Tanya’s POVThe pipette between my fingers quivers uncontrollably as my arm freezes in the midst of adding oil drops. My thoughts draw back to before the start of the first round, I remember that one of the staff members came up to me, saying that I had two hours to complete my perfume. Hence, I chose to craft a fragrance that required more time to blend and combine, and that fit nicely within the two-hour mark.Course I now realize that either she was mistaken, or the person had deliberately lied, for in fact I only had one hour. Some inner sense within me considers it was the latter assumption, which was highly strange, for I hadn’t even known the staff member, so why would she deliberately sabotage my chances?None of that matters now however, the bell sounds like a massive gong in my mind as I realize I only have fifteen minutes left to finish my perfume fragrance. And I can’t proceed with the original one because I certainly won’t be able to finish it in time. My thoughts begin t
Tanya’s POVI watch the clock on the wall with massive strain on my heart, the seconds ticking down at a pace that can’t be considered slow or fast. Only agonizing, like it’s mocking my slow inch towards demise. When it lands on one, dread succumbs to my system and I face up to the fact that it’s the end of my time in the competition.But before I’m left to accept failure, Marco bursts through the door with cosmic conviction. His perfectly placed golden blonde locks swaying with the movement of his body as he jogs over to my station.The moment equates to a scene in a book. Marco as a knight in shining armor, returns from his quest with the only ancient artifact that could save his kingdom. I stare wordlessly into his eyes as I take hold of the utensil that he hands me. Completely in awe of his desire to see me achieve this dream of mine.Hopefully my expression of pure admiration is enough, as I don’t have time to thank him. I must focus now on making my perfume and saving the Blue M
Tanya’s POVEveryone’s eyes are on Lily as she comes to the front of the stage, and from the sidelines a professional-looking investigator steps out from the crowd, coming up to stand beside her. He holds a file and carries a bag that he sets on one of the tables, unloading its contents to reveal perfumes that he places down.“I’ve done a detailed investigation of Malik’s perfume store where Tanya use to work.”My body shudders with uncertainty, standing by Marco as I turn to face Lily whilst she continues addressing the judges and the crowd. “These are perfume samples sold at Malik’s store,” she hands them out to the judges. “As you’ll soon realize, many of these perfumes smell exactly like my winning perfume creations from previous competitions.”The previous silence dispels as the crowd mutters and whispers amongst themselves. The judges each receive a sample, and take a sniff, nodding their heads in agreement, urging her to continue. “I don’t know how Tanya got the recipes for the
Brandon’s POV1 hour ago:God I needed this…My hand was slung round Alina’s dainty little waist, slipping my finger through the belt loop on her jeans. I pulled her tighter against me, hearing her moan as the bottom half of me pressed against her, whilst my lips meshed against hers. But just as she began to undo the buttons of my shirt, my phone blasted its ringtone.I groaned. I pulled away to lounge back against the couch. She rushed to fix her disheveled hair as I picked up the phone. “What?”“Don’t tell me what. You owe me a favor.”I grinned when I heard Lily’s irritated voice over the phone. It had been a while since she contacted me. The last time was when she was furious at the fact that I had let Tanya find a way to leave the Blackhide Pack. Even though I faked being her boyfriend and stole her perfume designs. To Lily it hadn’t been good enough, that, and well, Tanya marrying Prince Marco was a hilarious, but also problematic turnaround of events.In all honesty, I didn’t r
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