Tanya’s POVI later find out from Marco that although Brandon had escaped, his trail couldn’t escape the nose of a powerful Lycan. Marco had expertly tracked him down using his sharp wolfish sense, and reconnaissance experience to follow Brandon’s bodily odors to his position.Brandon had been on the phone to Lily, confirming he had been able to steal my manuscripts successfully. Of course, Brandon didn’t sense the presence of the Lycan Prince, who in swiftness grabbed my manuscripts and bludgeoned him into unconsciousness. Marco tied him up in a remote area of town within the confines of an abandoned house so that Brandon couldn’t call Lily to update her on the turn of events.However, right now, I’m squirming in my seat with both hope and unease as Marco presents the evidence to the inquisitor. The man takes a cold hard look at my papers, silently flipping through the pages as the room holds its silence.Fina

Tanya’s POVI’m a little stunned to speak upon realizing that the Messenger Mage who has been listening to me, has been Marco all along.‘But- but how,” I stutter.And although it is Marco who replies back to me, it’s the voice of the Messenger Mage that I hear as it flows past his lips. “Greetings Tanya! It’s incredibly lovely to finally meet you from beyond the veil!” I blink in surprise, the tone and mannerisms, not at all a reflection of Marco’s nature.He seems to notice this. “Oh so sorry! I should’ve introduced myself first, I’m Marco’s wolf,” Marco starts to cough and cannot help but roll his eyes, seemingly speechless at his wolf’s mannerisms. Then a different male voice exits his vocal chords. “I’m Manuel,” the voice sounds rich and smooth, matching the polite greeting he offers me.“Nice to meet you, Manuel,

Tanya’s POVMy eyelids softly flutter open, the blurriness of my vision slowly fading as I grow conscious of my surroundings and my body awakens. But I’m too groggy to do nothing by lying in bed. The soft pillow beneath my head urges me to sink into its depth and rest my eyes some more, but I can’t.Not when I can feel a warm muscular hand laying limp upon my waist, not when I can feel his gentle breaths against my skin as he lies asleep beside me. Not when the slight breeze tickles my cold but completely bare skin beneath the quilt. Not when I’m so sore in all the right places.I smile. My current situation has me filled with nostalgia, identifying the parallels between this very moment and the morning of my very first one-night stand with Marco. Where somehow, by fate, or mischievous methods of the universe, our paths have crossed in such a silly way. Only for now to be awaking from our night in bed together that has been done

Tanya’s POVLater that day, I get a call from the palace. One of the messengers says the King would like to meet with me. Although I’m a little unnerved by the proposal, I still say I’ll be there soon, and hang up and get dressed.Marco drops me off, and I walk nervously into the palace, and into one of the rooms where the King is waiting for me. “Your highness,” I curtsey before the King. He sits comfortably in one of the chairs, a glass of whiskey in hand.“Welcome Tanya, please have a seat.”I sit down on the chair opposite him, placing my hands on my laps to stop their nervous twitching whilst under the placid gaze of the King. “The reason I’ve asked you to come, is because I have an offer that I’d like you to consider.”I can’t get a read on his expression, nor think of anything that would warrant the King to be upset with me. “An offer Sir?”He

Tanya’s POVWhat I learn from my family and old pack members is that the Lycan King has started imposing harsh sanctions on my pack. Using methods such as increasing taxes, restricting imports and exports, all to displace the economy and profits my pack earns to maintain a comfortable living for its residents.They have all come to the capital to find me after the King set an ultimatum. That if I’m to divorce Marco, then he’d undo all the restrictions and sanctions. Despite their cries, I find it all so difficult to process. My fingers wriggle nervously with the hem of my shirt in considerable discomfort.I was a nobody before I married Marco, declared an abomination and a worthless lost caused that no one cared for. My father didn’t see me as his daughter, and my stepsister pretended to care despite her betrayal by sleeping with my boyfriend.“Please Tanya, the King’s sanctions have left us in a deficit. In mo

