Vanessa's POVCrying for so long made me feel numb and it felt like there was no water left in my eyes to shed. The injection given to me made me drowsy and my head felt heavy. I know the smartest thing to do right now was to sleep or at least lay on the bed and get some rest, but I can't afford to be anywhere around Declan anymore and I just wanted to leave.Staying in the hospital reminds me of how I watched Dame's lifeless body on the bed without being able to do anything to revive him and I think it's best to just leave.My vision was blurry, and I felt so weak. I knew I had to leave, but I couldn't even think straight. With trembling hands, I reached for the tube in my arm, wincing as I pulled it out. The pain shot through me, but I gritted my teeth and kept going. Finally, I was able to pull it out, and I staggered out of the ward, barefoot and disoriented.Every step felt like a hassle as I made my way down the corridor. I have to get out of here. Those were the only thoughts i
Declan's POVTwo days have passed, and I have no clue where Vanessa might be. Even after watching the CCTV footage, I refused to believe that Vanessa would leave me. I spoke to the doctor and he said the side effects of the drug and injection he gave her were drowsiness and hallucination. Judging from how she left the hospital, I want to believe that she was sleepwalking and she is properly in some kind of danger right now.I had my men look everywhere for her, but she was nowhere to be found. We searched everywhere… every single road that led to the hospital. The streets nearby, we even went as far as searching through the people's houses, but there was no sign of Vanessa.I sat in my room, tapping on my table as I thought of where she might have gone. What if she had an accident? Then, the police would have said something. She doesn't have anywhere to go. She doesn't even have anything on her, where could she possibly go?Jenny…I rushed over to the kitchen where Jenny was busy cutt
Vanessa's POVI have concluded that I would be leaving once I regained my strength, but I do not want what happened when I tried to leave the last time to repeat itself. I know Declan would probably be looking all over the place for me, and he might have stopped me from leaving again, so I thought of writing a letter to him instead.I knew going to see him and telling him whatever I had to say was the proper way to end everything, but I was afraid that I might change my mind if I saw his pained expression, or even melt at his words if he surprised me by begging me to stay or do something worse like lock me up in his house to prevent me from leaving. With Declan, one can never be too sure.I opened the drawer and saw everything the way I left it. It was as if Tristan was hoping that one day I would return back to him. I expected him to throw out all of my belongings and wipe out every single trace or reminder of me in his pack, but he didn't.I imagined the good life I could have had w
Vanessa's POV"Vanessa! Come and play with us!""Yes please, we are tired of playing alone," the kids whined as I sat down on the swing and watched them play by themselves."No, we want to play hide and seek," one of the kids whined, and I smiled at them."We have been playing hide and seek all morning," I said, still panting, from running for a long time. "You should play another game or I will have everyone go back inside," I threatened them, but it didn't even look like they were listening to me."Let's play a video game. Whoever wins gets to decide what we do next," one of the kids suggested, and I couldn't help but smile about how they reminded me of Dame in every way. That trick was the same Tristan and Dame always used to get whatever they want, and watching the kids say the same thing made me smile.It was as if the kids knew about my past life. They always find a way to remind me of the past in every way.It's been three years since I left the southern pack. Three years of le
VANESSA’S POV Jenna started with my hair that evening, brushing it slowly while she talked my ear off on how I was lucky to have such long and curly hair, I was not listening. My eyes were fixated on my reflection in the mirror with different thoughts running through my head, and the center of all my thoughts was him, my husband whom I have spent the entirety of my life loving — Declan Thorne, Alpha of Wildheart Pack. My heart was heavy even as Jenna smiled at me, taking her time to dress me up. "Luna, are you even listening to me?" Jenna tapped me softly, her concerned gaze roaming over my features. I sighed. "Jenna, do you think he will notice me today? I mean it's been three years since she died and I've been married to him in that same amount of time. Do you think Declan will notice I exist today? Maybe he would smile at me a little bit?" I knew I sounded pathetic, but when a woman in love is desperate, rationalism is one of the things we cannot afford. It was
VANESSA’S POV "Luna, is something wrong?" Jenna asked me curiously, concern etched all over her face. I dragged Jenna into my room hurriedly, trying not to stumble. "They think I am barren. The Elders think I cannot produce an heir for Declan ," I wailed once we got inside. "Because I have been married to Declan for three years without an heir, the Elders and everyone think I am barren." Jenna looked at me with pity. "But you know you are not," she said, trying to console me. "Because I know does not mean they know! What have I done to deserve all this pain, Jenna? Is loving him a crime?" "No, My Luna. It is no crime to love a person." "Then why does it hurt this much?" I cried, hitting my chest like that would take the pain away. "Why does it hurt enough to kill me?" My eyes watered as I recalled how I had gotten here in the first place. How I had found myself married to Declan in the first instance. As the daughter of the previous Beta of our Pack,
VANESSA "Take it off, love, they are a nuisance," Declan whispered into my ear. His voice was as smooth and silky as his breath that blew over my face. I could feel his warm breath against my ear and I shivered at the sensation of his strong arm encircling me, holding me close against him. His body felt like fire to my skin, but not in an uncomfortable way… It was nice, sensual. Like he was the heat from a fireplace that you would sit near during the winter. I hurriedly took off the cloth, not wanting to delay the moment any longer. Once the offending garment was removed, we kissed passionately. His fingers tangled in my long black hair, making sure to hold on tight. I moaned at the sensation of his touch. The feeling of his lips on mine made my head spin and it wasn’t just from kissing. My skin felt electrified and it didn’t help that he was pressing against me. It didn’t matter though because all I wanted to do was get lost in his embrace. I wrapped my arms a
VANESSA’S POVI opened my eyes to an unfamiliar world. The beeping sound of the machine and the smell of antiseptics filled my nostrils, giving my brain the not so subtle reminder that this wasn’t the room I woke up in every single day. That revelation made me jerk up in utter shock. I regretted trying to stand up immediately as I was welcomed by an immense pain that caused a banging in my head. My entire body burned and that was when I realized that my body was covered up with different cuts and fresh bruises.I sank back into the bed immediately, unable to take the pain from standing on my own. Using that opportunity, I scanned my surroundings, and it looked like I had been hospitalized. No surprise there. With the number of cuts on my body, I couldn’t have survived without being connected to drips and being put on medication.But the real question was: how? How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was Declan denouncing me as his Luna. I left through the back door and—