome.""Oh..." The woman smiles at me, bowing again. I bent my head a little. "Well, thank you again."""Thank you Maureen." Tristan said to her. She also bowed, not speaking a word, and left the room."No offence, but is she dumb?" "No, she's not. She just prefers to do her duties without much talking. Sometimes, no talking at all, except when necessary.""Your pack is quite strange I must say.""We've been called worse than that. Trust me." His eyes travelled again to my neck that I had covered with the sweater. He made to say something again, but stop
TRISTAN'S POV"Vanya!" I ran towards her, past the man that had entered the house. "Are you alright?" I got to her side, raising her crouched body up."I'm fine." I touched her face, noticing a bump beginning to form on her forehead. I looked her in the eye, watching as her focus darted to the man that had just walked in. I turned towards him."Hello Marco." Then he turned to me. "You must be Tristan." I looked at him, hating the guts he had to walk into this house and bump the door of the owner into her face. How dare he? "Ah!" He exclaimed with a look I knew very well to be fake acknowledgment. "She," he pointed at Vanya who stood beside me. "Didn't tell you about me. " He tutted, shaking his head. "What a shame."I turned my gaze to Vanya, and for that second I looked at her, I noticed the tension in her face, her muscles. How she inched just a little bit closer to me and something clicked inside of me, pulling the pieces of the puzzle I had been trying to figure out together.Th
Tristan's POV "Do I look like I give a fuck?" I cocked my head to the side,dragging him and pushing him towards the door. "You won't leave politely, so let's get you out like the unwanted guest you are." Opening the door with a hand, to his surprise, I pushed him out of the house, no trace of a smile on my face."You don't stand a chance against me Tristan. You're a mere wolf, and I'm the strongest alpha...""In Europe. You said that the last time.." I nodded at him, taking a quick peek at Vanya and Marco who seemed like was it impressed, or surprised. He looked at Vanya, anger cursing through his nostrils. "Even if I don't succeed in marking you Vanya, I will..." "You will do nothing. Stay away from her and everything that concerns her." I slammed the door in his face, the same time with Vanya heaving a sigh of relief and Marco taking her in his arms. I watched the both of them, and seeing Vanya at peace made my heart leap with joy. If Cian was the reason for her unhappiness, then
VANYA'S POV"That's because all they know about is the initial gate and the border guards' buildings. You would have to go beyond those buildings to get to the main pack but most of them just stop at the entrance. So it's their fault for classifying me there. Not mine. " He shrugged as a gate opened on its own accord, letting us in. "It's works with DNA and personal info." He motioned to the gate. "If yours isn't stored, you can't get in.""Then how am I getting in right now?""Because... You're with me. Anyone with the alpha can get in. Stored or not stored." He killed the ignition as he drove into the garage that held more cars than I could count. I knew Tristan was rich and powerful and influential but not to this extent.I looked at him again, wondering how someone of such caliber could be so humble and down to earth and yet so powerful and dreaded, all at the same time. He got out of the car, coming to open the car door for me."Thank you," I whispered as I walked out, not tearin
Vanya's POV"My father died." I helped him complete the sentence. "Yeah. Marco isn't a friend type of person. It's good he found one." I smiled at both of them as Tristan and I continued walking further into the pack. Looking around one more, and taking in the buildings again, I asked. "But with these buildings, what more do you need?" "Actually..." He paused, his hands going to the back of his head like a child who was about to boast about something. "These are just the border guards' quarters." "What?" But my other words were cut off as we got to another gate I didn't know the pack had. A gate higher than the buildings we had just crossed. And when it was opened by the six guards that stood by it, two I remembered from my bodyguard encounter with Cian, everything round about me stilled. My eyes couldn't take in everything at once as it slowly moved from place to place, taking in the scenery. The laughter that sprang from children and women alike into the air. The smell of fresh
Vanya's POVEither a monkey or a piece of trash. As usual, even after all the torture, he was still proud and arrogant, and that was what Angel loved the most. His pride and arrogance because it was only then that the mental breaking would be fun for her. "Angel..." I called out as soon as I picked up the call. "Vanya!!!" She screeched, clapping her hands on the other side of the call. "I've missed you." "We talked less than a week ago." I reminded her. "I know, just play along okay?" Play along for what? "How are you and Tristan?" Was her next question. "Me and Tristan? We're good." "That's it?" Her voice was one of shock and utter surprise. "You're good?!" "Were you expecting to hear something else? " "Yes and no." She sighed. "By it fine. How's the preparation for the merge going?" "Well, Maureen is on her tiptoes doing most of the planning with Emilia. I'm doing the best I can although Tristan says not to worry about it... And well... Your father and Marco are being b
