Vance's POV

Life now for me was way more intense. Nothing has gotten easier. Things are spinning fast and out of my control.


When Nadia and I used to link up behind both Talia and Landon, it was more fun, more daring and more exciting. Now I actually have to be more committed and dedicated to her, as my wife that she is now, it's just so much more difficult. It's no thrill, no fun, and definitely much less exciting.

'Hey." She said softly.

'Hi, Nadia." She snuck up on me from behind, her hands around my torso.


'What are you thinking about?" She asked me.

I know to be careful. Nadia is very sensitive to almost everything I say now. To be quite honest, I'm tired of being too cautious around her. Life with…life was so easy and chill back then, I mean….


I don't really mean to always compare past and present, but it's such a drastic change that has occurred since Talia's death.

'Everything." I replied. Maybe I shouldn't have said it. Maybe I should keep all I think to myself.

I hold my breath, hoping she does not somehow fit herself into ‘everything as she so often does.

'Could you let me in?" She says, still cuddling me from behind.


'You are where I need you, Baby." I replied. It seemed like the safest thing to do. To shut her out. Inside me is a place I do not like to be, nor do I want anyone to visit.

'I want to know what you are thinking." She requested, demandingly. 'I don't like the fact that I have to deal with your bad moods and mood swings without knowing what the issue is." She said, still pressing.

'Baby, I promise you I'm fine." I reassured her, rubbing the back of her hand which was resting around my shoulders.

'Alright." She said, withdrawing her hands from my body.

I knew something was up. It's always one thing or the other. Phew.

No one said anything. Just the uncomfortable, unhealthy silence.

'Does this work for you?" She asked out of the blue. 'Rather, is this working for you?" She rephrased.

I knew something was up.

'That depends on what you mean by ‘this'." I replied to her. My head is down and I barely have the strength to do this argument with her.


She's quiet for a minute. I know she was processing the best way to continue this. Something in me thinks she likes this back and forth, and actually does it for sport.

'Are you bored?" I asked her, tired and vexed if the whole thing.

'So if I wasn't I would not care how my husband feels?" She shoots back.

'We both know that is not how I meant it at all." I replied to her

'Well, however you mean whatever you say, one thing is constant, and we both know it." She said with an air of hurt and finality. 'You don't love me enough to let me know how you feel most of the time."

'So love to you means when I bother you with things I'm still thinking through?" I asked her, trying to make her reason. 'Besides, you know it's not every single thing that I'm supposed to let you know of. Certain things are confidential and are not just women's matters." I continued, getting pissed at her already.

'So yeah, to be succinct and straight to the point, I belong in your kitchen and not in your head, yeah?" She stands arms akimbo right in front of me with a dead look, her eyeballs peering directly into mine.

I don't mean to be a pervert or whatever it is that those with weird sexual fantasies are called, but my brain literally took a break from what I was thinking and concentrated on her figure.

How nice it would be to have her stand like this, but naked, while I run my fingers into her, firstly one after the other, then make her sqirm when I begin to put them in and pull them out in multiples. How her other nipple would stand firm and turn red while I tease and bite on the one, making her breaths and stance unsteady.

How all her ‘iron woman' energy would fade away when I've pinned her to the bed, her legs and arms bound far apart from each other, and I'm running my tongue, firstly around her V, then into her clit, sliding in and out. Making her shriek and jerk helplessly.

How seeing her bent over, her legs spread to show the fresh red folds of heaven, nothing but pure seduction, her head pinned down with my one arm, the other tearing her folds apart, seeing how elastic she is down there, her liquid sliding out and running unto my fingers.

'Can I have some space?" I asked her, after staying silent for a while.

'Oh yeah, you can. Have the house to yourself." She said, storming out on me angrily.

Nadia walked out immediately, not just into the living room, or kitchen, or ever the rooftop, somewhere else in the house.

She stormed angrily right out of the pack palace, my house.

I'm stunned for many reasons but one. Apart from the fat that it's probably a death offense for a Luna to be as loose and casual about her position as Nadia is, I wonder how I degenerated this bad to let a woman treat me this way. In the fucking Alpha. Not even Talia, who was my mate, the most pleasurable woman I'd ever been with, made life this miserable for me.

'Should I go after her?" Tracy, the maid, came running to ask me.

'Aren't you supposed to be resting?" I asked her.

She looks stunned and confused. But as the seasoned maid she is, it wasn't so obvious as she quickly regained her composure and courtesies, walking out of my room.

'Tracy?" I called her. Maybe I felt bad for pushing her away. The anger I felt is not towards her.

'Yes, Alpha." She replied, stopping in her tracks.

'Thank you." I said to her. 'I'd call you when I need you. For now, have a nice night's rest and take tomorrow off."

She bows again and walks out, albeit not too happy.