All Chapters of Mate to One, Luna for Two : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

VANESSA’S POV Jenna started with my hair that evening, brushing it slowly while she talked my ear off on how I was lucky to have such long and curly hair, I was not listening. My eyes were fixated on my reflection in the mirror with different thoughts running through my head, and the center of all my thoughts was him, my husband whom I have spent the entirety of my life loving — Declan Thorne, Alpha of Wildheart Pack. My heart was heavy even as Jenna smiled at me, taking her time to dress me up. "Luna, are you even listening to me?" Jenna tapped me softly, her concerned gaze roaming over my features. I sighed. "Jenna, do you think he will notice me today? I mean it's been three years since she died and I've been married to him in that same amount of time. Do you think Declan will notice I exist today? Maybe he would smile at me a little bit?" I knew I sounded pathetic, but when a woman in love is desperate, rationalism is one of the things we cannot afford. It was

VANESSA "Take it off, love, they are a nuisance," Declan whispered into my ear. His voice was as smooth and silky as his breath that blew over my face. I could feel his warm breath against my ear and I shivered at the sensation of his strong arm encircling me, holding me close against him. His body felt like fire to my skin, but not in an uncomfortable way… It was nice, sensual. Like he was the heat from a fireplace that you would sit near during the winter. I hurriedly took off the cloth, not wanting to delay the moment any longer. Once the offending garment was removed, we kissed passionately. His fingers tangled in my long black hair, making sure to hold on tight. I moaned at the sensation of his touch. The feeling of his lips on mine made my head spin and it wasn’t just from kissing. My skin felt electrified and it didn’t help that he was pressing against me. It didn’t matter though because all I wanted to do was get lost in his embrace. I wrapped my arms a

VANESSA’S POVThe reflection of the sun that was peeping through the window casted its glow through my eyelids, and that was what woke me up.My eyes scanned the room and it landed on the clock that was hanging on the wall. It was 9:15 in the morning.I don't remember when I fell asleep while crying my heart out last night, but I felt a little relieved this morning. Maybe that was because the pain I was feeling had reduced, and I didn't wake up to a throbbing headache, or maybe it was because the constant feeling of putting on my best behaviour just to be seen and acknowledged by Declan was out of the list — either way, I feel much better.I got up from the bed to stretch my body and that was when I noticed a note on the nightstand. "You can change into the dress lying on the bed if you need something after freshening up. You can find your way to the kitchen if you are hungry — you will find what to eat there. I will come fetch you soon and take you back to where you belong. ~Trista

VANESSA’S POV-THREE YEARS LATER-I closed my eyes and began to count, with a playful smile tugging at my lips. "Hide all you want, I will find you at the count of ten," I announced, giving Dame more time to find his hiding spot."1, 2, 3… Ready or not, Mommy is coming for you!" I announced, before beginning my search.I started my search from the lounge, carefully checking behind the curtains down to the couch as I looked around for Dame.I took a careful step, making sure not to make any sound as I tiptoed around the room in search of my little son. I searched the kitchen but it was empty, so I went into Dame's room— it was empty too. This boy sure does know how to play the game and he never ceases to show how much of his favorite the game was. I opened the door to his rest room and there he was, hiding behind the doors. I smiled. “Got you!” I called and as soon as he realized he got caught, he ran out of his room, bounding down to the stairs while giggling with so much delight

VANESSA’S POVThe last two days have been hectic. I have been busy preparing for the party since Tristan told me about it. It was going smoothly and wasn’t too much of a trouble for me, well except for the part that my anxiety was high up the roof. I tried to brush off the thought of Declan but it kept recurring no matter what I did. I even hoped to the goddess that this was all just a dream and there was no party but with each preparation I made, it was clear that this was real and I would be meeting Declan again. I couldn’t help but think about the betrayal Tristan and the people of the pack would feel. What will they think of me? I knew Declan and he wasn’t the type to let things like this go. He was the type to drag things out, to make things worse and damn the consequences. I struggled to act cool about the whole thing to avoid Tristain's suspicion, but it was harder with the disturbing thought that Declan would ruin everything for me.More than often, Tristan has asked me