Vanya's POV:My fingers trembled as i dialed number after number, my heart racing with each failed attempt. The Blood Moon Ball was approaching faster than I could handle, and my entire career hinged on making this event a success. But with my primary meat supplier cutting ties with me just days before the event, I felt as though the walls were closing in on me. The ball wasn't just another event it was the event. The werewolf community celebrated the Blood Moon with great reverence, and failing to deliver on this scale could ruin me. For life My phone rang out into silence as yet another supplier turned me down."Dammit!" I cursed under my breath, slamming my phone onto the desk.My frustration boiled over, but I didn't have time to dwell on it. My mind was already racing for alternatives. I pulled up contacts, scrolling through potential new suppliers when the door to my office creaked open.I looked up, and my stomach tightened. Standing in the doorway, dressed in an expensive, ta
Vanya's POVI stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the hem of my dress as I prepared to head out for a much-needed shopping spree. With the Blood Moon Ball looming, I needed everything to be perfect-not just the event but my own appearance as well. Tara joined me shortly, looking a little more relaxed than usual, though there was still tension in her eyes."Ready?" I asked, flashing a confident smile.Tara looked at me, incredulous. "You're actually smiling? I mean, how can you even be this calm? We were on the verge of losing everything."I chuckled lightly, sliding my bag over my shoulder. "Tara, I'm the best caterer in London for a reason. Trust me, everything's under control."Tara blinked, still visibly shocked at how I was handling the pressure. "I swear, you're made of steel.""More like perseverance," I replied with a wink. "Now, come on. We have a party to prepare for."We headed into the city, moving through high-end boutiques in search of the perfect dress. F
Vanya's POV The grand ballroom was buzzing with energy, an atmosphere that dripped with wealth, power, and allure. The alphas of Europe were gathered, celebrating the Blood Moon festival, their presence casted an air of dominance that mingled with the clinking of champagne glasses and the low murmur of polite discussions.But there was one person who stole the attention of nearly everyone in the ball.Me.I moved through the crowd with an effortless grace, my blood-red dress clinging to my curves in a way that made heads turn and whispers follow my every step. It was as though the party had shifted from being about the Blood Moon to being about me. Men circled around me like moths to a flame, each vying for my attention, each trying to outdo the other with their charm and flattery.I smiled kindly at them, exchanging pleasantries, but always keeping a polite distance. Despite their efforts, none of them held my interest. It wasn’t that I enjoyed the attention—it was a game, a dance o
Vanya's POVThe man smiled down at me, his gray eyes twinkling. "Tristan Blackwood," he replied smoothly. The way my wolf responded to him… it was undeniable.As we continued to dance, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was more than just a random encounter. There was something deeper, something primal that connected us, and it terrified me just as much as it intrigued me."What brings you to the Blood Moon Ball?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me.Tristan’s gaze softened, his hand tightening slightly on mine. "I came for the ball," he said simply, but then his eyes darkened with something deeper. "But I think I found something much more important."I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening as the weight of his words settled between them. I couldn’t deny the chemistry between us, the pull I felt toward him. But with Cian still lurking in the background, watching my every move, things were about to get a lot more complicated.I fo
Vanya's POVMy mind was in complete turmoil. The word "mate" echoed in my head like a bell tolling, ringing louder and louder with each passing second. How was it possible? Second-chance mates were the stuff of myths, stories whispered to give hope to the brokenhearted wolves who had lost their first mates. But I wasn’t living in a fairy tale, and this—this was real.I had heard it. My wolf had spoken with clarity, something that hadn't happened in years.“Our mate,” she had said. And now, I couldn't unhear it.After ending my conversation with Tristan, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart pounding. I couldn’t sleep. How could I, with the revelation that I had a second chance at something I thought I had lost forever? The questions buzzed in my mind, refusing to settle.Why Tristan? How had fate decided this? And what about Cian?Cian, whose possessive hold still loomed over my life like a storm cloud, would never let me go. The thought of Cian finding out about Tristan sent
Vanya's POVMarco. Relief flooded through me as he stepped between myself and Cian, his face set in a firm scowl."Back off, Cian," Marco said, his voice cold and steady. "You have no right to be here."Cian’s golden eyes flicked to Marco, and for a brief moment, something like rage flashed across his expression. "One would think you would've learnt from your last experience Marco"Marco didn’t flinch. "Vanya isn’t yours to torment anymore. Walk away now before this gets ugly."The tension between them was thick, palpable. I stood frozen behind Marco, my heart in my throat as I watched the standoff.Cian’s jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He glanced back at me, his eyes burning with barely contained fury. "This isn’t over, Vanya."With one final stare, Cian turned on his heel and stalked away, disappearing into the SUV. The car roared to life and sped off, leaving me trembling in the aftermath."Are you okay Vanya?" Marco asked, turning to face me, his expressi
Vanya's POVMy fingers trembled as I dialed the number again, my heart racing with each ring. But once again, it went straight to voicemail. I clenched my jaw, frustration mixing with fear. Why wasn't she picking up? This was the fifth time today, and my so-called "mother," the woman I'd been trying to forget for years, now remained out of reach."Come on, pick up..." I muttered under my breath, pacing back and forth in my office. The phone buzzed in my hand, but instead of a call from my mother, it was another notification—an email. *"Product Supplier Update."*I opened it, my heart sinking as the words unfolded in front of me.*"Dear Ms Jacobs, due to unforeseen circumstances, we will no longer be able to provide the materials for your catering event till further notice."*I stared at the screen, my mind spinning. There was yet another supplier, another cancellation. This was the third one today. How was I supposed to pull off the coming events without the necessary supplies? Pan
