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Tanya's POV. I 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. Finally, the inquisitor's voice cuts through the tension and stillness of t

Tanya's POV. My 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 lying 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 not strictly out of lust, but through true romantic d

Tanya's POV. What 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 months' time, we will have no money," says my father, showing more humil

Tanya's POV. The 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 what I'm about to say. It has to be believable. "Tanya, where are you going?" despite the calmness of hi

Caspian's POV. Dylan 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 pinpoint the noise, trying to depict the cause. I