Talia's POV

I had never been in a more tight corner than I was.


I had duties that I owed to Ken, but I also had my own life to live. The whole essence of my existence was all for revenge.

My wolf would never rest if Vance and Nadia roamed freely, living their life at the expense of mine.

As much as I liked Ken, I was even beginning to grow quite fond of him, he could not stop me.


For a while though, it seemed quite smart to stay back in Silverhaven. I had always known not to underrate the maids and palace servants.

Even though they weren't so much, at least not as numerous as we had in Moonstone, they still posed a threat. Ken was at home more often too.


He had now out rightly begun to demand sex.

I knew the game was going to be over soon if by some means, things didn't change soon. I would have no choice but to give in. I was so freaking attracted to him. Ken was hot! But I needed to get Vance out of my head and life, he was taking up so much space.

The time with him in his jeep proved to me that I hadn't completely moved on or healed. If he was any faster, or if what happened didn't, I didn't see myself excessively resisting him.

'Hey baby." Ken said. It was his day off. He regularly took off days for us to bond as a family.

Our baby, Laura, spoke her first word the day before

Coincidentally, she called ‘dada' and Ken was so proud that he gloated about it to any and everyone he came across. He decided to stay back and enjoy the day with family.

I appreciated it. Staying all day, everyday for a month, locked up in a place with a baby and palace maids who still viewed me as a foreigner wasn't doing much to my mental health.

'How are you?" He said, smiling so sheepishly, with Laura perched on his shoulders.

Ken always loved eye and body contact. Sometimes, it came off as too much, but I gradually got used to it. It was a fair compromise.

'I feel better. It's been over a month since I saw this much sunlight." I replied, frankly and light-heartedly.

'Hey, look at that." He exclaimed, beaming and pointing to something behind me.

I turned right around to look at what it was, but there was nothing. I kept staring and I could not see anything.

'What did you say was there?" I asked Ken, backing him, but I got no reply.

As soon as I turned right round, I saw Ken on one knee, ring in one hand and he was holding Laura with the other.

My heart somersault where it was in my chest. It seemed good to have made such an impact on a man, for a man to love me.

But I still belived I was fucked beyond the point where I could have anything meaningful with Ken.

Truth be told, I was still quite on the fence about what life would be like in a few months. I was going to do what I had to do, whether it affects my relationship with Ken or not.

And ‘what I had to do' was quite risky, as Vance and I were still quite attracted to each other, even if he didn't know who I truly was.

I was mad as mad could be with Vance, I hated and loved him at the same time. With the same intensity.

He was messing with my head.

But I had a sweetheart, through and through. Ken was as innocent as a baby boy. I could not stand hurting him.

As I stretched my hand to accept his ring after so much on the spot contemplation, I accepted the fact that while I had to do what I had to do, it was not going to affect him in any way.

'I love you, Ken. And I swear, today, before you, I and our baby, I'd never do anything to hurt you both." He started tearing up. It probably seemed like something proactive, but it wasn't. It was already happening but I wasn't going to let it affect them. They were two very sweet individuals who deserved nothing but the best.

Ken got up from his knees and played the biggest kiss on my forehead before raising my head up and taking my lips in it.

With that one gesture, all my worries fold for a while. It was just Ken and I in our happy little world. Something I had always prayed for.

A freaking handsome man who loved me, a child we shared together, and peace all around.

Ken kept at it for minutes and while I enjoyed every single moment it lasted, I could tell that it was something he had been dying to do. Under normal circumstances, we were supposed to seal it with some groundbreaking, bed creaking sex, but my head wasn't there.

I was wet, quite alright. But I wasn't turned all the way on.

While I totally understood that I had to give myself time to process, it was also scaring me how long it all would continue.

It'd be really weird if, when I eventually let Ken have his way with me, he finds me dry, exhaustive or boring. That was going to be the ultimate showdown.

'Are you fine, baby?" Ken asked.

I knew all I had to do was take deep breaths. My head was getting foggy.

I hadn't ever told anyone, but I was suffering from survivor's guilt, from Kael.

It started soon after I moved in with Ken.

I always tried to deceive myself into believing that Kael would have wanted me to live on. . But I can't deny that I feel so far from him. Thinking about him, constantly being stuck between where I am now and where he is.

He really took the best part of my heart after Vance, and Ken was left to face the pieces.

Sometimes, I imagined what life would have been like if we remained in the cottage, peacefully. It definitely would have been bliss, wild and definitely fun.

Kael connected with me on a level that was far beyond description.