Novel & Cerita Tanya X

I took a slow breath and lifted my head, meeting his gaze for the first time without pleading. “I, Tanya, the halfblood of Xoraya Clan, accept your rejection, Alpha Prince Tovar of Raki Horde Pack.”

she mumbled as she came to a halt. Cynthia stopped too and her eye followed Kyra’s. "Well, you’re more beautiful than her though," she grumbled. Kyra shook her head in disbelief before she asked, "Who is she?" "Alpha Anton’s childhood friend, Tanya," Cynthia said easily. That name reminded Kyra at once of the way Alpha Anton had acted when he had heard that a certain Tanya was requesting his presence. So this was the lady? She felt her heart plummet at once, and pain seated through her but she swallowed it. Why was the lady so beautiful and why did alpha Anton have a female best friend?

Which so far it appears that they don’t Tanya smiles at me, like she is about to say something crass as her smile twists into the edges of her perfectly high cheek bones. That’s the thing about Tanya, if anyone were to be stalking her she would look good no matter what. Her make-up is rumored to be tattooed to her face. That’s what her followers brag about her eyeliner anyway.

Tasha I can’t believe that Hayley married a billionaire and a drop dead gorgeous one at that too! When she told me she was going on a date I never expected it to turn out like this. She’s married! She doesn’t deserve this, I do! I should be with Xander. I’m so much prettier and I’m more sociable. I would fit in so much better in his world. She didn’t even introduce me to him properly at the wedding but that will change. I will find a way to come between the two of them. Xander will be mine. If it were anyone other than Xander Dominic, I would have let her be, even been happy for her but she doesn’t deserve this. I've had a crush on him for years, every female has. I will make things work in

"Nice. I have a couple of TV interviews this week with the press. So much work to be a billionaire. Aunty Ashley I am going to need to borrow some clothes from you" she said dropping down on the bed. "Whatever you need Anna," I said. Tanya excused herself to go prepare the rooms for the children and I sat there speaking to Anna about the Xylon 10. I explained and told her the main ingredient that they use to make the drugs and she just got upset. She said she would decide what she was going to do with her father. We were talking for an hour when the doorbell rang.

Rachel "Remember my eighteenth birthday," I said. Daniel lifted his face with his eyes focused on me. "How can I forget? I nodded, I knew what he meant. It was the same day a big tantrum happened in the house with a big fight between Daniel's mom and his and my father too. The fight was so big that it even resulted in their divorce. I don't know, what was the reason behind their fight that was so big that it resulted in separation, even being a cheater can't separate Daniel's mother from his father but a fight did.

Her short, dark brown hair tumbled free, and she let out a sigh of relief as she began to unwind. One of the first things on her agenda was her medication. Nysaa knew the importance of her pills, the small yet crucial lifelines that helped her cope with the trauma of her past. She popped a few of them into her mouth, washing them down with a sip of water. The routine was a reminder of her vulnerabilities, a tether to a past she wished she could forget.

"Scarlett." ******

I turned to the doctor to tell him I was the Alpha's mate when suddenly, Val stopped me. “Are you sure about this?” She asked and I nodded. “Very sure..” I said and she nodded. “Alright then.” She turned to the doctor as well. Again, just as I tried to inform him of me being the Alpha's mate, Renee suddenly stopped us. “How sure are you all that Teacher Xena is Ryder's mate, I mean it could be false.” Everyone turned to give her a disgusted look as she strutted. I saw tears begin to pool in her eyes as she watched us.

We found seats in the middle section with a clear view of the podium. Tanya was already in the front row next to Elias. She had on her serious-but-not-too-formal clothes—dark trousers, a jacket, and her glasses. She was turned slightly in her seat, talking to some researcher I didn’t recognize, probably from the regional hospital site. The conversation looked lively, like two people who spoke the same language and were enjoying both agreeing and pushing back on each other. She hadn’t seen me come in yet.