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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 "I hate you.." I spat at him as my eyes moved to where Tara lay lifeless. She wasn't moving, she was pale. She was dead, all because of me. She had a bright future ahead of her. A beautiful life with Mike waiting for her. A wedding waiting for her. And I had ruined it. "I know Vanya. But do I look like I give a fuck?" He chuckled, and began to laugh. I looked around, there was nothing to be used as a weapon against him... The knife he had used to stab Tara he left it there, under the sink, carelessly. He bent down to my level, his hands grazing my hair. "First, I'm going to deal with you. And next..." He tutted. " We'll see about next." I tried to get up on my feet and run, but he was faster. His hand collided with my face, whipping it to the side. Another slap, and another. I kicked him in the abdomen, but this only made him furious. He grabbed my neck, pinning me under him. I never thought that I could experience trauma, until I was pinned below him and the memories o
Vanya's POV "She's still alive. We've rushed her to the hospital." My head swerved in the direction of pounding. There was Tristan, his face full of fury as he punched Cian, continuously pounding him into the ground. Adam came to stand in front of me. "It's okay if you don't want to watch." Don't want to watch? As Tristan beat Cian to a pulp? "I want to." So he stepped aside, letting me watch as Tristan pounded Cian. When he finally stopped, his hands were covered in blood. "Take him away." He said to his men as one of them handed him a towel to clean his fists with. They bowed, while he walked closer to me. I don't mean to but I shrank away from his touch. Every inch of my skin hurt like hell. And even the littlest touch felt like clamps on the bruises of my skin. Tristan squatted there, looking at me. I could see the anger all over his face. Could feel it radiating from him. My breath was still shaky and even though I could now breathe, it came out noisy. Like I was gasping
TRISTAN'S POV Vanya had gone to make use of the restroom while I just sat in the hospital ward flipping a pen over and over between my fingers. A knock sounded on the door twice and a third before they walked into the ward. Bowing a ninety degree bow, they stood at ease, waiting to carry out my order. The pen slipped out of my hand, falling to the floor. Without sparing it a glance, my heels met with it crushing it to pieces. I grit my teeth, my eyes flashing from red back to gray and red again. My men still stood there waiting for the incentive of an order to carry it out. "You're to go to her office and tear down the damned cameras and after that, raid the bastard's house, find out where he kept all the evidence, erase them and burn his entire house to the ground. " "Yes sir!" The maids and servants in his house didn't do anything to me, so I added. "Make sure everyone is moved out of the house before setting it on fire." "Yes sir." "Adam would be in charge so wait for him
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