Vanya's POV"You again huh?" "In the flesh, miss." Emily replied, a cheerful smile on her face. I stared up at her, tapping the bottom of my pen against the clipboard in my hands. "Emily, you know that this isn't allowed.""I'm applying for a position in your company, I wasn't aware that it wasn't allowed anymore."I rubbed my temples, a tired sigh leaving my lips. I know Emily is tenacious, I've seen it happen so many times. She never backs down. I had once admired that when she was my bodyguard and when I was Luna, but now I'm just Vanya Jacob. And I don't need her tenacity.But come on! When is she going to quit?"I want to be of help to you, miss." Emily says as if reading my mind. "The more you push me away, the more I'll come back stronger.""Emily," I said, leaning forward. She leaned her head back, folding her arms delicately in her lap. I took the cue and leaned back. "Why don't you work for the new Luna? You're not obligated to work for me anymore." "New luna?" She wrinkl
Vanya's POVSaturday rolled by slowly and soon it was time for the twins to meet their new nanny. Calling Emily a nanny felt very weird, especially given her history. I can't believe that I felt apprehensive about introducing Emily to the boys. All their life the care they have gotten has come from either me or Marco and Emilia. It suddenly felt too personal bringing another person into the equation. But it's too late thinking about it now."Are you sure about wearing that?" I asked, turning to glance at Emily briefly. I returned my eyes to the road after getting a glance of her outfit. Still the same. "Yes." She replied simply.I don't know what I was expecting her to change into, although at the back of my mind I had expected her to wear something more child friendly, maybe like some lighter colors or a leggings and a simple blouse."Can I keep my gun in your car?" She asked.It took every ounce of control inside of me not to hit the brakes and whip my head to look at her. Instea
Vanya's POV:"We're sorry Miss Emily," The boys said in unison, their voices sounding sincere enough. "We won't try to hurt you in the future."Oh my goodness. Boys and their expensive pranks. That ball would have hurt a lot if it had hit me right in the face. And maybe Emily was right, maybe they would have loved her weapons. But there's no way I'm introducing four year olds to a world of real guns and knives. We all sat in the living room the boys huddled together and having solemn looks on their faces. Emily sat close to them, her eyes watching them curiously. "Here's some snacks," Emilia's voice called out. She emerged from the kitchen with a tray of tea and lemonade for the boys. She placed it on the centre table, her eyes moving to Emily. "Emily?" She called, shock in her tone.Emily rose to her feet. "Emilia," She said with a small bow. When she raised her head she had a terrified expression on her face but it was gone faster than light, maybe I had imagined it. "It's a surpr
Vanya's POV"Oh no, we're all out of pasta." Emilia groaned, staring at the empty cabinet. "Looks like dinner will come late today." "It's fine," I washed my hands off, putting a lid over the chicken I had finished seasoning. "I'll run to the store real quick and get it. ""Thank you vanya," She said with a grateful smile. "You're a love. Could you also get some wine? We ran out.""Oops," I chuckled. "That would be my fault."She Shook her head, a smile on her lips. "Go now. Or else the twins will tear down the house and demand to be fed.""I think you spoil them too much, aunty Emilia.""What can I do? I love them as my own."Her words had me thinking a lot. I hadn't ever bothered about it before, and it's like it's just hitting me now that Marco and Emilia don't have children of their own. I don't dwell too much on it. Instead I left the kitchen and headed to the grocery store. The closest one is a good thirty minutes drive away, courtesy of Marco's house being in the middle of t
Vanya's POV"Are you okay?"I lowered the bottle of wine from my lips and turned to look at Marco. He was dressed in pajamas, probably about to go to bed. "I'm fine." I replied, bringing the bottle back up to my lips. He walked out and came closer to me. "That's a lot of bottles," He said. I turned and looked at the bottles of wine strewn on the floor beside me. "I'll get more tomorrow." I said, chugging down more wine. I could barely taste the wine against my numbed tongue. I can't tell how many bottles I've chugged down. I can't even feel the alcohol. Sometimes I wish it was easy to get drunk. But unfortunately I have high alcohol tolerance. "Can I join you?" Marco asked."Sure" I replied with a noncommittal shrug. He sat beside me on the floor, leaning his back up against the wall. I passed the bottle to him which he kindly declined. I turned my gaze back to the night sky filled with stars. My thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at once. I can't even start to process what I f
Cian's POV:I watched the search bar come up empty for the second time even after I had used a different set of keywords this time.Vanya Jacob. I couldn't find her online. No Instagram, no Facebook, nothing. It's like her life didn't exist online. Or maybe it had all been wiped away, I couldn't be sure.I searched again, to be sure.No search results found.I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. This is really annoying. Why can't I find anything about her?! Anything at all!Behind me I heard the bed rustling, a sign that Josephine was awake. "What are you doing up this late?" She asked, her voice still sleepy."Working." I answered, typing out a new set of keywords. "Go to bed. I'll join you soon.""You said that fifteen minutes ago." Josephine whined. She tapped his side of the bed aggressively. "Come on baby, come to bed with me."I didn't reply. Again no search results found. I sighed in frustration and slammed the laptop shut. I knew I should have gotten her contact that
Vanya's POV:I shovelled a large spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. The cold numbed my tongue, it's sweetness invading my senses to the point all I could taste was cold and artificial strawberry flavour. I looked down at the bowl, it was half empty. The ice cream had began to melt, the neat halves of strawberry and vanilla blurring into one another.It's still night. I still can't sleep. After I had cried like a baby in Marco's arms, I felt very hungry. So I went to the kitchen and raided the fridge. All I could find was food items, milk, tea, lemonade. I was fully ready to go out by one am and buy ice cream until I found a bucket of it stashed behind all the boring food items. I rejoiced inside of me and took the bucket out. I made a mental note to replace it tomorrow morning. But for now, I get to give in to my indulgence.I ate another large spoon. My head started to hurt, the freeze going up to my brain. I hissed in pain, my eyes squeezing tightly. I waited a few seconds for th
