Talia's POV

The journey to Silverhaven from Moonstone was slow and painful.


I kept rethinking the decision wit every step I took.

My mind was split in two. One constantly reminding me that I wasn't too far from my childhood love, from the place I had always known as home.

The other telling me to go on and step into a new, less chaotic life.


I chose the later.

Too much had happened between Vance and I to think there would be a bright future. I wasn't willing to waste a second chance on him again. Besides, it wasn't really the Vance I fell in love with that led Moonstone anymore. He now look like a ravaging animal, ready to tear anything apart.


It brought tears to my eyes when I realized that my whole mission had really been to kill my brother and my best friend, and ruin Vance's life.

I had gotten my revenge, and nothing was going to change that. I was happy about it.

I decided to switch off my thinking and just focus on getting back. It was daybreak already, and I was near Silverhaven.

Suddenly, like I expected, I started to develop cold feet. Seeing Ken's face would break me considering the circumstances under which I left.

He was literally begging me to let him love me all over again.

If if had stayed, our love would have blossomed by now.

There was no point in bringing up the past. .I took a deep breath, brought myself together and stepped foot into my home, hoping and praying Ken would let it remain that way.

I considered telling him everything that happened, but it would have just put a heavy strain on our relationship.

I didn't want that to happen. Ken and Silverhaven were my happy place and it was going to remain that way.

I walked farther and farther into town and soon, Ken's palace was in sight.

I got all sorts of glances from people around, and I couldn't blame them. I looked worse than anyone I passed.

Sadly, they recognised me, so not only was I getting pity glances, I was getting strange and ‘what the heck was she up to?' look.

I dreaded what Ken would feel seeing me like this, but it was far better than the reactions I garnered outside the palace.

Words about me travelled faster than I did.

I was just block's away from the palace when one of Ken's jeeps pulled up beside me. I didn't have to be told, I hopped into it, closing my eyes as I relished the feeling of soft comfortable leather beneath me. It'd been a very long while.

The next time I opened my eyes, it was with my least favorite person in the world, the doctor, hovering over me.

I saw Ken in a corner paranoid and pacing.

'Her eyes are open." The doctor said. What I heard was 'He's dead."

I kicked and screamed and fought my way through the dozens of nurses who tried to hold me down.

'Please. Please, Isla, please." I heard Ken pleading.

I calmed down, not just because of his vouce and look, because I was tired and bleeding from my arm where something was connected to.

'Please replace everything." Ken screamed at the professionals turned onlookers.

They ran around, scampering to put things, back in order, while Ken sat beside me.

It's the first time I saw him in forever.

We locked eyes, and that moment felt like magic.

His honey coloured eyes had all the forgivemi was looking for.

The water that made his eyes glistened evoked fresh teas from me. I had been stupid and careless with him. I regretted all I put him through.

'I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry I was selfish and in my head the whole time. I didn't, I didn't treat you well, and I get it if you don't want me anymore. After all this, I can leave." My throat was sore and parched, but I badly wanted to talk to him.

'Isla, you have to get better first." He said.

'What happens when I get better?" I asked him. Something in me was terrified that he had done sort of news for me. News that would be life changing.

It was selfish on me to ever even think he would put his life on a hold for me.

Tears streamed down my face as I submitted myself to the piercing and puncturings of the doctor.

Another round of drug induced sleep took the better part of the next day, and it wasn't until the third day before the doctor certified I could move around and see people, so far I kept to my drugs strictly.

I was only too glad to have him and his medical team out of the house as the whole place had begun to stink like a hospital.

Ken's was the first face I saw when I stepped out. A long and hard conversation was overdue.

'Can we see?" I asked him, my vouce sounding very timid.

Ken flashed a smile before agreeing and letting himself into my room. I didn't know what to make if it. Maybe he was tired, or maybe he just felt it'd be better to tell me whatever shocker he had to in my room.

'Can I go first?" He asked.

'Yes." I answered, only too happy that he rid me of the burden of starting the conversation.

'You look beautiful." He said. I was thrown off a slight bit. The room felt warmer. I also felt a bit light headed. But it was cute.

I'm ashamed to say I blushed, but I did.

He smiled at the effect he had on me, but I straightened up as fast as I could, which took about two minutes.

'I can't remember all I said since my inglorious reappearance." I started, it was rocky, but it was a start. 'But here's all I mean to say and all I think I should say."I cleared my throat and looked at him one last time before saying everything I had rehearsed over a thousand times.

'When I came here, I had very little memory left. You were there for me, I still remember that and would never forget. The most shameless part of it was that I was still stuck on a man I loved while I knew nothing about myself, and you bore the load of helping me heal through it. Of finding myself back, of getting back my memory. And I did. I remembered you. And I remembered who you were and what you meant to me. I had trouble switching lives, and you swore to be patient with me, you were patient with me. I remembered how, how you looked at me with lust in your eyes, and even though I am, was, your wife," My voice was getting croaky, as the emotions were catching up with me.

'Am." He corrected. My heart did a little happy dance, but I was still a long way from done.

'Thank you. I saw you look at me with love and lust all those times, and not for one did you force me to do anything I didn't want to. You've been kind, you've been patient, you've been there. I've been none of those. I probably do not deserve a second chance, but I'm begging you to give me, I want to prove to you that I can lice you and our baby." The speech was a lot longer, but I had broken down in tears, I couldn't pick up from where I stopped.

Ken got up from were I made him sit and held me. He held me like a baby, rocking me.

I cried for everything I had lost, I cried for everything I still stood to lose.

'I made a promise to you, and whether or not you like you, I'd never let you go." He said in my ear, whispering.

That was all the confirmation I needed. I took his face in my hands gave gave him a big long kiss.

Ken tried to play gentle and only kept his hand hovering above my bum. I took his hands down and swing a leg across his waist.

Tired of waiting and ever so eager, Ken swept me off my feet and gently put me on the bed

With ease and swagger, he unbottoned my clothes and threw them to some corner of the room.

From that night, Ken made me forget all about Kael and Vance. Even with my trauma and pains, left undiscussed and burued in my past, he loved me like there was no one else.

I hoped Vance remarried, I hoped Karl had a wonderful life with Maxine, and I loved my Alpha and my baby with my whole heart.