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 POVIf anything, I was glad that Tristan was with Marco and I when Cian showed up. I knew I couldn't take him, neither could Marco. And knowing Cian, he didn't show up to check up on me. He wanted to finish what he had started in the forest that night. I sat in my bed silently, watching the healer check my pulse. Whatever she was doing or going to do with my pulse, I had no idea. But thinking back on that day, Cian rather let Tristan push him out of the house so easily. Cian would never tolerate such humiliation, unless he had a plan B. My heart skipped a bit at the thought of Cian having a plan B about how Tristan had treated him, and I began to wish otherwise. It might have been better, had Tristan not been around during Cian's visit. These thoughts for the past few days had taken a huge hold on me, sipping deep into my subconscious, evening creeping into my dreams. I had had scary dreams where Cian came back for Tristan. The detail of the dreams were far beyond imaginat
Vanya's POV"At work?" I bit into the cookie. Delish!! "I thought he said that he had it all covered by his Secretary and his employees.""We all know Marco to be a man who always wants to make sure things are as they ought to be. ""Typical Marco.""Typical Marco." She repeated taking a bite of the cookie in her hand. I slouched myself on the seat, staring at the chandelier, trying to clear my head my eyes wandered to the clock.10:00am.10:00am, I was fine, not traces of pain, this meant... I sat up straight. I could show my face at the company- show them that their boss who had been absent for a while was still alive."Is anything wrong?"I turned to Emilia, a smile on my face before getting up from the couch. "I think I'm going to go to work."Ad I was out of the sitting room, heading to my bedroom to get ready before she could talk to me about finishing my meds before going out.***Every department I passed by was more than happy to see me. Echoes of 'how are you now feeling', 'I
Vanya's POVI anticipated the end of my treatment knowing that I was going to see Tristan a day after it. My happiness showed in everything and in that moment, just like magic, I had forgotten all about everything that stressed me out these past few days."You're finally good as new." Maureen said with a smile that matched mine. My insides were already anticipating Tristan's visit tomorrow, leaping up and down at any thought that somehow linked to him. "You sure seem happy." Maureen cut me away from my deep thoughts. "That smile keeps getting wider." She added."Of course I'm happy." I replied, getting up from my bed. "My treatment's finally over." "I hardly doubt this level of happiness is due to the treatment finally being over." She gave me a side eye as she spoke while packing her equipment. Somehow, it was sad not to see her again."You know it's sad that I won't be seeing you again." I said to her trying to change the topic but meaning every word I said. "Yeah, me too. But you
Vanya's POVI spun in my seat, finally returning to work. Thanks to Tara, my work load wasn't that much of a hassle. Although I had a load of work on my table waiting eagerly for my response. A knock on my door interrupted my work."Yes?" Tara poked her head through the door before walking into the office, handing me a flash drive, alongside a brown envelope. "It's all you need to know about the events of the luncheon of the company's latest dish. " I groaned, slouching into my seat. "I saved the soft copy on the flashdrive, and also the hard copy in the envelope. In case you needed both." I straightened up, picking up the hard copy while pushing the flashdrive in her direction. If I wanted to get things done as fast as possible, at least most of the things, I had to begin this morning, here and now. "Thank you, I'll take this." I waved the envelope in her face, focusing my attention on my laptop and the documents on my desk. She bowed, understanding what I meant even though I didn
Vanya's POV"Hello bitch. " She cooed walking into my office like she owned the place. "You don't listen do you?""You have nothing better to do Josephine. Do you?" I asked her pointedly looking at the screen of my laptop, completely ignoring her. "Oh." I shot my head up from the laptop. "I was just thinking about you right now before you appeared. Was it some kind of magical connection or telepathic something? " I asked with a smile on my face. Her face was literal thunder. She had no smile whatsoever on her face. "You think I'm here to play with you don't you?" She questioned, maintaining the look of disgust mixed with anger on her face."Why are you here Josephine?" I asked her, turning back to my laptop not that I cared anyway. "What else do you think? Can't you just leave Cian alone?!" She's screamed with a high pitched voice. "Form the looks of things, Cian is the one disturbing me. I don't give a shit about him.""But you did, once.""Once Josephine." I said all this still l
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