Thank you for staying with me so far.
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
Tristan's POVAngel had said graceful. "Wear something graceful." I didn't know if what I wore standing at Vanya's door was anything close to graceful, but it was good. Apart from being strong and extremely powerful, the Blackwoods were known for being exceptionally show stopping in fashion. The door opened, revealing Vanya in an evening knee length gown that flowed from the waist down. She had her hair in a messy bun, a hair pin holding it in place.It took all my self control to not embrace her out of the joy of just seeing her face. "I didn't know what I was supposed to wear when seeing your dad, but I figured this might be good." She pointed at the gown."It's splendid." I breathed sounding like someone who had ran from my home to hers. Marco came out of the house, a warm smile on his face."Make sure you don't stay out late. " He said to the both of us. I nodded. Four little hands clasped both my legs, making me look down."What are you doing here?" She asked them, and then looke
Vanya's POV I'm an alpha. He had said. "Vanya?" I looked up at him, realizing tht I had blanked out. "Is everything alright?" Is everything alright?! You just dropped on me that you're an alpha. That you've been an alpha the entire time. How am I supposed to d******d that large information in that simple line into my brain?! I exhaled a laugh, staring him in the eye. "You've got to be kidding me." I muttered under my breath. "Ok not kidding you Vanya. I'm truly an alpha." I let out another laugh, bit stopped midway when my senses came flooding back. No... It couldn't be. He couldn't be the alpha Blackwood, the greatest alpha of all times. He couldn't. "If it's too much for you..." "No!" I blurted out, before closing my eyes and inhaling a deep breath. "It's not too much for me." I lied. But it was a lie I had to tell. I didn't want to look like this revelation was too much for me to handle, I wanted to know everything. How he was an alpha, and how he had managed to look normal
Vanya's pov In the past, I had been scared when he talked about protecting me from Cian. When he had said that he'd make sure Cian wouldn't bother me. I had feared for his life that he would as much as stand a silver lining against Cian but hearing this now, it felt like my confidence had been boasted, and the fear dissipated. He was way more powerful than Cian. And in a fight between the both of them, Cian would be beaten to a pulp in seconds. We got to my house but I wanted to hear more. To spend more time with him listening to his adventures. The good ones, the bad ones, the painful ones... I don't want to go in. "You have to." I pouted, glaring at him from under my eyebrows. "I don't know if you mean to be slightly angry with that expression, but it's coming off as flirty." My cheeks blushed red and he smiled, as if he had achieved his goal. "And that... I unfastened my seatbelt. Just changed my mind about staying." I opened the door and came down, just as he came down
Vanya's POV Impatient for the doors to open fully, I rushed out, and began banging on her door. "Tara! Tara open the door." No response. What was her passcode? I tried her birthday, wrong. Mike's/Mark's birthday, wrong. I hit the door again, yelling her name. "Tara please. Tell me you're alive. Say something. At least." I kicked the door with all the strength I had, it only left a dent and a zap of pain up my spine. "Please..." I pleaded. This time, a whisper. I tried my birthday, wrong. What could she have used as her passcode if it wasn't someone's birthday she loved? I paced about, fear rising to my throat, almost suffocating me. Marigold. For some reason, it came to me. I keyed it in, correct. Running like a crazy woman, I got into her apartment, screaming her name. She wasn't in the sitting room but a trail of blood was there. I covered my mouth, my head spinning with the possibilities of what could have happened to her. Following the trail and shaky footprints tha
Vanya's POV "You look even better." "Don't think of blasphemy Tristan. The goddess is the best of all bests. Another headline just popped up. It says... " I paused. "A new world order, a new religion, the Blackwoods." "Indeed. A new religion. " He chuckled before he paused. "I'll get the kids from school today. You'll just have to get off from work and go home." "The last time you got the children back from school Tristan, all of you wrecked the house!" "And we apologized and promised we'd never do it again." "Whatever. Thank you for getting them in... Advance " I said to him. "At your service my queen." I smiled, grinning from ear to ear. "I love you." I said to him. "I love you more." He replied. "We'll talk later, gotta go." He mused, before blowing a kiss into the phone's speaker and then hanging up. I sat down on my seat, thinking back in all that had happened in my life. All that had happened to bring me to this day. To this moment of true happiness. I had never kn
FOUR YEARS LATER. Vanya's POV "Is this what you really want to do? Still be a chef?" My love asked. "CEO of a good company honey. And yes. That's what I want to do. What I still want to do. " I opened the door to leave, turned, and pulled him towards me with his tie, kissing him full on the lips. He edged forward, closing the door and winding the glass up. His hand trailed to my waist, pulling me closer to him, before they made to unbutton my blouse. "What are you doing?" I giggled, throwing my head back. "I told you " He grumbled. "That the next time you do this on a work day, we might end up having sex in the car. " "And I said?" "Mm... You said nothing." I opened the car door. "And silence in court means...." But I had jumped out of the car, blowing him a kiss as I shut the door. He looked like a pouting child that would soon begin to bawl. "Just go." I mouthed, shooting him away with a wave of my hand. "You're in for tonight." He mouthed back before blowing me a kiss
