Nadia's POV



I had tried to pretend for as long as I could that how Vance had been moving wasn't getting to me but I couldn't. I watched him walk in all smiley and happy from Who Knows Where on the oddest of days, and it only raised my suspicion.

I watched that happen two times. Two fucking times. I really wished it was my brain playing games with me, but it wasn't.

Vance was gay and happy, I even caught him daydreaming. That was the biggest slap on my face.


He stood up again at dawn, and was about to head to wherever it is but I just could not take it.

After that confrontation, I kept to myself and shut him out, for the better part of the day.


Vance was back, but this time around, he didn't carry the air he did the last two times.

He looked somewhat melancholy.

'I made dinner." I said out loud.

'Thank you." I was expecting something more than that. I was supposed to be the angry one there , cause I was the overlooked and overrode victim.

His attitude got to me. I wanted to pretend that I didn't give a fuck about how he felt, but that was hard to do when it affected every aspect of our lives.

It's been ages since Vance found me attractive enough to have sex with me. I want to act like I don't see all those, but I need him, as much as it hurts me to admit.

'Is it normal for me to expect more than just that?" I asked, summoning every sarcastic bone in my body.

'Yes it is, absolutely. Matter of fact, you can expect the crown, the pack, and even my powers, let's not forget my title too." Vance rapped aggressively and sent all the glassware that contained our dinner flying in all corners.

It had to be the most violent I had seen him in quite a while.

'What did you do that for?" I asked, teary.

'I'm not in the mood for all these, Dia. I don't want to see you, or anyone!" There was no need to pass that message across to all the palace servants, his voice was so loud in sure they heard him very clearly.

I broke down. This was not the sort of life I imagined for myself after Landon.

By my calculation, things were only supposed to go well from that point. I didn't think that there was something worse than being with Landon.

I had always known Vance had issues, I just never thought they were that bad.

Sometimes when it got to me too much, I began to pity Talia. Poor lady must have been through a lot.

I got up from where I sank resignedly into the floor and headed to Vance's room. The worst he could do was kill me, and the adrenaline surging through me at that moment could handle all that and even more. I was prepared for anything.

I was going to fight for Vance whether he wanted it or not.

There was no point knocking for permission. I also knew Vance seldom locked his door. All he needed was to command it and no one dared open his door, there was no point in locking except in cases of invasion of the palace.

I threw the door open and went straight to where he stood looking out through the window that overlooked that car park.

He didn't even flinch or look back, maybe he had a feeling that I wasn't going to go down without a fight, that was a good feeling.

'Why do you treat me this shityy?" I asked, my voice was cracking and my tone was somewhere between hurt, broken, confused, sad, angry and a million other emotions surging through me.

'I told you I didn't want to be disturbed." Vance was still very collected, up till that point, he hadn't even turned back to see who was speaking.

'What you want does not always matter, Vance!" The last time I called him by his name was definitely a very long while ago. It sounded very strange to both of us.

'I can see that now." He replied. Still looking out, he started humming an unfamiliar tune.

If I could, I would have smacked the nonchalant attitude right out of him.

'What exactly do you want? Tell me! I want to know!" I continued screaming. There was no risk of our conversation being eavesdropped as no one would ever dare, and the walls were highly soundproofed.

'You,", At that point he turned and looked at me, eyes dark and empty, 'out of here this instant." I was terrified and there was no pretending.

I also knew it was pointless trying to beg him. It was two things at that point, disobey him and risk my life, or run and hide my miserable self. I chose the former.

Standing up straight, I looked him right in the eye which wasn't too difficult to do as the height difference between us both was not all that.

'Get out of here!" He screamed for the last time.

'No! Don't try to get rid of me. I am not going to let you do that. You're going to have to kill me to see that happen.

Vance let out the loudest growl I had heard my entire life. If I wasn't half wolf and half human at the time, I definitely would've died. My girl, Tyla was already halfway, she was the reason I was still standing.

Vance wolf went as quickly as it came. Something felt wrong.

Tyla too went.

'I'm sorry." Vance apologized as he held my face in his, frantic and crying.

The switch up was so fast I thought I was going mad.

The Vance of seconds ago was threatening my very existence.

'You don't have to be. That's not what I'm asking for." I replied to him.

Still in tears, he lowered his bands to my waistline and gripped me so hard I felt I was going to break a bone.

Something wasn't right.

'Talk to me." I managed to squeeze the words out of my mouth as I couldn't even breathe well.

Vance held on tighter and cried louder.