Vanya's POVThat was it! I had heard enough."Don't you dare call Tristan a bastard." I spat in annoyance. " He's a million times better that you. What did you just say..." I asked taking a step close to him. "That you can give me whatever he can a million times? Give me a break!!" I rolled my eyes throwing my hands in the air. Tristan wasn't an alpha, neither was he powerful like Cian, but like hell Cian could give me the love, the laughter, the feeling of being safe__ being with someone you know would never hurt you, would walk with you to hell if he can't pull you out of it, would treat you like the most important person on earth. A man that would respect you... Make you feel at home when you're with him, listen to how your day went... The ups and downs of your life and hug you, hold you in his arms and whisper words like no other in your ears. Someone to cry on his shoulder, someone that would sit with you in the storm, through thick and thin... Someone that just his name being me
Vanya's POVCian scoffed, anger written on his face as he got up from the floor, the men in front of him and the ones barricading me still maintaining their stance of protection. He looked at the two in front of him and the ones in front of me but didn't make a move to attack them. He gave a little nod as if he had realized something."I see." He said to himself more than to me or the men. "You're still just a useless commoner after all. Who would rather choose trash over treasure. " He took a step closer but was blocked. Looking at the men, he turned his attention back to me. "Just know that this isn't over Vanya. I'm going to deal with you. And when I'm done, you'll wish you had never left me to begin with." Then he turned and stormed off. On any other day, I would have been trembling silently from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet. But today, I just felt a tang of amusement at his threats. He was angry that I had chosen Tristan who had nothing over him who had the worl
Vanya's POV"I know I should have let you know before I assigned them to look after you but I couldn't stand anything happening to you or your kids while I knew that Cian was still in the open. I'm sorry if I offended you." My heart shook at those words, and I looked at the rear mirror again to still see the men move out of my line of sight once they sighted me.This... This Cian could never give me. No matter how much he thinks he can. I was speechless. No words would ever be enough to explain how touched I felt. He wanted my kids and I to be safe. Even when the kids weren't his. How many could do that?"Vanya? Are you still there?""Yeah. I am." I exhaled. "But how could you get a hold on eight men to guard me. Eight.""I'm the CEO of Blackwood Corp. It wasn't much of a problem.""They're werewolves Tristan. All eight of them." I know I was asking too many questions, but I couldn't help it. I was curious, I wanted to know. "I'm a werewolf too. And finding other werewolves is not as
TRISTAN'S POV"Vanya problems." Adam snorted behind me. "Or should I say love issues?""Go to hell Adam." I rolled my eyes, placing the phone on the table. He raised his hands up, shrugging in an annoying manner."At least I know you're coming with me. That way, I wouldn't have to be alone." I shot him a glare, settling on my seat but gave no response to his taunts. "But really..." He walked to my desk sitting on it. "Are you going to tell her?""Tell her what?" I questioned him looking directly at my laptop as if I didn't know what he meant when he said to tell her.He rolled his eyes. Quite funny on a man like him. "The truth of course." I made to speak, but he interrupted. "And don't you dare ask me what to truth." He warned. "That's no way to speak to your alpha." He jumped down from the table, taking a few steps away from my desk before turning to me. He smiled, then frowned. "Don't change the topic." He spat. "No Adam. I'm not going to tell her the truth." I replied giving him
Tristan's POVBut as I inched closer to my room, the feeling intensified . "The final step of the newly acquired pack needs your signature." Adam spoke whipping my head in his direction. "Oh." I replied with little interest. "Could you get them for me?" He nodded, walking out to get the signing documents. I inched closer and silently towards my door, wary of every step I took. I opened the door, no one. "Weird!" I said out loud, drawing my curtains. How could there be no one? Where my senses now playing tricks on me? With a shrug, that didn't keep my alertness at bay, I crashed on the bed, kicking off my shoes. The bed that had housed Vanya even though it didn't fully house her. I was too tired to eat, so I forced myself up, showered and jumped into bed.The noise of my window being open woke me up. Light was already streaming into my room through the window. It was open. I shot up just in time with an axe hitting where my head was to be had I still been lying on the bed. I was sur
TRISTAN'S POVWe had to leave my room to where we could have a conversation without anyone having to eavesdrop. So we went to my office where we could speak without interruptions. As we drank chilled drinks. The drinks an escape from the hot sun that scorched brain matter. And as we sat in silence, I watched my father. The one that made the Blackwood family what it is today. The Man that when his name is mentioned, every other alpha bows."You've been staring for quite a while Tristan." He spoke without looking at me. When he looked up, his light gray eyes looked enchanting. He may look very big and scary, but he was a kind man who would smile and lift your spirits. Maybe I had inherited that, or maybe not.I nodded, taking a sip of the chilled drink that sat in front of me. "Why are you here?" I asked him. He sighed, placing his hands in the table, and scanning my face before he looked at his drink on the table."So you don't think I can just visit you?"I laughed. "I don't think yo
Tristan's POV He chuckled. A deep rich sound. "I know she can son, but it's your birthright. " Just before the sentence was out of his mouth, the door to my office burst open followed in by pink from head to toe. She threw herself at my father who rose and caught her mid air. She giggled with glee as he threw her in the air and caught her. Thank goodness that my office's ceiling was very high. She would have crashed into it. "How do you like my new look?" She asked turning around for him to see her. Pink hair, pink eyes, pink jeans, pink boots, her top, jacket and her bag, pink. I felt like I would go blind if I stared at her any longer. "I feel like I'm gonna go blind." I replied. She shot me a hard glare, before it melted into sarcasm. "Oh you're here!" She exclaimed. "I didn't see you. Maybe it's because of how drab you're looking. An eye sore I must say." She added, turning to father. "Come on daddy. How do I look?" "A princess." He echoed poking her cheek before hugging he
TRISTAN'S POVWhat was I going to tell her so as not to make her feel awkward? Would she feel uncomfortable if I told her that my father wanted to meet her? Or would she smile and say alright? He had said to bring her over today, and I had said yes. Silly me, hadn't given her a call before going to bed, now it was morning. How would I tell her to leave her home on a Sunday morning that she's supposed to spend with her family, her kids? Just to meet my father. 5:45 a.m."Oh God!" I whispered stopping my pacing to sit on the bed. I had been pacing for such a long time that I felt dizzy sitting down. I looked at my phone not knowing if to go for it or not. What if I just canceled instead and tell my father that she couldn't make it?No, that was not a solution. Angel would give her a call to find out if I actually spoke to her about any meeting of such sort. I laid down in the bed, staring at the ceiling for seconds. Hating the sound of the ticking clock. "Dammit!" I reached for my pho
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