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Vanya's POV The grand ballroom was buzzing with energy, an atmosphere that dripped with wealth, power, and allure. The alphas of Europe were gathered, celebrating the Blood Moon festival, their presence casted an air of dominance that mingled with the clinking of champagne glasses and the low murmur of polite discussions.But there was one person who stole the attention of nearly everyone in the ball.Me.I moved through the crowd with an effortless grace, my blood-red dress clinging to my curves in a way that made heads turn and whispers follow my every step. It was as though the party had shifted from being about the Blood Moon to being about me. Men circled around me like moths to a flame, each vying for my attention, each trying to outdo the other with their charm and flattery.I smiled kindly at them, exchanging pleasantries, but always keeping a polite distance. Despite their efforts, none of them held my interest. It wasn’t that I enjoyed the attention—it was a game, a dance o

Vanya's POVMy mind was in complete turmoil. The word "mate" echoed in my head like a bell tolling, ringing louder and louder with each passing second. How was it possible? Second-chance mates were the stuff of myths, stories whispered to give hope to the brokenhearted wolves who had lost their first mates. But I wasn’t living in a fairy tale, and this—this was real.I had heard it. My wolf had spoken with clarity, something that hadn't happened in years.“Our mate,” she had said. And now, I couldn't unhear it.After ending my conversation with Tristan, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart pounding. I couldn’t sleep. How could I, with the revelation that I had a second chance at something I thought I had lost forever? The questions buzzed in my mind, refusing to settle.Why Tristan? How had fate decided this? And what about Cian?Cian, whose possessive hold still loomed over my life like a storm cloud, would never let me go. The thought of Cian finding out about Tristan sent

Vanya's POVMy fingers trembled as I dialed the number again, my heart racing with each ring. But once again, it went straight to voicemail. I clenched my jaw, frustration mixing with fear. Why wasn't she picking up? This was the fifth time today, and my so-called "mother," the woman I'd been trying to forget for years, now remained out of reach."Come on, pick up..." I muttered under my breath, pacing back and forth in my office. The phone buzzed in my hand, but instead of a call from my mother, it was another notification—an email. *"Product Supplier Update."*I opened it, my heart sinking as the words unfolded in front of me.*"Dear Ms Jacobs, due to unforeseen circumstances, we will no longer be able to provide the materials for your catering event till further notice."*I stared at the screen, my mind spinning. There was yet another supplier, another cancellation. This was the third one today. How was I supposed to pull off the coming events without the necessary supplies? Pan

Vanya's POV:"Vanya, you really need to look at this!" Tara burst into my office, her voice high pitched with fear or excitement, or horror or maybe a mixture of all three of them, I had no idea.I held my head in my hands, my face down on the desk. My hair flowed down my back and billowed all around me.I feel numb. I felt like something inside of me had died. Staring at the phone in front of me, a video played on mute. The blogger or influencer in the video was talking about Vanya Jacobs and the scandalous rumours that were resurfacing about her. I read the subtitles, my eyes glazed over. The video finished playing and played all over again. Josephine. This Is all her handwork."Vanya!" Tara tapped my shoulder and shook me.My arm slipped and my head fell to the table. "What?" I groaned, staring at her. "You have to..." She started to say, showing me her iPad and suddenly she paused. She saw the phone on the table and her lips pursed. "Oh," She said, her eyes filled with guilt.

Vanya's POV:"Vanya," I heard that deep voice in my head again. Emily and I got into the car and she drove off, leaving Cian behind. I had no idea what had possessed me to pull such a move. If it had gone wrong, I would have been seriously injured or even worse. All because of Cian and his madness. "Are you hurt anywhere?" Emily asked, glancing at me from time to time while still keeping her eyes on the road."I'm fine." I said calmly. "Vanya," That voice called again. "What?" I replied. "That's how you greet me after so long?"I froze up. My wolf?! She's now talking to me?!"Vanya," She called, her voice punctuated with annoyance. "Vanya talk to me! ""Miss Vanya," Emily called. "Where do we go now?"I looked behind us, half dreading to see Cian giving hot chase. Thank goodness, I didn't see him. "Let's go home." I said. ******I was back home. It had crossed my mind to tell Marco about the crazy incident with Cian, but as I came into the house, the whole event was playing o