LOGINTanya's POV. Eventually the weekend rolls around, and with Claire off school and me off work, we decide to go visit Vivian's family for lunch. Marco suggested it actually, and I'm happy to oblige, since I always enjoy Vivian and her son's company. We arrive and are escorted by the maids into the main sitting room. And whilst I have been to Vivian's home many times before, I went straight into her perfumery room to work with her. I have rarely seen any other part of the house. The living room is gorgeous. The space compliments Vivian's personality so well, bright and covered in soft spring colours. Massive windows surround us, letting tons of light filter through to brighten the space. Whilst pastel purples and cream tones are the main thematic colours of the furniture and rugs. Funnily, I don't know if I can smell actual lavender or it's just my perception of the room that makes me feel like we are surrounded by a field of wild lavender flowers. Nevertheless, I'm delighted by the ro
Tanya's POV. Lily and I are glaring angrily at each other just as Maroc walks in, and he doesn't hide that he's overheard the conversation between the two of us. "Tanya has talent. She is not incompetent," he suddenly states proudly whilst walking over to my side. "Her getting the job wasn't just because of me. I only mentioned to Vivian through Philip and Thomas that Tanya desired to return to work at the company. It was Vivian who was more than happy to have her, and even praised her talent and her achievement for winning the perfume competition. So Vivian invited Tanya to return to Eau de Luna Parfumerie as a special consultant." It warms my heart tenderly as Marco defends me, and I'm sincerely touched by his words. But he's not done. His icy glare then snaps to Lily. "You have no right to belittle her talent," he cocks his head in piercing look that makes me shiver. "Was it not you that lost to her in the competition?" Lily's obviously flabbergasted by the confrontation, she f
Marco's POV. I wait to hear Tanya step out of the room and that's when I finally open my eyes again. Trying to pretend I had been drunk was such an annoying affair, but it was necessary in order to have Tanya all to myself without her questioning the truth of my feelings. Course that's when I hear Manuel speak up. 'Come on man, just tell her you love her. I can't stand it any longer. I've felt so drawn to her, and now she's starting to emit a scent that I just can't ignore. She almost smells like Lily. Wait. What if she's our fated mate? She must be!' I don't discredit Manuel's assumptions entirely, but I'm not confirming them either. Not till I'm sure. Instead, I withdraw Tanya's ruby necklace that I've kept hold of. "Don't worry, I've come up with a plan." 'Another plan? First you used Isabella as an excuse to marry her, which she later found out about. And then you were using Claire as your reason. And then you pretended to be drunk and got Oliver to call Tanya to come pick you
Tanya's POV. I'm completely frozen solid in place, unable to grasp the situation. My brain is trying to come up with all sorts of reasons that didn't imply the obvious. There is no one else in the room with me other than Claire, and she is now softly asleep. My eyes snap to my child just to be sure, but as I assume, she's snoring away. My eyes glance to my surroundings, trying to find another person, not knowing if I really want there to be another person... But all I see and hear is my phone crying out for my attention. To the which the voice once again speaks out. 'Are you not gonna answer it?' I don't have time to respond to the mysterious voice, instead I pick up the phone, hearing that it is Oliver on the other line. "Hey Tanya, I'm very sorry to bother you but..." he sighs, and for a second I worry something bad has happened. "Could you come take Marco home? He's really drunk." A sigh of relief escapes me, for I'd rather Marco be drunk, than hurt. Before I can respond, my ea
Tanya's POV. Marco suddenly plants his feet in a stop. I watch him trifle with his emotions as his mouth opens and closes awkwardly. For once. I have caught the Lycan Prince by surprise. Course not for long, his slip up is quickly corrected, and I frown as he hardens his expression again, and he talks with immense stiffness. "I made you sign it because of Claire. She needs a father, as well as a mother. So, I want us to play the role of the perfect loving couple so that she grows up in a happy home. It's for her." I sigh. I still don't believe him. Something in my gut feels like he is just telling me this to avoid embarrassment. However, I can't prod any further because he then says in somewhat of a retort. "Even if I maybe concealed the truth a little. You also lied to me. You kissed me the other night and the next morning you acted like it was nothing! You completely denied it when I asked you." I look at Marco with immense surprise and almost slight discomfort, a blush creeping
Tanya's POV. As I hoped, my words somehow inspired Peyton's desire to live. The wailing of the medical monitors start to quiet down, and soon they beep at a much calmer pace. The surrounding doctors look astonished, but reveal that the measuring machines are showing that Peyton's physical state is changing for the better. And that although Peyton remains in a coma, she should hopefully awaken within a day's time. Finally, I turn to face the curious eyes that surround me. I sigh. No one is going to like what I'm about to tell them. But the truth needs to be known. "I found a letter written to Peyton by a gentleman who came to visit from another kingdom about a year ago." I sigh, unable to face Peyton's fated mate, Russel. "The gentleman who came to visit secretly fell in love with Peyton and he convinced her that their love was real. I guess, she believed him, and felt like her original mate bond was a mistake. That she was mistakenly tied to the wrong person rather than thinking of