Vanya's POVThe woman I had been searching for. My birth mother. What if she had answers? What if she could help me? What if she had answers?Without thinking, I dialed the number, praying for a miracle.But once again, there was no answer from the other end.The line went dead, leaving me more lost than ever.***I sat at my desk, staring at the latest barrage of slander that had appeared online. My reputation, my business—everything I had built—was unraveling faster than I could manage. Each click of the mouse seemed to bring up more damning lies. Suppliers were heavy on backing out, clients were beginning to doubt me, and my credibility was in freefall. The whispers about me had grown loud enough that even human media outlets were starting to take notice.I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the impending headache. I had a few events lined up and I couldn’t afford any more missteps. As if that wasn’t enough, the tension with Cian, the terrifying encounter with him earlier, and
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
Vanya's POV *Later that evening* "Don't you worry. You know how well they go with me." Angel gave me a full-toothed smile, before hugging me. "You can do all you want to." She gave me a cocky grin, repeatedly raising her eyebrows. I snarled at her as the kids came out of the house rubbing their sleepy eyes. I hugged them both, kissing their foreheads. "Can't we go with you and daddy?" Ryan whined. I giggled softly, ruffling his hair. "You cat come with mummy and daddy." Behind me, I heard the car booth close shut and Tristan's footsteps as he approached us. "But we want to go." Andrew looked up at Tristan with pleasing eyes. He bent down as I did, taking both of them in his arms. "We won't be gone for long." He assured them with a smile, before hugging them and getting up. "Aunty Angel will take care of you till we return." They reluctantly nodded, stepping toward Angel. He nodded to her as she turned to go in, but stopped before turning to us, the kids backing the entire sce
Vanya's POV I glanced up to see Emilia, her eyes glistening with tears of pride and love. She held a handkerchief to her face, and I could see the joy radiating from her, a mirror of my own emotions. It was a beautiful reflection of our journey together, and in that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the support she had always given me. I glanced beside her, biting the smiles on Tara, Angel, and Maureen's faces. My employees, a few inches from my family, were looking at me with such love that melted my heart that I couldn't help the tears that slid down my cheeks. Vladimir winked at me, giving me a slight nod and a broad smile. The hall was filled with the soft murmur of whispers and laughter, creating an atmosphere charged with joy. Friends exchanged knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Then my gaze drifted to the altar, where Tristan stood, looking dashing in his tailored suit. His face was a mixture of disbelief and pure love as our eyes met.
VANYA'S POV: Glory to the moon goddess that I had slipped away from all the partying and music to get some sleep. My eyes opened to bright light streaming into my room, I turned away from the light to behold the elegance of my gown. My eyes widened as I shot up from the bed. As four smiling faces met mine. I began to worry that the gown hadn't arrived yesterday even after the manager of the gown shop had told me that it'd arrive before the end of yesterday. But here it was, my nerves soothed. My mind drifted to the first time I had seen it—the perfect balance of elegance and simplicity. The way the fabric shimmered in the light, the delicate beading on the bodice, the intricate lacework along the hem, it was everything I had dreamed of and more. And I could see it all come together—the veil, the shoes, the flowers in my hair. And I knew that when I'd step into that gown later today, I’d feel like I’m stepping into the next chapter of my life—one I will write with Tristan, as his
Vanya's POV ***The evening leading to my wedding*** The sun is just beginning to dip beneath the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over the world as I sit at my vanity, staring at the reflection in front of me. My heart was beating faster than I had expected it to, finding it hard to believe that the day I’d dreamed of for so long was finally here—well, soon be. Tomorrow—in a few hours, I’ll soon marry Tristan, the love of my life, the man who has captured my heart completely. And as surreal as it felt, the preparation process was quickly grounding me in the reality of what was about to happen. I closed my eyes for a moment still seated where I was and in the quiet of my room, the enormity of what was ahead settled over me. I never imagined that wedding planning would be this intense, and this consuming. There was the dress, the flowers, the invitations, the catering—which was handled by my company of course, and also the constant question of whether every little detail would b
Vanya's POVThe week that followed after the engagement was a daze for me. All I could think of was the proposal, his words, and the emotions in his eyes. I couldn't help but stare at the ring as he dropped me off at work the next morning. We hadn't yet agreed on a date. What could I say? It was just a day into the proposal.He killed the ignition, turning to me. "You didn't have to come to my house to drive me to work.""I didn't have to. But I did because I wanted to. Didn't want my future wife to get all stressed with driving." He smirked and stepped out of the car to my side, opening the door. I smiled as I got out, not taking our eyes off each other as I stepped out while he shut the car door."Thank you," I said, my voice nearly a whisper. "Anytime." I smiled and turned to move to the company when I stopped in my tracks. After a brief contemplation within myself, I turned and ran to him a few feet away and kissed him full on the lips before turning back and walking as fast as m