Nadia's POV

I had ever been squeezed that bad in my life. Not even while I had fights and confrontations with Landon.


Vance was messed up, and I confirmed it that day.

It wasn't until he had his fill before he let me go.

That saddest part of the whole thing was that he didn't do it on purpose. I was terribly lost.


I didn't know if I was to be annoyed or feel for him.

Admittedly, he was going through a lot, matter of fact had been going through a lot lately. But that definitely didn't justify trying to wring life out of him.


He crashed to the floor breathing and panting like he didn't the most strenuous thing ever.

The black in his eye had cleared, leaving plain old vulnerable Vance.

These changes were partly in my favor, and partly not. No one is yet aware that Vance had difficulty changing into his wolf. Or about the numerous times he had bled without a cut.

Or even his fainting episodes and days when he was too weak to even get out of bed.

I kept all those tucked carefully out of the ears of any third party.

While Vance never thanked me or even acknowledged it, I knew that he knew and appreciated what I was doing.

Which is why I feel a different level of hurt anytime I think about all I do for Vance and what he used to repay me.

I made up my mind that I was done being a victim. It was time to find the bastard who dared monkey with my monkey.

I didn't come all that way to resign to some wolf because Vance has taken more liking to the hole between her legs than he has to mine.

I was made of tougher stuff and it was hgh time I let them both know.

'Who is it?" I asked him, point blank.

I was over pretending that I was clueless about what was going on.

'Can I at least get some rest?" While I was glad that he didn't try to take me for a fool and deny it, it also hurt me somewhere deep inside that there was someone else.

It felt like deja-vu. Not really, but somewhat. It was the exact way I had Vance from Talia.

While I can't feel the pain whenever he makes out with someone else but me because I'm not his first mate, I could feel very much how distant he had grown. From someone who wanted nothing but to have sex with me all day just a few months ago, to someone who would not even cast a second glance at me, it could only mean one thing.

It wasn't so clever of whoever it was to try and use my MO against me. It was my game. It was how I got Vance from Talia. I could sniff out every foul smell and I swore I was going to crack down hard on whoever had guts enough to set eye on Vance.

'How would you feel if I did what you are doing to me to you?" I asked him.

I had second thoughts about lending him a hand to stand up. I really did prefer seeing him writhe in pain on the floor. He deserved it, and more for even thinking to put me in such a situation.

'What part of leaving me to rest is difficult for you?" He asked me.

'As corny as it sounds, I kinda prefer asking you questions like this, now. You're more responsive."I answered, with very little care in the world.

'I don't have to answer you. I don't have to say anything to you. If I hear a word about this from someone other than you and I, you can count that to be your last day alive." The Vance I know was slowly returning.

Before I could process a response, he stood up, grabbing my neck as he did so.

'Why do you all like to disobey me?" He said, holding my neck in a very tight grip.

I was choking and fast turning purple.

'When did I lose my aura? That gives you all the guts to even breathe when I walk by?!" He asked again, thunderously.

If Vance's hand was stable, I would have borne the torture without letting out a sound. But between his trembling and firm hands, his murderous eyes and his alcohol reeking breath, it was all too much.

'Please, let me down." I managed to cough out.

I was already suffocating, near passing out. There was no point in trying to act strong. It was a monster in place of Vance, that had to be the only reasonable explanation.

Next thing he did, Vance brought my lips to his and started kidding me.

He went from 100 to 0 in the blink of an eye. I should be ashamed to say, but I found it very hot.

Vance's erection was very much pronounced and pressing against my thighs already.

I was still too weak to be active, but I was enjoying it. And I did not want him to stop.

He took my cold, weak, purple hand and put it on him. After initiating the first two strokes, I knew what he wanted me to do.

'I'm sorry baby, I really am." Vance kept apologizing in my ear, while passing some sex exhale.

He did not even bother lying on the bed, and he was very comfortable with my hands.

He just kept swinging his hips back and forth till he came undone.

'Do you need some tea?" He asked. I could not take it anymore and I collapsed from fatigue.

So many things at once. It's the kind of life anyone who lived with Vance had to endure.

'Yeah. I feel weak." I answered him.

'Want some honey in it?" He asked. I was used to it. Minutes ago, the same person cared very little if I lived or died.

'Yeah. A little." I replied. 'Dinner would've been cold by now." I added.

'I'm sorry. We'll eat as soon as you're done."