Vanya's POV:"Vanya," I heard that deep voice in my head again. Emily and I got into the car and she drove off, leaving Cian behind. I had no idea what had possessed me to pull such a move. If it had gone wrong, I would have been seriously injured or even worse. All because of Cian and his madness. "Are you hurt anywhere?" Emily asked, glancing at me from time to time while still keeping her eyes on the road."I'm fine." I said calmly. "Vanya," That voice called again. "What?" I replied. "That's how you greet me after so long?"I froze up. My wolf?! She's now talking to me?!"Vanya," She called, her voice punctuated with annoyance. "Vanya talk to me! ""Miss Vanya," Emily called. "Where do we go now?"I looked behind us, half dreading to see Cian giving hot chase. Thank goodness, I didn't see him. "Let's go home." I said. ******I was back home. It had crossed my mind to tell Marco about the crazy incident with Cian, but as I came into the house, the whole event was playing o
Vanya's POVI stepped forward till we stood nose to nose. "I know who I'm talking to. A liar. A cheat. A backstabber. Want me to go on?"She smiled, a laugh ripped past her lips. "My goodness you haven't changed one bit! Still full of anger after what....four years? That explains why you're so hung up on Cian. You can't let go."I grit my teeth hard. So hard I feared I'd shatter them. But she wasn't done talking. "It's so sad, Vanya. You pretend to be this tough woman but you're still so damn hung up on your ex, who clearly didn't want you.""You're delusional if you think I care about you or Cian."She held my hand and tried to pry it off her wrist. I didn't let her do that. Alarm flashed in her eyes which was gone as quick as it came. She put her free hand around my shoulder and steered me out of the beauty parlour.."Am I delusional?" She asked. "Or are you lying to yourself?"I glared at her. She has no fucking idea huh? I let go of her wrist. She got to what I presumed was her
Vanya's POV:Seated across from Tristan at the restaurant table, it's hard to keep my eyes on him. Not because I'm shy, but because each time I look at him, my heart skips a beat and I feel like a teenager with a crush.I'd like to blame all of this on my wolf. It seems like everything has been more intense since she came back to me. I feel everything more intensely. My senses are sharper — I feel stronger, faster, like I can perceive everything at once. And there's the butterflies too. Yes. It's all her fault. I did miss her presence, how strong she made me feel. But I didn't miss this right now."Quit your grumbling." She snapped, pausing her swooning of Tristan."Shut up." I snapped back at her. "Vanya, is everything okay?" Tristan called, making me turn to him. "Ah, yes." I said. I averted my gaze to my plate and picked at the cream pasta I had ordered. It was delicious, but my stomach wasn't in the mood to accept any food right now. "I'm fine," I said quietly.I drank some wi
Vanya's POV: I don't know how long I stayed in the bathroom, all I remember was the feeling of pure comfort, and how the pain in my chest slowly lifted. My sobs gradually died down, and with it came exhaustion. My arms and legs felt like limp noddles, and I wanted to fall asleep right there. I thought I would feel embarrassed for crying in a bathroom, but I didn't. Instead I felt very hungry, tired, but still hungry. The women around me were all so sweet. Someone wiped my face, while another offered to retouch my makeup. I felt so cared for the way they treated me. By the time they were done, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and smiled. I had a natural blush from crying so much, my lips were red and plump too. It was like my tears had moisturized my face. I felt refreshed, energized, ready to take on whatever came my way. "Thank you," I said to them, unable to hide the tremble in my voice. "So so much, and I'm sorry for causing such a scene" "What scene?" One of the
Vanya's POV I felt happy too. Energized even. "It did." I said and smiled. I leaned forward and propped my chin on the back of my palms while my elbows were on the table. "So, about that rejection. How about we do it now? I'm struggling to remember the words." ***** "You're drunk." Was the first thing Marco said. He was waiting for me on the porch, as if he knew what was going to happen. He stood imposingly, his arms crossed and feet planted wide apart. I stumbled out of the car, which I was starting to realize wasn't mine. I had my heels in my hands, my purse clutched close to my chest "Hey dad!" I called out and waved. Marco narrowed his eyes at me. He walked down from the porch and over to the car. He bent down at the driver's seat. "And you are?" "Cheryl," A girls voice said. "Sorry, let me..." She came out of the car. "Ah! My savior!" I cried out and rushed over to her side. I hugged her tightly, my nose buried in the crook of her neck. "Thank you so so much for toda
Vanya's POV"Vanya! What a pleasant surprise!"I can't believe I'm doing this right now. But at long last, I had decided I can no longer put it off.So I made the long journey to Cian's office. I had only been here once in the entire time we were married. I had made lunch for him. That day I remember very clearly. I had done my best to make the lunch as delicious as I could. I took time, working on it almost all morning. He rejected it and warned me to never step foot in his office again. Being here filled me with apprehension. And whether I wanted it to happen or not, my heart started to race and all of a sudden it was three years ago, and I was standing in the middle of this very same office with a bag filled with Tupperware containers, watching my husband glare at me coldly.Now he's walking towards me with a bright smile And arms spread. And he's not my husband anymore.Thank the goddess.I quickly stepped to the side and avoided his wide spread arms. "I'm only here for busine
Vanya's POVI've had quite enough of it.I checked my wrist watch, the time was seven thirty. Late, I know. Cian didn't deserve me being early. I drove to Azure hotel and walked in. One of the staff approached me and greeted me warmly."Miss Vanya," She said with a smile. "Right this way, we've been waiting for you.""Who's we?" I asked."He told us that you would ask that too." The lady said.It was then I noticed that she was a werewolf. If I had to guess, she was from Cian's pack. There's humans around too, but that's the least of my worries right now. "Fine" I scoffed. "I have to get this done with anyway."Vanya, you're a crazy woman. I kept telling myself. Yes, I'm crazy.But the tiny glass bottle in my pocket with the cute diamond engravings would say other wise. I have to do this. I must do this."Please, follow me." She said, she turned and walked away. I followed behind her. She led me to a private floor on the hotel. There was a line of...maids ? I frowned in confusion.