Tanya’s POVI sit in one of the rooms, as I bury my head in my hands, my mind is filled with turmoil. How could this be? Why did things have to be so good, before being snatched away from me?Before I can sink further into a hole of my own misery, I hear the click clack of heels as someone walks into the room. Instantly I realize it’s the last person I am interested in seeing. My eyes slowly lift up to cast upon Lily.There’s no longer a requirement for formalities between the two of us. We know where we both stand. And most important of all, she’s won. Lily’s won.Hence, I’m not surprised as she gets straight to the point of the matter. “I’ve checked the ancient books. And I now know of a way to cure Marco of his curse and save his life,” part of me is relieved that Marco can be saved, but knowing what it’s going to cost me is detrimental to my sanity.Lily continues to

Tanya’s POVThe car Lily has arranged to take me away feels like a portal. It is like I have been living in my own made-up fantasy land. Where I have been someone important, a princess, married to a prince. I have lost myself in this dream, that felt so real. And now…. I am being forced to return to the real world, to a place where I am nothing and no one.The car hasn’t made it far till my eyes are forced to flicker up to look into the rear-view mirror. I see the familiar figure of Marco, and he’s running, chasing after me with all his heart. I think that he’d eventually give up and let me go, but he doesn’t. He just keeps running, and I can’t bear it anymore.“Stop. Stop the car.” The car screeches to a halt.“Just give me a minute to sort this. I’ll be back.” The driver simply nods his head before I exit the vehicle. As I walk towards Marco, I mentally prepare myself for

Tanya’s POVI can’t help the scream that escapes me, immediately I veer away from the outstretched claw. My hands fumble and slam against the car door, before finally slipping hold of the handle. I roughly tumble out of the car, pushing myself desperately to my feet and breaking into a sprint for my life.The rain rushes down in thunderous rage as I run blindly, screaming out for help. But no one hears me, not with the wind’s terrible screams, and not when the earth ruptures with ground shaking thunder.With no wolf form, with no wolf speed, and with the fetus barely protected by my weak body, I fail to maintain much distance. I look back to see white glowing eyes in the dark, and a large menacing shadow resembling the form of a massive wolf can be seen through the slits of downpour.No…. I look ahead pushing to run faster, but I can hear his ominous paws galloping after me, each contact they make with th

Caspian’s POVDylan and I move like shadows through the forestry in our wolf forms. Dylan’s wolf is a mocha brown, whilst the fur on my paws showcases a lighter, ivory hue. We follow our normal routine route that has been allocated for centuries for patrol units. The path we take is a thin line that penetrates through the grass, weighed down into a muddy consistency by the numerous paw prints that litter it day in and day out.Despite being Alpha, I’m not beyond the usual tasks that are given to my wolves. Moreover, I find a sense of ease whilst conducting patrols. We belong to the forest. We were born here, and we shall die here, and I find no greater comfort than being in my wolf form, surrounded by it all. My eyes are accustomed to the vibrancy of the greenery, nose inhaling soft scents of the florals, leading the way with ease.That is until I hear a loud splash sounding from the west that halts my movements, ears swiveling to pinp

Tanya’s POVI’m taken to the hospital by customers who are more than happy to drive me there, and I’m thankful for their generosity. The pain is immense, and I find myself cradling my tummy to cope with the on sudden rush. Every unexpected jolt of the car strikes pain through my body, and I desperately try not to cry.Finally, we make it. The customers help keep me on my feet as we make our way in. My clear baby bump makes it evident to the staff of my situation. I’m placed on the gurney and rolled into one of the rooms before they move me onto a bed. Despite its softness, it doesn’t ease the awful cramps that start escalating in pressure.The hospital staff all look like worker bees, rushing to and from the room to prepare for the birth. One carries towels, another soft blankets. One adjusts the position of my bed so my back is slightly raised, whilst another attaches me to fluids, injecting the top of my wrist with a need