Vanya's POV "Hello, Stranger."I raised my head from my laptop where I had been reading the news to who stood at the door. My eyes widened as I leaped up from the seat walking towards her as she walked toward us. We embraced each other in a bone-crushing hug as if we hadn't been in the same hospital and seen each other a couple of times before I was discharged. I pulled away from the hug to take a good look at her and couldn't stop smiling. "You look... Oh my God!" She burst into laughter, throwing her hair back."And I can see that you've already gone into business mode." "Pfft! Oh please..." I groaned as we pulled away from the hug. "I've always been in business mode even back at the hospital." A big fat lie."As if." She scoffed, letting a smile peer over her lips before her attention worked itself to my laptop. "You seemed happy while viewing that." She pointed to it. "Good news?" She raised a brow, showing me that she knew what I had been looking at. I called to my desk, "If
Vanya's POVThat night, Emilia could finally go home with Marco and the kids. Marco offered to drop Tristan's dad which surprisingly he agreed and then they left leaving Tristan and I together.We laid in bed together, enjoying each other's presence without having to speak a word. The last time we had spent in bed played on repeat in my head. And it wasn't long before our hands began to wander each other's bodies. That night, I slept like a baby. I think it was the news that Cian had been taken care of but not even a single nightmare plagued me.I woke up to the sound of twittering birds and bright sunlight streaming into the room. It took sometime for my eyes to adjust to the light as I stretched myself out. I turned to the sight only to be greeted with a kiss on the forehead."Good afternoon." He mused smiling. "Congratulations, you slept through the entire morning." I smiled at that, ruffling his hair. He ruffles mine back, covering my face with it. My stomach growled in hunger."
Vanya's POV"You seem to have forgotten me." I froze then turned sharply to Tristan. I had forgotten him. I was so engrossed in studying Marco and Emilia and his dad that I had forgotten he was there. "I take it..." "You take nothing. " I said in a hurry, before exhaling. "I'm sorry I forgot you were here." I apologized with a smile. He nodded. "Do you want to get away from here or sit with the oldies and talk about old people things?" "I've missed you." That was enough answered for him. "We'll catch you later." He said to the three of them who had begun to laugh and enjoy each other's company all so fast. We left them, heading to the rooftop again. We giggled as we took the elevator to the last floor of the hospital and walked the stairs up the roof. Thankfully, the afternoon sun wasn't harsh today, so we stood in it rather than go to the shade that was built on the roof. He brushed away strands from my hair before he covered his lips with mine. The kiss was one of longing f
Vanya's POVNo word, nothing. I shook my head. "What about you?" I questioned. "You said your friend and partner, were separated for more than ten years yet you're here." "Well... He's an alpha." He replied making Emilia choke on her water, her eyes wide as she stared at him. It wasn't a surprise in her face. It looked like shock, almost like... The fear disappeared when she noticed I was looking at her. "He had alpha duties, as Vanya would say, to attend to, so he had to leave.""Sad," Emilia replied pouting. Marco glared playfully at her, going for the second box of pizza we hadn't opened. We both hit his hand, shooting daggers in his direction. "That's mine." I scowled. "Keep off.""But I haven't eaten.""That's because we never knew you'd return so early," Emilia spoke handing him the last triangle of thrones we were eating."How's this going to be enough." He grumbled "You don't want it?" We both asked him, reaching to grab it.He sucked in his breath to make a point. "I never
VANYA'S POV:Three days, and no sign of Tristan. Not even a phone call. I eyed my phone as I had lunch with Emilia. Marco had left in the morning to attend to business of some sort. Said it was a long-time friend and partner of his that had just flown into the country after more than ten years of separation and had a business offer to propose. So Emilia permitted him to leave. She had decided to drop off Andrew and Ryan at school this morning saying she wanted to speak to their teacher while I had had breakfast with Tara.As we kept eating, my eyes drifted to the phone once again, eyeing it uncontrollably. He said he wouldn't be gone for a week, but it was already three days into the Week. "If you miss him, you could just call," Emilia said to me, her attention still on her food. She had been the one with me all through the nights Tristan wasn't around. She had slept with me in the hospital while Marco prepared the kids, took them to school, and got them back from school. These three
Tristan's POV"No healer comes to see him throughout today," I spoke to the guards. "He doesn't eat for the next two days. And after those two days, feed him once a day." "You sure are taking my business into your own hands," Angel commented. "This is just for the meantime. You have him to yourself for all eternity. Do as you please." She grinned in response. As I stepped forward, Angel, Niko, the driver, my father, and the guards parted for me to pass through. The guard's gaze shifted from me to my hands. That was when I remembered that I hadn't wiped it on my handkerchief. I reached for my pockets but it wasn't there.. I had left it in the cell. Just then, my father handed his to me. I extended my hands to take it, but he held firm onto it, studying my face as if taking in every muscle movement, facial expression, and n. We stood there, the handkerchief in both our hands for almost seven seconds before he finally let go of it. I wiped my hands clean, tossing the handkerchief int