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, you really need to look at this!" Tara burst into my office, her voice high pitched with fear or excitement, or horror or maybe a mixture of all three of them, I had no idea.I held my head in my hands, my face down on the desk. My hair flowed down my back and billowed all around me.I feel numb. I felt like something inside of me had died. Staring at the phone in front of me, a video played on mute. The blogger or influencer in the video was talking about Vanya Jacobs and the scandalous rumours that were resurfacing about her. I read the subtitles, my eyes glazed over. The video finished playing and played all over again. Josephine. This Is all her handwork."Vanya!" Tara tapped my shoulder and shook me.My arm slipped and my head fell to the table. "What?" I groaned, staring at her. "You have to..." She started to say, showing me her iPad and suddenly she paused. She saw the phone on the table and her lips pursed. "Oh," She said, her eyes filled with guilt.
Vanya's POV "You look even better." "Don't think of blasphemy Tristan. The goddess is the best of all bests. Another headline just popped up. It says... " I paused. "A new world order, a new religion, the Blackwoods." "Indeed. A new religion. " He chuckled before he paused. "I'll get the kids from school today. You'll just have to get off from work and go home." "The last time you got the children back from school Tristan, all of you wrecked the house!" "And we apologized and promised we'd never do it again." "Whatever. Thank you for getting them in... Advance " I said to him. "At your service my queen." I smiled, grinning from ear to ear. "I love you." I said to him. "I love you more." He replied. "We'll talk later, gotta go." He mused, before blowing a kiss into the phone's speaker and then hanging up. I sat down on my seat, thinking back in all that had happened in my life. All that had happened to bring me to this day. To this moment of true happiness. I had never kn
FOUR YEARS LATER. Vanya's POV "Is this what you really want to do? Still be a chef?" My love asked. "CEO of a good company honey. And yes. That's what I want to do. What I still want to do. " I opened the door to leave, turned, and pulled him towards me with his tie, kissing him full on the lips. He edged forward, closing the door and winding the glass up. His hand trailed to my waist, pulling me closer to him, before they made to unbutton my blouse. "What are you doing?" I giggled, throwing my head back. "I told you " He grumbled. "That the next time you do this on a work day, we might end up having sex in the car. " "And I said?" "Mm... You said nothing." I opened the car door. "And silence in court means...." But I had jumped out of the car, blowing him a kiss as I shut the door. He looked like a pouting child that would soon begin to bawl. "Just go." I mouthed, shooting him away with a wave of my hand. "You're in for tonight." He mouthed back before blowing me a kiss
Vanya's POV "Wait..." Tristan paused them. "You knew he came after Vanya." He questioned his father. Which he nodded to. "Does that mean you've been in London all this while?" He nodded again. Tristan stared at him in disbelief while I listened to their story. Waiting earnestly for them to finish so I could throw everything I wanted at them. "When we heard he came after you..." My father had become serious. "I told Marco and Vladimir that it was finally time for me to come out of hiding." They both nodded. "And worst of all, when Marco told me about your outburst." They nodded again. But he continued. "They weren't really buying the idea, and Vladimir promised to take care of you and Marco but I had been hiding long enough." "So we finally decided to come out of hiding," Vladimir said. "And deal with Magnus." Marco added. The sitting room now went quiet as I weighed everything they had said. I had missed my father since I was thirteen, thinking he was dead, but he had been aliv
Vanya's POV "Is this some kind of joke to appease me?" I turned to Marco. "Joke? No. No it's... Not." "I'm not buying this shit. None of it." "And where did you learn how do speak like that little crow?" "Don't you dare call me that!" I spat at the man. "And where did you even hear that from?" "I didn't hear it from anywhere. We made it up, together. At the spring fall close to your school when you wouldn't stop crying about how boring school was and how you wanted to be a doctor but not go to school for it..." I bit my lower lip. This couldn't be happening. I was dreaming. It's all a dream. "And what did I say?" I asked him for confirmation. "If I can make it as a doctor without books, I want the world in return..." "No..." I exhaled, forcing myself to stay calm and tearless. "And I said to you..." I remembered clearly what he said to me that day. Even if you want heaven... "Even if you want heaven..." Daddy wouldn't hesitate a second... "Daddy wouldn't hesitate a
Vanya's POV I walked out of Tristan's office, and when I was out of earshot, I ran to our room, shutting the door behind me as I wailed my eyes out. I shook as the sobs took over me, fully in control. How could he? How could Marco? He was my father's best friend. He was supposed to stand by my father, was supposed to protect him. Was supposed to be a true friend. I hate him! I hate him!! I sniffled, still sitting down on the floor. How long I sat there, I couldn't recall but I knew it was well past afternoon. Tristan had come to knock on the door during lunch, asking me to eat. I had told him I wanted to be alone and wasn't in the mood to eat. "In case you change your mind." He said as I heard a rattle of plates in front of the door. "I'll leave your lunch here." Then he had left. After some time, he had come to the door again, knocking to check up on me. "I'm fine," I replied. "Vanya..." He started. "I know it's tough. I wish I could help... Or... Or do something." He sig
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