Talia's POV

'I don't care what you think or say," He disregarded my protests. On one hand, it kinda made me feel better, but it was also the truth. I was scared of jeopardizing the life of any other person.


'I'm scared." I confessed to him. He closed the distance between us and put my head on his shoulders, just like Kael would have done. The tears started flowing freely and I did not have words at all.

'How about you relax for the next two days after which we'd decide what to do next?" He asked me. His voice was laced with worry, fear and concern. I could understand.

'I don't want to be here." I managed to croak. The idea was terrifying. I'm sure I'd be waking up multiple times to nightmares if I even managed to snooze at all.


'No one said you were going to stay here. I won't let that happen. You'd be going home with me. If you don't want to stay here, he could always come over." I also wanted to cancel the doctor out, but apparently he has some regard for the man, so I thought fast and decided to settle for this. It was less evil.

'Thank you." It's really all I could say. I was beginning to feel very weak. My head was foggy and heavier than my neck could carry.


'Let's go." He held my hands and helped me up. I knew that was going to be the last time I saw Kael, I fought hard to not run back to bid him goodbye. 'I will call you, Doc." It was all he said to the doctor.

I couldn't have been any happier. I held on to him like my life depended on it. He was really responsive. He held me tight and understood when I clinged on to him too tightly on the ride back.

'How do you feel?" The Alpha asked me. He was trying to make small talk and make me feel comfortable.

'I don't even know your name." I replied instantly like I've been wanting to talk since. He laughed, making me loosen up, and even smile a bit.

'I'm Ken." He said while stroking my hair. 'I'm your husband." He followed immediately. If I'm to jump to conclusions, I'd say Isla had a really clingy man. She's a lucky bitch.

I couldn't ask certain questions in my mind because all it would do is just further complicate things. Ken doesn't know that he's not talking to Isla, it's just Isla's body, nothing more. I don't think I want him to know much.

I'd rather learn all I have to about her from someone else. I'm not planning to jeopardize this. As much as I wanted to mourn Kael, there was work to do. I had to figure all these out if I'm trying to have a nice life going forward.

He noticed I was quiet and gave my head a little shake.

'I don't know what to say." I confessed to him.

'You don't have to say anything. We're in this together. Just stay with me." He seemed too good for me and at the same time, very needy too. Like the man I wanted Kael to be all the time. I'm too damaged to love him the way I'm supposed to. I feel like a hoe enough for basking in his arms when Kael's body is barely cold.

All the while in my head, I was comparing him to Kael. I felt shitty, like a whore, but I know this is what Kael would have wanted for me. Left to him, he'd loved to have seen me happy before he passed. I console myself with thoughts like those while letting my head rest against his broad shoulders.

'You know, I used to stare in the dark at night, most times, remembering how softly you loved to lie on me. How I was always the cure to your nightmares on days you had them, how your eyes would light up when you saw me. I miss playing with your hair, I missed our alone times, I missed watching you like a movie. Always and forever, you're the only one I want to wrap my arms around. I'm ashamed to admit, but I kinda began writing love songs, but they're really sad." Ken really had me feeling a million ways at once.

'I don't…" I started to speak but he gently placed a finger on my lips, shutting me up.

'You don't have to. I have more than enough memories for both of us." He sounded so sure it came off as sexy. 'I'll make you love me all over." He took a deep breath which kinda resonated with mine. There was so much in store.

Finally, his ride pulled up at his palace. It's the second time I've been there, just that this time, I was a happier person. He got out first and held the door open for me, holding my hands all the while. I felt out of body, like I was role playing. It was so unreal. I was the object of this Alphas adoration. He literally worships me and would have no issues licking the ground I stepped on.

'I don't know what you think about this, but I'd love for you to spend the night with me." He held my two hands in his and locked my gaze.

'That's a polite way to say you don't want me to run off before tomorrow." I joked with him, my attempt at easing the tension a bit. He at first wasn't shaken, but he gave a wry smile when he saw I was getting embarrassed.

'If I'm going to be honest, yes. I'd lose myself before I lose you a second time." His grip hand tightened and he looked like he wouldn't back down if I did not say what he wanted to hear. 'Please stay with me. I'm terrified to lose you. I want you, I need you." He was still looking at me.

It really was all too fast. I needed someone else to make these decisions for me, I'm not in the right frame of mind.

'What if I said ‘no'?" I asked him. His face looked fallen. He still held on regardless. Silently prodding me to change my mind.

'I'll stay with you." The smile on his face was immediate and very boyish. 'But I need a change of clothes."

'That's nothing. You have a ton of clothes I never allowed anyone to touch." He was beaming, looking so happy and proud.

'Could you please get them while I wait here?" I asked him.

'Sure, go in. Make yourself comfortable. I shouldn't even be saying that. I'm sorry, I'm nervous." He did not wait to say any other thing before scurrying off.

I threw the door open to reveal a very majestic bedroom. More majestic than what I remember sharing with Vance. It was gold themed, almost everything was gold plated, even the petals.

I ran my fingers over the bed, expecting something harder and masculine. But it really felt like it was a bed of feathers.

He came back with some clothes slung on his shoulders.

'Where can I change?" I asked as he handed them over to me.

'I'd prefer you do it right here, but you could also use my dressing room." He gave a very flirty smile which I tried to avoid.

The dressing room was a less vacant room joined to his bedroom. With ceiling high wardrobes and mirrors, majestic handles, clothes and shoe racks.