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 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!"
Vanya's POV:"Congratulations my Luna, you're three weeks pregnant.""R-really?!" I gasped, unable to contain my excitement. I felt tears prick my eyes, tears of pure joy. "I can't believe this.... I’m pregnant."Doctor John smiled, the crow feet at the corner of his eyes crinkling as he did. "I'm really happy for you." He said, placing a warm hand over mine. "I'm Sure the alpha will be very happy to hear the news.""Yes," I sobbed, wiping my eyes. "He'll be so glad when I tell him."Doctor John passed me a box of tissues. "Take all the time you need okay?" He said. I nodded, wiping my eyes with a tissue. Finally, at long last, everything had changed. "There's a lot of measured to be put in place though." Dr John was saying. "This is an alpha's baby, and the pregnancy is likely to take a toll on your body. You have to be careful not to stress at all."I nodded, listening with rapt attention. "I can carry this child without complications, right?""Yes. Even though you're an omega, w
Vanya's POV:"Josephine," I whispered her name. It sounded foreign on my lips, a name I hadn't spoken in years. "What are you doing here?""Me?" Josephine laughed, placing a hand over her chest. "You don't seem so happy to see me. It makes me sad. After all that happened?" She cocked her head to the side, a pout on her red lips. After all that had happened. My hands formed tight fists as I struggled to keep them by my side. Josephine. The one woman I had hoped to not see again. Memories started to rush into my mind. Of a time, we were young and the best friends in the world. A time where nothing and no one could ever separate us. A time when things were a whole lot easier.Cian walked over to us, I noticed how he took a stand beside Josephine, their shoulders almost touching. He looked at her, and I swear I saw his cold gaze soften."Excuse us for a moment, okay?" He said in a voice he only ever used with me. But now he's using it on Josephine. "Sure thing hon," Josephine replied in
Vanya's POV:"Oh my goodness doctor! Will she be okay?! I don't want anything to happen to my best friend! You have to make sure that she'll be fine! Do you hear me?!"I woke to the sound of an angry voice and machines beeping. The smell of disinfectant in the air let me know that I was in a hospital. For a moment I was lost, then I started to recall all that had happened.Cian rejected me.The pain started to register, along with the sound of my wolf mewling in pain. My hand went to my stomach, and I sighed. The tears started to gather again, stinging my eyes. "Best friend!" I heard the voice cry out. Josephine. I turned my head to her, mustering the darkest glare I could. She grabbed my hand, tears in her eyes. Tears that I was sure were fake. "I'm so happy you're okay now!"I pulled my hand away from her and turned to doctor John. "Where is my husband?" I asked."He..." Doctor John started to say and sighed. "I'm sorry, my Luna, he didn't come.""Oh she's not Luna anymore." Jos
Vanya's pov:"You're supposed to use clarified butter for that recipe." I said, wiping the broth off my finger. "It gives it a more dignified taste.""Yes ma'am. I'll get to it right away!" The kitchen was a flurry of activities. With a huge event coming up in a matter of days, all my chefs had hands on deck to ensure that everything went smoother than oil.The aromas of food wafted in the air. I could feel the heat, and it was making me a bit sweaty. But work had to be done, and it was something I would endure. "Miss Jacob!" I heard a loud voice call my name. I turned to see a junior chef. "I made this for you!" He announced, holding a plate of cake in his hands. He stretched out to me.I held back a smile. "Thank you, Mike." I said, taking it from him."You...you know my name?" "Yes. I know all my worker by their name." I took a bite of the cake. "It's moist, but it's lacking flavour. What was it supposed to be?""V-vanilla!""Well," I handed the plate back to him. "Perfect the r
Vanya's pov:I couldn't ever get used to seeing so many rich and influential people under one roof. The cool air smelled of money and expensive cologne. I myself looked like one of these rich people, dressed in an exquisite dark red gown studded with gems on the plunging neckline. I had my hair done in a princess braid, tendrils of it framing my face and eyes. I held a champagne flute in my hand, sipping it occasionally. It was the good kind, the expensive bubbles tickling my tongue.The dance floor was alive with couples in their attractive designer clothes dancing to fancy piano music. I stood on the balcony, drinking my champagne and watching the event. I had no obligation to be here, but I couldn't say no to the client's invitation.How many of these events have I attended in just three months? A lot of them. And with each one, JAY’S CUISINE was there to attend to all the catering and interior decorating needs. I think this one was a fundraiser for women cancer, I wasn't exactly
