Vanya's POVThe moment I stepped through the doors, I noticed the whispers. Eyes turned towards me, lingering on the red gown. Confusion flickered through me as I scanned the room, realizing that I was the only one dressed in the colour that had been stated as the dress code.My heart sank. Had I made a mistake? But no, I had double checked the invitation and it had clearly stated the dress code. This wasn't a mistake on my part—it was deliberate.As I walked further into the room, heads turned to watch my, conversations halting as people whispered behind their hands. I could hear snippets of their gossips, their words cutting through the air like knives.“Isn't that the woman who threw Cian Valor out of her office?”“Bold of her to show up in red. I wonder what she's trying to prove?”“She must have some serious nerve. Or she's completely clueless”I held my head high, refusing to let their words affect me. I knew what I was here for. Reason and I wouldn't let their judgement ruin th
Cian's PovMy eyes narrowed as I watched the CCTV feed. The moment Vanya entered the venue, my mood darkened. She looked breathtaking in that blood red gown, her posture regal and her confidence palpable. The sight of other men flocking around her like moths to a flame made my blood boil. She was mine and seeing anyone else bask in her presence was an insult I couldn't stomach.“Do you want me to handle them?” David's voice interrupted my seething thoughtsI didn't answer immediately. I wanted nothing more than to storm in, rip those leeches away from her and remind them who she belonged to. But that wasn't an option. Not yet, not without revealing his hand prematurely. I clenched my fists, knuckles turning white. “No” I bit out, my voice tight with restrained fury “Not yet”David nodded, though I could sense his reluctance. I didn't care. David was good following orders, even when they didn't sit well with him. But even my loyal head of security couldn't miss the storm brewing with
Cian's POVThe day of the party arrived and my anticipation was almost palpable. I remained in the shadows, allowing David to play the role of the host. I knew that Vanya wouldn't suspect anything if David was the one running the show, after all she didn't know who he was. It was all part of my plan to keep her off balance.As the night progressed, David kept me updated on every detail. Vanya's arrival, her interactions with the guests, the way she carried herself with the same infuriating confidence. But I could hear the underlying tension in David's voice. He was uncomfortable with the way things were playing out and I relished it. Even my most loyal servant was beginning to see the lengths I was willing to go to assert my dominance.Finally, the moment arrived. David informed me that the guest were gathered in the private lounge, the perfect setting for my grand reveal. It was time to remind Vanya just who she was dealing with.I made my ways to the lounge, my footsteps echoing in
Vanya's POVMy head thudded like a bass drum, the pounding, relentless and unforgiving. As I slowly regained consciousness, the world around me swam into focus, harsh white lights above my head distorted my visuals and the antiseptic scent of a hospital assaulted my senses. For a moment, everything was blur, the edges of fraying as I tried to anchor myself to the present. My body felt heavy, my mind clouded, as if I had been underwater for too long and had finally surfaced, gasping for air“Vanya, thank God you're awake!” Marco's voice broke through the haze I was in, his tone tinged with a mix of relief and anxiety I turned my head slowly as if to avoid it falling off, my eyes locking onto Marco's worried face. He was seated next to my bed, his expression a cocktail of concern and exhaustion.“What… what happened?” My voice was raspy, barely more than a whisper.“You passed out” Marco explained, leaning forward in his chair, his hands gripping the edge of the bed. “You've been under
Vanya's POV Dr Ryker shook his head. “It's not that simple. Your condition is more serious than just needing a few days off. Your wolf is weak, Miss Jacobs. You haven't shifted in a long time and it's affecting your health. If you don't start reconnecting with that part of yourself, you're going to get worse” My stomach twisted at the mention of my wolf. The memories of my time as Luna of the Dragon Claw pack came rushing back—memories I had tried so hard to bury. “I don't want to shift” I said firmly “I've lived fine without it.” The doctor's expression turned grave. “You can't continue like this. You're not human, Miss Jacobs and you can't live like one. Ignoring your wolf is only going to make things worse. If you keep this up, it could eventually kill you” The words hit me like a physical blow, but I refused to show weakness. “I'll be fine” I repeated, more for my own benefit than his. Dr. Ryker sighed, clearly sensing that he wasn't getting through to me. “I'm going to r
Vanya's POV My head throbbed, a dull ache that pounded against my temples as the door to the hospital room creaked open a little then closed again. The scent that still wafted in was unmistakable—Cian. My pulse quickened as he turned back again to face me, but I remained outwardly calm, narrowing my eyes back to the man who had now refused to leave my room. Cian stood here, tall and imposing. He now wore an expression of barely contained anger, the kind I knew all too well. “It seems you're still less than pleased to see me” he remarked, his voice cold, yet with an underlying tension that made my fists clenched under the sheets. “That's an understatement” I snapped, barely able to restrain myself from launching into a full-blown tirade. I didn't have the energy to pretend around him anymore. “What the hell do you want again Cian?” “There's something I think you should know and this is just so you know I'm not joking” he said with a mischievous smile, my insides twisting at
Vanya's POV“No” I replied, my grip tightening on the scalpel. “You don't get to control me anymore Cian. Not now, not ever”“Damn it, Vanya” Cian growled, his temper finally breaking through. He reached out to grab my wrist but I was quicker, slashing the scalpel across his forearm. Blood welled up from the cut and Cian hissed in pain, but his grip on my wrist only tightened.Before I could react, the door burst open and several nurses and doctors rushed in. They pulled my struggling form away from Cian, restraining me as I fought against them.“Let me go!” I screamed, thrashing against their hold. But they were too strong and within seconds, a needle was pressed into my arm, the tranquilizer spreading through my veins like a virus.The last thing I saw before darkness overtook me was Cian, his golden eyes burning with a mix of anger and something else I couldn't quite place.***When I woke again, the room was dark and I was alone. My body felt heavy, the effects of the tranquilizer
Cian's POV I paced the length of my office, my mind consumed by Vanya's recent actions. The image of her, wild-eyed and brandishing a scalpel, haunted me. I couldn't fathom how the gentle, submissive woman I had once known could transform into someone so defiant, so violent. It was as if she had become a different person entirely, and it infuriated me. I had tried everything to get through to her, to bring her back under my control. The flowers I sent to her hospital room were supposed to be a gesture of goodwill, a reminder of the affection I once showed her. But every bouquet was returned, rejected without a word of thanks. The more she pushed me away, the more determined I became to have her back.I had always prided myself on my ability to control every aspect of my life, including the people in it. Vanya was no exception. She had been mine, once, and I would make sure she was mine again. I visited the hospital regularly, ignoring the fact that she never wanted to see me. Her