Powerful but intoxicating scent

Another two years flew by quickly, each day as quiet as the last. Willow's life was dull and without spark, but she would never let anyone know about it. There was always a smile plastered on her face as she moved about, trying to appear the picture of happiness.

Like now, she was holding Scarlett's second baby; a boy who was just a year and a few months old, and she was smiling widely as the baby clapped his little hands and babbled incoherent words. Willow loved the baby, no doubt, but she wanted hers.

She was twenty-five years already and would be turning twenty-six soon, but she had no partner and had refused every man who tried getting close to her.

Scarlett has tried to set her up on dates, but she refused to attend any. She did not want any chosen mate but at the same time, she wanted a mate.

Being around Scarlett and Liam and watching their public display of affection made her yarn for a love she knew she would never have.

After that day two years ago that she let Scarlett co