Vanya's POV:"I'll be taking my leave now," Roman announced, leaving with a bow. I couldn't say anything to him, my eyes focused solely on Josephine."It's been only four years?" I scoffed, my eyes wide with surprise. "Is that supposed to make me feel better or what?"Josephine giggled, turning to glance at Cian for a brief moment. "What's the matter babe? Did I say something out of line?" She asked, batting long lashes at me. I rolled my eyes.I resisted the urge to smash my champagne flute into Josephine's eye. Four years, I'm very sure to her it must have been just four years. but to me those four years were full of so much pain and agony that I can't even bear to look at the two of them right now without feeling like I want to smash my glass with my bare hands or scream out in frustration.I controlled my emotions, taking in deep gulps of air to calm myself down. There's no point in over reacting right now, I'm only going to give them the satisfaction that they're looking for. No
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
Vanya's POV Marco still looked at me, his hands in his pockets. My wolf lurched, a bone in my hand cracking. Emilia screamed, taking two steps back while Marco's eyes widened at the broken bone in my arm. I snapped my hand up, snapping the bine into place I was so angry I couldn't feel the pain. "Was this why you took me in when I had nowhere to go? Guilty conscience?" I laughed. "That was what the both of you were speaking about when I met you in your room wasn't it?" Emilia's face turned pale, but Marco was unflinching. "You treat me like your fucking daughter when you had a hand in my father's death. And to believe he called you friend. To believe he believes in you to take care of me. To be my second home." The tears pricked my eyes, one finding its way down. But Marco just stood there, staring at me like I was a hurt puppy who had lost its way. My wolf snapped again, a bone in my shoulder and my left arm breaking, alongside other bones. I lurched for Marco but Emilia caught m
Vanya's POV "Vanya!" Angel screamed running out to meet me as I walked with fury towards my car. The only thing on my mind—what I had just heard. "Vanya!" She roughly turned me, backing away as she beheld my face. Before her eyes moved to the woman that I had been with, as she walked out of the house. She glared at the woman before looking back at me. "Where are you going? What's wrong?" "Nothing," I replied with a straight face. "I just want to pay my guardians a visit." The word guardians was an effort to spit out as it almost choked me. "Help me look after the kids just for one more day... Just for today. I'll be back soon." I unlocked the car with the key and got into it. "Is that all?" She asked not believing me at all. "Yes." I exhaled. "That's all. And when Tristan returns, tell him not to come after me." I shouldn't have added that suspicious piece of information, but I had to. To prevent anyone from coming to find me. "Vanya." My so-called mum spoke. I hit the steerin
Vanya's POV "Tristan!" Her voice came out almost like a shriek and a crashing sound followed suit accompanied by her unsteady breathing... And their others. Shit the twins. "What's wrong?" Tristan had straightened up, and my face had gone pale. "Rouges." She said, her breathing still unstable, her voice barely audible. "Is that daddy?" Andrew's voice came on. "Shh." She shushed him up. "They had gotten in while we were out. But we had seen them before they could see..." A loud sound came from the phone, like furniture being shifted against the tile floor before we heard the twins scream. "Shit!" Angel exclaimed, and the line went dead. "No!" My hands flew to my mouth as I sprang up from the bench, the ice cream in my hands finding refuge on the floor. "Vanya." Tristan turned me to him. "Breathe. They're going to be fine." "We need to leave. Now." "I know." "You'll have to call your men to come pick up the bags." He nodded. We boarded a cab with nothing but the clothes on
Vanya's POV When Tristan and I finally saw it fit to get out of the tub, we had breakfast at one of the choicest restaurants nearby. We had contemplated room service, but we were here to explore together. Room service only had many confinements, and we had had enough of that and could go back to it after our honeymoon. But not now. We had Duck Confit for breakfast, accompanied by a drink they called Perrier. The waiter that had served us mentioned something about the drink saying it was a brand of sparkling mineral water sourced from a particular spring in either the south of France. He said a lot which I couldn't remember. Tristan and I had only nodded understanding little or none of what he had said. The only thing that registered in our brains was sparkling mineral water. The rest is gone. After breakfast, we got some macarons at a nearby kiosk, as we walked the streets back to our hotel. Our fingers were intertwined as we walked, the street music filling our ears with awe an
Vanya's POV He giggled and broke out into a genuine laugh. One of its kind. A laughter that came from deep within his soul. And I couldn't have asked for more from Celeste. The laughter finally died down, and we just stood, watching each other, none of us breaking eye contact. He carefully sat me down on the bed, not breaking eye contact. My hands went to face, brushing away strands of hair, then moved to his cheeks and his lips before my eyes went back to his eyes. He squatted there, watching me before I leaned in and gave him a brief kiss. I moved back. "That's it?" It was the calm in his voice that made me laugh. "You're hungry," I replied getting up from the bed. "Let's eat. " Before I could get a reply, I walked to the door of the bedroom and into the sitting room. It was when I got to the exit that he leaned at the door of the bedroom pouting. "I don't know you were the teasing type." He grumbled walking towards me. His voice dropped an octave. "Perhaps I have a lot to