VANYA'S POV:My palms splayed across Tristan's chest, I could feel the hard muscle under his skin. For a moment I was stunned. This wasn't the body of just a normal office worker. They didn't have this amount of toned muscles, like he was a trained warrior. I pushed the shirt off his body he helped get out of it and throw it to the side. And my breath caught in my throat. My mouth watered as I stared at him. At the perfection that was this man. "Hey," His voice was soft.I looked up at him. "You're so handsome," I said with a soft giggle. I ran my hands across his chest and down his abs."You flatter me." He said softly.I could feel the mark on my neck pulsing. The mate mark. It felt so good, like endorphins were been pumped into my bloodstream. My body felt like it was on fire, a slow torturous heat that threatened to consume me whole. I want him. All of him.His eyes moved to my top, and I saw a flash of irritation in his eyes. His hand came up to my neck and touched the mark th
Vanya's POVHe removed himself from my breast with a filthy "pop" Sound that had blood rushing to my head. "You're soaking,""Don't say that!" I covered my face with my hands. "Don't say stuff like that!""But it's true." He took my hand and pulled it down. "you should see for yourself,"I gasped as my fingers grazed myself. My eyes widened and I looked at him, shocked and embarrassed, and at the same time impossibly turned on."Do you feel it?" He whispered, leaning down to kiss my lips briefly. "I haven't even done anything, and you're so wet already.""It's biology," I said.He burst out laughing. "Biology? Well I'd be damned. Lift your hips for me okay."I turned an even darker shade of red. "Don't say things like that." You're making me shy. Incredibly shy."My apologies," He said, in a tone that meant he wasn't sorry at all. I lifted my hips off the bed, unable to meet his eyes as he took my panties off. My eyes met mine in the mirror. My body, lithe and naked, and looking so s
Vanya's POV I watched as people trooped into the 'Marigold Afternoon of Lunches', an event held once every year that every food company looked forward to. This was where the luncheon of our newest dish was taking place. The weather was promising, so was the atmosphere and the people's happy chatters. "Going as planned." Tara sighs falling beside me. "It's all set." Acknowledging what she had spoken with a nod, my eyes moved to where our dish was set. We had decided to buy that space because of how into sight it was. It was the first dish everyone saw when they stepped into the hall. "I wish I could eat now." Tara groaned. "Not until all the food here is fully launched. " She groaned, slouching before raising herself up again. The place kept flooding with people who had come to taste the new dishes that were going to be released into the world today. It was a grand opportunity to find investors for the food company owners, and no one slept on such opportunity. Especially when there w
Vanya's POV"Oh my God..." I covered my mouth with my hands. The audience was thrown into a fit as the other two joined the first man, collapsing to the floor. "Call the ambulance!!!" Marigold yelled, running to the men of the floor. My food had been poisoned. I drew in shaky breaths as the people began to troop out of the hall in a bid to get far away from the event as possible. She turned to me, her face nothing but anger. "You've ruined me!" She yelled at me."I swear I had no....""You had no idea miss Jacobs?! No idea?! Is this how incompetent and careless you are? This is unhygienic?!" She yelled at me, her voice rattling the glasses. "And here I was thinking about all your praises that had been sung. Guess I was stupid.""No... This is not... I don't know this would happen. I had no hand in it. My kitchen is pristine, it's..." But she had already turned away from me to the ambulance that had arrived, some paramedics carrying the three men into it, heading straight to the hospi
VANYA'S POV"I've been waiting for the moment you'll ask me to do that." He replied, the sound of keys of a keyboard being strick resonating the air. "We also found something else while digging." Something else? What I had on my plate wasn't it more than enough? "Does it have to do with destroying Josephine and burning her to the ground?""Then I don't think I have business with...""You see, this is why we don't get along Vanya. You don't even want to hear what it is. Well, your call not mine.""Wait!" I beckoned on him before he could end the call. "I'm not in the best mood right now.""I know. I saw the news. But this news I come with cannot guarantee you a light heart, just so you know, Josephine was also the one responsible for all those rumours that were spread about you." I scoffed and began to laugh, my voice slowly dropping to barely a whisper."That makes sense." I said to myself rather than to him. "All of it now makes sense." I sank into my seat, my hands in my hair. She
Vanya's POVI got them dismissed due to how late it already was and sent them home leaving Tara and some of the communication team members. Jeremy and Samson refused to leave so I let them stay. We needed security after all. Night came, and we hadn't heard from Mike. "He says he's still working on it." Tara had said. So the both of us, the communication team and the security had to spend the night in the company. None of us slept. We worked all through the night, as we worked to patch the damage and see what we could do about the hearing that was coming up, all I could think of was the next move from here, the next step to take. What of Mike couldn't find the culprit? The thoughts took the better of me until we began to hear the chirping of birds.Thankfully, the chiming of phones and the consistent calls had been reduced. So we showered and freshened up. Thank goodness we had bathrooms and clothes in the office. It was not until 1:45 p.m. that Mike came into the office with a youn
Cian's POVFrom the crown of my head to the sole of my feet was a horror. Covered in bruises and dressed in my clothes that had now become rags, torn at the hem and other unimaginable places, so bad that even a mad man would think twice before putting them on, I limped towards my pack, barefooted, hungry, tired and poisoned. The bastard had release me and dropped me close to my pack, but leaving an ample distance for me to walk, knowing how weak he had made me.I sat beside him in the car, his unruly beta driving. I watched him through cloudy eyes that I couldn't even open clearly, seeing the man I had always wanted to murder right in front of me without being able to do anything. I tried to move my hands, aiming for his eyes, but was betrayed by the way my body felt. He had smiled. That wretched smile, annoying me to the core, before flicking my limp hand away like it was some kind of toy a child flicked at.I was close to my pack but not close enough to stop walking and call for Da
Cian's POVThe bright light was foreign to me, the sweet scent of rosemary also foreign. It seemed like I was in heaven, enjoying the pleasures of it all. The scent of good food, the enchanting scents of herbs and spices. The feeling of peace... And then just in the twinkle of an eye, I regained consciousness of where I was and how I had been treated. I shot up from the bed, my head hit with a splitting head ache."Alpha Cian." David came to my side, his face no longer the hardened one. "How do you feel?""How do I look?" I threw the question back at him, taking a look at my messed up self expecting to see how badly looking I was, but my eyes was instead met with a set of clean clothes. I smiled but my smile soon faded as soon as my eyes met with the mirror in front of me. The healer that had been tending to my injuries and bruises while I was asleep, chose that time to be the perfect time to apply ointment on one of my injuries. I yanked her up, throwing her at the mirror. David caug
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