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
Tristan's POVI exhaled, kissing the top of her head. "He'll never disturb you or your kids again, forever. I'm going to make sure of it. I promise." She exhaled and nodded, adjusting herself on my chest. "But you know you have to get some sleep.""I can't sleep. No matter how hard I try, I just can't.""I know. But how about a sedative? What do you say to that?" I had planned this with the doctor, but I wanted to let her know about it before it would be administered to her."A sedative? I don't need one. If sleep desires to come to me, it will.""But you have to sleep, Vanya. That way, you would feel a little bit refreshed and at peace. Sedatives help a lot. I use them when I can't sleep." I sat up making her sit and look at me. Holding her face in my hands, I sighed. "We need sleep to function properly. You might not need it now, but after three or four days without sleep, you may begin to hallucinate. And..." I paused knowing the next line would be a lot for her to take in. "You ma
VANYA'S POV "Hey." She rose up from her bed, smiling at me. "Hey." "How do you feel?" She exhaled a laugh, shrugging. "Better than after the surgery." Tristan had told me that Tara had been unconscious since she arrived the hospital and that she had had to undergo two surgeries. One for her abdomen and the other for her head. The doctors had told him that it would be a miracle if she made it out alive but much more than a miracle if she made it out with her memories and the ability to recognize faces. Mike stood in as her only guardian and told the doctors to commence with the surgeries. It was a tough time for him knowing that there was a 20% chance of full recovery for her. But to everyone's surprise, after she had woken up, she had only lost the memories of that day. The next day, she recovered them, every other memory remained intact. "I heard how you were termed the miracle patient." I laughed a little. "What can I say. You told me to fight. To stay alive. I obeyed
VANYA'S POV "Of course not." He brought out two bottles of fruit juice, and poured into two glasses, handing it over to them. We decided to sit in the floor, deeming it the best way to enjoy the treat. "Will you be okay?" I asked Tristan. He laughed, sitting down beside the twins as I sat down beside him. "I'm perfectly okay with it. No need to worry." Marco hit his glass with the champagne opener calling everyone's attention. He raised his glass up. "Here's to a new beginning for our dear Vanya, the surviver of survivers. Cheers!" "Cheers!" We all clinked glasses as we began to eat the snacks and drink. All around me, all I could see was laughter, joy and happiness. And deep down, my heart was at peace, and I couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of my lips. Andrew and Ryan couldn't stop messing up themselves thanks to the huge glass that had been given to them. Each time they spilled their juice on themselves, Tristan would be the one to wipe it off. Three
Vanya's POV "Will you be alright by yourself?" Emilia asked her, Marco and the kids were getting into the car to get themselves prepared for school and work today. Emily hadn't come with them the previous night when Tristan had left. She pulled me into a hug, holding me even when I wanted her to let go. "You might as well crush me." "Now that, is not an answer." She said against my neck. "Will you be alright by yourself?" A question I didn't know if I knew the answer to yet. I didn't know what to say, or how to even say it. I just nodded, murmuring a yes against her hair. "I will." She pulled away from the hug, looking at my face as if scanning for any hint that showed I was lying. "You're lying." She finally said, before turning to Marco and the kids. "Take them with you. I'll stay with Vanya until Tristan returns. " "You don't have to." I started to protest when she hook her head with a smile. "You can't do anything about it. After all..." She reduced her voice to a wh
Vanya's POV "No. I'm going with you." I picked up my phone. "What do I need to pack for the trip?" I opened my contact list wanting to call Marco to get ready some clothes and bring them to me. I paused. "Or better still, I pack nothing and buy new ones when we get to Russia. I heard Russia is known for heavy type of clothes due to their weather. " I looked at the screen of my phone again, opening the search web instead. "Or I could just search about it. Check it out." I keyed had only keyed in "the weather in R..." When my phone was snatched from my fingers. "What are you doing?" I made to take the phone from him which he put away from my reach. "You are not going with me Vanya." There was a note of finality in his voice when he spoke and a look in his eyes that said. "I'm sorry but you won't." "Why? Why can't I? We have to be together remember?" "And you have to be safe!" His voice was firm but had a little tremble in it, barely noticeable. "What do you think would happen to
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
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
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