Nadia's POV 
If anyone bothered to ask how I was, I don't even think I could say fine. Was I really? Vance would say I was. He's been piping me steady since we “made up”. 
I mean, it was great at first. It meant I didn't have to see Landon, I hadn't seen him in quite a while. It also reduced the risk of calling his name while moaning to Vance's strokes, a fear I've always had since I started two timing them both. 
I was begging to feel like a Luna in my own right. Who had both the alphas and beta eyes rolled up, ties curled, mouths wide open muscles contract, dick leaking their seeds into her irresistibly? 
Just yesterday morning, for the first time, he ambushed me in the bathroom. I was shy to my marrow. The floor suddenly seemed too strong, I felt maybe all the nervous foot tapping would have dug the floor deep enough to swallow me. For the first time, he deemed it fit to “Have a sexy morning wash with my wife”. 
I stood there dumbstruck, staring like he had just spoken some foreign alien language. If it wasn't Vance, maybe he would have felt a little ashamed, maybe I would have felt pity for embarrassing him when he was trying to be cute, maybe he would have been vexed and walked out on me and we would have taken turns to bath, maybe later I would have given him the best head of his life, maybe we would have had maddening make up sex, the type that makes him promise me he'd strap down and I'd be female alpha, promise me he'd serve me for the rest of his life, all those sweet lies I love to hear. 
But it was Vance, the Alpha of Moonstone. As I stripped the towel off my body, he was only too glad to grab it out of my hands and “Help you put it out of the way”. ‘Whose way?’ I thought to myself, of course I could not say it out loud. 
I silently prayed to my lady down there to please get herself ready as Vance would have had his way whether or not I wanted it. It would literally have been a sticky and uncomfortable situation, literally. Unfortunately, she is just as stubborn as I am, dried up like she's never been wet. I wince every single time I remember Vance using his juice as lube as he was already dripping after he forced my mouth down there. 
With men like Vance, you had no say in the sex. Some days he wanted it as slow as forever, other days he wants it faster than his erection, some days he wanted you to take his seed down in all three holes, some other days, he wanted the one in my mouth dripping down “from cleavage to clit” as he put it, in his husky sex voice. 
That day, he wanted me to take it down, with all the water from the shower he had turned on for more effect. It really was always his rule. I have learnt that by now. I couldn't tell him when I felt cramped, or when I didn't want to, when I had sores from the previous time we did it and it hurt so bad to even think of being under him, when my sore breasts threatened to dangle off as he rode roughly in cowboy. 
Ironically, sometimes, I find myself wanting, waiting, dreaming of the next time. On days when I felt like it, which wasn't too unusual, it was just great. My energy matched his, I knew he could sense it as I'd get pecs on my forehead first, before he traced it down to my clit and gave me a little quickie with his tongue the very next morning. 
As a typical Luna, on most days, I was just an indoor decoration till Vmace had use for me, or there was a little drama that needed my attention, which is not so often. 
As I looked out through the window. The same window Landon was supposed to assassinate Vance through only a couple of years ago. How things had changed. It's nearly maddening, unreal sometimes. 
The house was quite quiet, save for footsteps from that rusty old maid. A little nasty reminder of how I wound up her. I'd really love to take care of her, as in, take her out. But she's too close to Vance to that, Vance is too used to her. 
  “Would you be needing anything?” She pokes her head through the door. Something about seeing her just makes my blood boil. Maybe because she is a harsh reminder of my desperation, maybe because she is also a living reminder, a mistake I'm sure. 
  “If I do, I'd call you.” I snapped at her, almost regretting the force with which I said it. Apparently, she was smart enough without curtseying like she does when Vance is around. 
I don't want to lose it, but deep down, this was really all getting to me. If it wasn't for control pills, I'd have been pregnant with who knows who's son. I really didn't want to have to lie to Vance and myself, carry the child full term and have a Landon, I'd be beheaded before it let out its first cry. 
At the same, it was his want, need, for an heir that put me in the position I am today. So while trying to get the best of both worlds, I really should remember there was work to do. Phew. It was a simple calculation honestly. Keep off the meds and keep up Vance pace, I'd be knocked down and out in no time. 
One more thing. Landon had not mentioned anything about getting pregnant. Did he think it wasn't necessary? Fuck what he thinks. I think it's smarter ‘cause then I have him really locked up. 
I was so consumed in my thoughts I didn't realize when he walked in. 
  “Landon!” I definitely knew my heart skipped over two beats. And when I did become fully conscious, I heard myself breathing hard, the warmness settling on my upper lip. My heart was vibrating in my ribcage. There were so many things going through my mind.