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"Well, this has been very nice. But I have to go." I said, clapping my hands. "So soon?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. "But I've only just met you. How about this, we have lunch together?"My stomach twisted. Whether in disgust that he was asking me out to lunch, or in nausea from the indulgence I had last night, I wasn't sure. All I was sure of was the fact that my stomach twisted at the mention of lunch."No thank you," I said. "I'm not hungry. And I don't want to have lunch with you.""Which is it?""What?""Which is it, Vanya? You're not hungry, or you're still mad at me?""Whoever said I was mad at you?" I asked. I finally folded my arms, and I could only imagine what I looked like right now. With the baseball hat and the glasses and the baggy clothes. "Why don't...hold on," He reached out and grabbed the sunglasses off my face. Before I could protest, he held it behind him. "Finally I can see those lovely eyes of yours."My face turned bright red. "Cian,
Vanya's povI sat down on Marco's bed. It felt stiff. I pulled a pillow to my chest and held it close. Inside the drawer I had just opened were three thick leather bound books. I picked out one of them.Engraved in gold letters on the cover page of the thick brown leather were the letters; "Journal of Jacob King."My father.My eyes widened. I had never imagined that my father would have kept journals. Isn't that the fancy word for diary? Like an older people's kind of diary?Still I opened up the journal. The first page of it was just him talking about normal mundane stuff. Until I turned the page and kept turning it.Each new page I turned to, make my heart drop even more and my eyes widen even more.Everything I thought I knew about my father was being questioned right now. I had no idea he kept a record of this part of him. I had completely no idea.A loud noise startled me, causing me to slam the journal shut and jump in fright. I jumped out of Marco's bed. I hadn't even realized
3rd person POV:"Sir, you sent for me?"Cian looked up from his computer screen to see David, his head of security. "Yes, I have a sensitive job for you."David clasped his hands together. "What will you have me do?"Cian stared at the blank computer screen in front of him. Ever since he had seen Vanya at the mall just yesterday, he couldn't get his mind off of her. Something about her had changed. He knew it. It was in her aura, the way she no longer walked around so unsure of herself. The way she held her head high even when she was dressed like a hobo on a Sunday afternoon in the mall where everyone could see her. It was the way she matched him word for word instead of turning red and stuttering whenever he spoke to her. Something was up with her. And he wanted to know all about it.All night she had been all he could think about. Vanya, he couldn't get her name out of her head. He couldn't get her face out of his head."You're to follow Vanya," He said. David's brow shot up. Ci
3rd person POV:The ringing of his phone stirred Cian up from his sleep. Anger coursed through him immediately. He got out of bed and stared at the digital clock on his nightstandThree twenty in the fucking morning. Who the hell was calling him by this time?Cian picked up his phone and glanced on the screen. The caller ID flashing even made him angrier."Someone better be dying for you to call me by this time, David." Cian snapped the moment he picked up the call. "Yes. It's Vanya." David said.Cian jumped out of bed. "What the fuck is going on?!"David went silent. Cian brought the phone down and glanced at the screen to make sure that he was still on the call with David."David?" He snapped. "What the fuck is going on there?! Where are you?"Josephine stirred in bed, groaning softly. Cian turned to looked at her, she was still asleep. She turned over to his side of the bed and grabbed his pillow. Cian turned away and headed to the balcony. The night was cold, goosebumps covering
Vanya's POV:I stared right into the spaces of the ceiling, the dim light from the hallway casting cold shadows that danced eternally like restless spirits. Sleep hand long eluded me all night, my thoughts a tangled web of confusion and doubt. My mind was now a troubled storm of many uneasy questions. The journal now laid open on my oak wooden desk, its pages yellowed with age and fragile, but the words within were anything but soothing to my eyes. I'd spent a great deal of minutes that now felt like years sifting through its cryptic sentences, every inked word seemed to mock the very essence of my sense of reasoning and belief. I could read what they spelt but telling what they meant was now something my head was yet to phantom.Jacob King. The man I knew you were or the man you actually are?The journal claimed to be my father's but I found that rather hard to believe. The tone, the reflection and the very meaning of what it kept didn't sound like Him. Those could never be my fathe
Vanya's POVAfter breakfast was over, I watched as Emily shepherded the twins gracefully out of the kitchen, their laughter echoing down the hallway and she shared cloying compliments to them. It was a comforting sound, burying more in the present and reminding me of my priorities.When they were gone there was a heavy silence in the kitchen. Marco looked up again from the stove. “Are you sure you're okay? He asked as his brow furrowed deeper in concern.“Yeah” I lied, nodding. “Like I said earlier it's just work”“My dear, you take this work of yours way too seriously even for a boss” he let out a cocky smirk “Well if you ever feel like you need a break, you know Emilia and I can take care of things for you”“I know, but I have a nanny now, Thanks Marco”I forced myself to focus on breakfast, pushing the thoughts of the journal out of my mind as best as I could. It still bothered me as to why my father kept the journal hiddenI soon finished and gathered my things and headed out. The
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