Talia's POV

'Thank Luna, she's back!" A very masculine voice proclaimed as soon as I completed my very failed attempt to sneak in.


Apparently, Ken was already organizing a search party. The energy in the palace was frantic, no one was smiling.

Then there was me, looking like a maid who snuck out to meet her mail-man boyfriend.

I heard Ken exhale, I almost even saw the air he breathed out.


Without a word, every other person knew to excuse us. I kept my eye on Ken all the while, he was the only familiar face so it wasn't like I had much of a choice.

'I was scared." He said, calmly.


That was how Vance used to start. The memories started flooding in. Vance's temper needed nothing to take it from zero to hundred. So I learnt not to talk back.

'Where were you, Isla?" He asked. His voice was still surprisingly calm. I'm waiting for the part where he screams at me and hurls the things around him in my direction, but I remembered that Talia and Isla lead two very different lives.

'I was walking around." I replied to Ken. Something in me died. I didn't want to start a new life by lying to him. Besides, Ken meant far more to me to have done that. But there wasn't a more reasonable explanation to why I'd leave my baby and be out of the palace. It's absurd to hear Luna do that.

'Isla, you know you can talk to me." Ken said. He was such a sweet man.

He didn't deserve someone as fucked up as I am. Someone who had been the Luna of some other pack, then the fuck buddy of a rouge wolf, and now an impersonator of his dear wife.

If only there was someway I could lay it all bare to him without it affecting our already complicated chemistry.

'I felt choked in here." I replied. He held me tighter to himself. That moment, I wished I could run out of his arms, of his life, of the baby's too.

I was a living walking baggage. And not one with good things.

'I'm sorry I made you worry." I apologized to him, praying I don't smell like burp too.

Ken was too close to not have smelt food or burp on me. Maybe he does not want to bring it up. I'd hate for him to start gathering the pieces and making assumptions.

I didn't want him to start feeling some type of way about me. It would not be a good thing at all.

Already, there was so much friction building. I've had to ask Margo to babysit for me twice, I knew he wouldn't fancy that, not after what happened between them. The only reading he must have been playing cool was because he didn't want me to suspect they still had something going on.

'It's not just today, Isla. You make me worry almost all the time. Something is obviously off. You don't want to talk to me. You don't want to sleep with me. You don't want to be with me. You don't even want to nurse our child!" Ken said, his voice was cracking, he sounded hurt.

Yet another man I have broken.

The tears started running down my cheeks. My head was throbbing. A lot of thoughts were passing through. Plus I was already fatigued from the silly adventure with Vance. My day had been chaotic. I was really sensitive. Everything Ken said went straight up to my head.

It finally sunk in how shitty of a mother, wife, or Luna I had been.

'I'm sorry." I dropped to my knees begging. . Ken came down right after me, holding me close. He put my head on his shoulder and held me there.

I sobbed as hard as I could, not holding anything back. 'I swear I'm gonna be better. For you, and our baby." I added.

'Don't get me wrong, baby. I'm not saying you're bad. All I mean is…

well, it's been almost a month since you've been back. I get that the circumstances were off, but I need you. I do. I need the real you back. Everytime I look at you now, I miss how we used to be." It was his turn to cry.

'How I'd catch you staring at me randomly. How you convinced me to stop wearing my towel out of the bathroom because you lived seeing me naked. How we worshiped each other. Don't you miss it too? Tell me you do. Please."

'What if I said I can't remember all those?" it was something I didn't think twice before asking. I had a little bit of Isla's memory, which is why certain things aren't strange to me, but that bit somehow just eluded me.

'Really?" At this point, I knew I had broken him. 'I'd be willing to help you relearn." He said in his next breath.

He never just knew when to give up.

'We can do that." I conceded.

It really wasn't that I was not attracted to Ken. I was. I felt the middle of my legs get wet when I stare at him for too long. Or even by just imagining how it'd be if he was ramming into me. I have a vivid picture in my imagination, of how I was gonna grip his waist and hold on to it, hoping my eyes would be able to keep themselves open so I can see his pacs turn golden with sweat.

On the flip side, I knew Vance in many ways I had not known Ken yet. Vance knew everything about how to make me happy. He made me cum effortlessly. All through the time our marriage lasted, Vance always made me long for me. It was something I always looked forward to. It was never routine.

It was going to take a while for me to condition myself to Ken. I mean, there was Kael in between too. Poor Kael.

I feel like a tramp every time I think of it all.