Vanya's POVMy throat burned, and I could taste the blood as the wolfsbane spiked drink slid down my throat. I kept a straight face as I sipped my champagne. "What wolfsbane?" I asked, with an innocent shrug.Cian dropped his glass and grabbed mine. He took a sip from it and choked. He wiped his chin and laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "You're something else."I smiled to myself. I got up from the couch and took a chocolate covered strawberry. I bit into it, the combination of the strawberry and chocolate helped offset the taste of blood and wolfsbane on my tongue.I had doubted my skills. After staying up all night last night learning how to quickly spike a drink without being suspected, I didn't think it'd actually work. But spiking his drink had been easy.And mine too. In the mere seconds I had walked to the door to get the food trolley, I poured the wolfsbane powder into both empty glasses.Cian grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. His eyes glowed with a strange light as
Vanya's POVEither a monkey or a piece of trash. As usual, even after all the torture, he was still proud and arrogant, and that was what Angel loved the most. His pride and arrogance because it was only then that the mental breaking would be fun for her. "Angel..." I called out as soon as I picked up the call. "Vanya!!!" She screeched, clapping her hands on the other side of the call. "I've missed you." "We talked less than a week ago." I reminded her. "I know, just play along okay?" Play along for what? "How are you and Tristan?" Was her next question. "Me and Tristan? We're good." "That's it?" Her voice was one of shock and utter surprise. "You're good?!" "Were you expecting to hear something else? " "Yes and no." She sighed. "By it fine. How's the preparation for the merge going?" "Well, Maureen is on her tiptoes doing most of the planning with Emilia. I'm doing the best I can although Tristan says not to worry about it... And well... Your father and Marco are being b
Vanya's POV "Hello, Stranger."I raised my head from my laptop where I had been reading the news to who stood at the door. My eyes widened as I leaped up from the seat walking towards her as she walked toward us. We embraced each other in a bone-crushing hug as if we hadn't been in the same hospital and seen each other a couple of times before I was discharged. I pulled away from the hug to take a good look at her and couldn't stop smiling. "You look... Oh my God!" She burst into laughter, throwing her hair back."And I can see that you've already gone into business mode." "Pfft! Oh please..." I groaned as we pulled away from the hug. "I've always been in business mode even back at the hospital." A big fat lie."As if." She scoffed, letting a smile peer over her lips before her attention worked itself to my laptop. "You seemed happy while viewing that." She pointed to it. "Good news?" She raised a brow, showing me that she knew what I had been looking at. I called to my desk, "If
Vanya's POVThat night, Emilia could finally go home with Marco and the kids. Marco offered to drop Tristan's dad which surprisingly he agreed and then they left leaving Tristan and I together.We laid in bed together, enjoying each other's presence without having to speak a word. The last time we had spent in bed played on repeat in my head. And it wasn't long before our hands began to wander each other's bodies. That night, I slept like a baby. I think it was the news that Cian had been taken care of but not even a single nightmare plagued me.I woke up to the sound of twittering birds and bright sunlight streaming into the room. It took sometime for my eyes to adjust to the light as I stretched myself out. I turned to the sight only to be greeted with a kiss on the forehead."Good afternoon." He mused smiling. "Congratulations, you slept through the entire morning." I smiled at that, ruffling his hair. He ruffles mine back, covering my face with it. My stomach growled in hunger."
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