Vanya's POV "Wait..." Tristan paused them. "You knew he came after Vanya." He questioned his father. Which he nodded to. "Does that mean you've been in London all this while?" He nodded again. Tristan stared at him in disbelief while I listened to their story. Waiting earnestly for them to finish so I could throw everything I wanted at them. "When we heard he came after you..." My father had become serious. "I told Marco and Vladimir that it was finally time for me to come out of hiding." They both nodded. "And worst of all, when Marco told me about your outburst." They nodded again. But he continued. "They weren't really buying the idea, and Vladimir promised to take care of you and Marco but I had been hiding long enough." "So we finally decided to come out of hiding," Vladimir said. "And deal with Magnus." Marco added. The sitting room now went quiet as I weighed everything they had said. I had missed my father since I was thirteen, thinking he was dead, but he had been aliv
Vanya's POV "Is this some kind of joke to appease me?" I turned to Marco. "Joke? No. No it's... Not." "I'm not buying this shit. None of it." "And where did you learn how do speak like that little crow?" "Don't you dare call me that!" I spat at the man. "And where did you even hear that from?" "I didn't hear it from anywhere. We made it up, together. At the spring fall close to your school when you wouldn't stop crying about how boring school was and how you wanted to be a doctor but not go to school for it..." I bit my lower lip. This couldn't be happening. I was dreaming. It's all a dream. "And what did I say?" I asked him for confirmation. "If I can make it as a doctor without books, I want the world in return..." "No..." I exhaled, forcing myself to stay calm and tearless. "And I said to you..." I remembered clearly what he said to me that day. Even if you want heaven... "Even if you want heaven..." Daddy wouldn't hesitate a second... "Daddy wouldn't hesitate a
Vanya's POV I walked out of Tristan's office, and when I was out of earshot, I ran to our room, shutting the door behind me as I wailed my eyes out. I shook as the sobs took over me, fully in control. How could he? How could Marco? He was my father's best friend. He was supposed to stand by my father, was supposed to protect him. Was supposed to be a true friend. I hate him! I hate him!! I sniffled, still sitting down on the floor. How long I sat there, I couldn't recall but I knew it was well past afternoon. Tristan had come to knock on the door during lunch, asking me to eat. I had told him I wanted to be alone and wasn't in the mood to eat. "In case you change your mind." He said as I heard a rattle of plates in front of the door. "I'll leave your lunch here." Then he had left. After some time, he had come to the door again, knocking to check up on me. "I'm fine," I replied. "Vanya..." He started. "I know it's tough. I wish I could help... Or... Or do something." He sig
Tristan's POV I was in my study with Vanya that morning when Adam and some of my men brought Magnus into my office. Hands bound as he knelt him down before us. I was sitting on the arm of the seat while Vanya sat on it. From where he knelt, Magnus glared at us. His face filled with venom. Like the fuck I cared. He had gone after Vanya for whatever crooked reason it was. Had killed her father, my father's very good friend. He had ruined her chance of having a father and a mother too, potentially making her an orphan. The reason my Luna had no parents as shoulders to lean on, was because of this man. And heaven knew, I wanted to rip out his throat. There was a tremble on his venomous face even though he tried to hide it. He only glared as a defense mechanism. "Such a flimsy defense you have there Magnus." No need putting the Alpha's honorific anyway. He didn't deserve that respect. He blinked that I called him by his name but covered the shock on his face by glaring harder. "Oh!"
Tristan's POV "I'm fine talking while standing." Her voice came out wobbling. And she folded her arms, warily watching us. I nodded, going straight to the point. "What did you say to Vanya that made her stomp off?" Her eyes softened. "She didn't tell you. So why should I?" Angel snorted behind me. I rubbed my temples, realizing I too was standing. "So much drama in a day." She whispered behind me. The woman shot her a glare which Angel returned with a bare of her wolf canines. "You claim to be her mother..." "I am her mother." She cut me off, her voice almost a screech. Two of my men moved to get a hold of her as she strolled towards me, but I motioned them to remain put. "I carried her for nine months and almost died giving birth to her." "So why disappear all these years and appear now to try and talk to her?" She squinted angrily at me. "Yeah." I continued before she could speak. "Vanya has never mentioned you to me before. Never." "Who knows, that may be because you are
Tristan's POV "You should have found out!" I yelled a her. "What?! You expected me to eavesdrop on their conversation?!" Before I could reply, she added. "What is wrong with you?! You've barely been married a month and you're already acting like a big bad dog!" I took some steps towards her. "You don't get to speak to me like that! And after all that happened, she shouldn't be out there alone!" "When has she never been able to handle herself?" She threw at me, contempt in her voice. "When you weren't officially mated, it was eight bodyguards, now the whole world knows, you might actually keep tabs on her every movement. In case you don't know brother, it's spying and a sign that your suffocating, over protective nature that cost our mother her life, is resurfacing again! " The room stilled, I stilled and so did she when she realized what she has just said. I took steps backwards, watching her as I shook my head in utter disbelief. "Wow Angel. Just wow!" "Tristan I'm sorry." "N
Tristan's POV I killed the ignition of my car, sitting there and thinking about nothing in particular but everything at once. Vanya had only met Selena once and they had not gotten along. Not as if any one could ever get along with Selena. But why would Magnus go after Vanya? What did he want from her? ***Flashback*** Vanya was speaking to the strange woman who claimed to be her mother, so I decided to go back to my house which was now Angel's house to wait for Adam after I had sent him to figure out who the rogues were and why they wanted Vanya when Angel came to me. "There was one thing I noticed about the rogues. I didn't want to let you know about it because Vanya was there." I sat back down, placing my coat on the seat I had been seating on. "What was it?" "All the men had a wolf tattoo on their right shoulders." "Werewolves have tattoos all the time Angel." "I know." She countered. "But it was split in half." She looked at me, going still for a moment before that still