Vanya's POVI thought the mall would be empty today, being it was a Sunday afternoon. To my greatest surprise it was bustling with life. Couples and families were spotted all around. The hum of conversations hung in the air along with the crappy mall music that blasted through the speakers. I had intended to get some groceries done and maybe get some small gifts for the twins too.I had stayed up two more hours before I went to sleep. After two and a half hours, I woke up from a nightmare I can't remember. This morning I concluded I looked like shit. I had dark circles under my eyes, and my skin had lost its rosy hue. I felt sick from the alcohol I had chugged down all evening. Plus the excess sugar from the ice cream. I feel terrible right now. Which is why I wore the baggiest clothes I had, a t-shirt that I snuck out of Marco's wardrobe when he wasn't looking. On my head was a baseball hat that hid my unbrushed hair. And on my face were huge sunglasses.I hadn't expected so many
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
TRISTAN'S POV My fists clenched on their own accord by my sides wanting to punch the hell out of him. I could feel my pulse increase by a hundred percent as rage seized through me with such ferocity I only felt during the war against another pack when they tried to hurt Angel or my father. "Don't look so downtrodden Tristan." He continued spewing rubbish from his mouth. "Didn't you know she was a slut?" He widened his eyes, staggering to his feet before taking wobbly steps to where I stood. "But it's fine. She's nothing but my used property. You can have her." I clasped him by the collar, raising my fists to make them collide with his nose. He kept laughing like a lunatic, clapping his unchained hands. I pulled my hands back, stepping away from him before wiping my hands on the handkerchief in the pocket of my trousers. "It's good to see you go mad," I replied to him after regaining my calm. "And just so you know, you are her used property. Look at how miserable you are but look
Tristan's POV "I don't need you to summarize." He shot Angel a glare who returned it with a smile, still wearing her glasses. "The sun's already set. " He pointed to the glasses she wore. "What's that for?" "Dirty work." She replied. "Just in case he..." She pointed to me. "I would love my eyes protected." Then she strolled to the car waiting for the four of us. "Time to show you my newest acquired property." She sang to herself, opening the car door and getting into the second back of the car before the driver could assist her. I got into the first row of seats with my dad while Niko sat in front as the driver zoomed off. Now and then, Angel giggled at her phone, probably at the pictures of Cian being sent to her by the guards as she had instructed them. A purebred lunatic and her lunatic guards. We drove in silence, no one speaking to the other. When we eventually got to the borders of our pack, Angel put away her phone, straightening herself. The guards greeted us with a bow o
TRISTAN'S POV"I picked the grade eleven cell. What do you think?"I shifted my attention from the lovely hills beneath us turning to Angel. "Grade eleven you said." I met her gaze as they shifted from her phone to me. "Was I too lenient?" She blinked at me.I scoffed before chuckling. "Maybe?" "I thought so." She grinned from ear to ear. The sight of it would have made a stranger throw up their lunch in sheer fear, but I was already used to it. Missed it. "If I was too lenient, how about..." She gazed at the window, down at the hills. "I just toss him out there, from a height like this." She gestured to the official blackwood privet jet we were in that headed to Moscow, Russia. "I'll leave the tossing to me. It'd be my pleasure." I said.She smiled, her phone vibrating with an incoming call. She passed a smile to me signifying me of the caller. I nodded as she picked it up. Funny enough, which wasn't funny, I had been thinking about the same thing while I looked down at the hill
Vanya's POV"The thing is—" he unbuttoned my pajama top, and with each new button that came off, the fire in his eyes burned brighter "— I won't know unless you tell me." "Kiss me." I said. For starters. "Just a kiss?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down. "Stop teasing me and kiss me." His eyes moved down to my lips, and I felt the kiss before his lips met mine. He slowly looked back up, that infuriating smirk on his lips. "But of course," he lowered his head and his lips met mine in a searing kiss. My head swirled and I held him closer, my lips moving in sync with his. I felt him smirk, and with one hand he unbuttoned the rest of the pajama top and pushed it off my body. He spread my legs, settling between them, all the while never missing a single beat while kissing me. He kissed down my lips to my chin, and down to my chest. "What else do you want me to do?" He asked, his eyes intense on mine as he kissed my sternum. "What do you want to do to me?" I a
Vanya's POV: I brushed oil into my hair, my mind miles and miles away. Tristan was leaving for Russia. And I'm not sure when he'll be back. Two days or more huh. I knew it sounded selfish of me wanting him to stay when he clearly had something important to do there. But I couldn't help it at all. Ever since this whole hospital ordeal, I've been itching to have him close to me at all times. It's crazy, and I can't explain it. But I feel it. My body longs for him. My wolf wants her mate at all times. It's a miracle I can keep a straight face about everything and act like I'm normal around him. I shouldn't be feeling this way, right? And yet I brushed my hair robotically, dressed in my pajamas and ready to go to bed. I should go to sleep and try not to think too much about it. I finished brushing my hair and crawled under the covers. The night is cold, but under the covers it's very warm. And yet I couldn't fall asleep. I wondered what Tristan was doing now, was he packing? Or woul