Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 8 Back To The Capital

Marco’s POV:

“Is that everything?” I ask her as she dumps a light briefcase at my feet.

“Yes,” she gasps. “I’ve only got a few things.” “Good,” I reply and shove the briefcase into the trunk, “Get in the car. We have quite a ride ahead of us.” “I’ve never been to the capital,” Tanya says. “What’s it like?”

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“You’ll see,” I reply.

The drive goes on in absolute silence. Though I can sense that she wants to make small talk, she seems unsure of how to begin. Her shyness amuses me. I’m just about to break the silence when I receive a mind link from Oliver.

“What do you want, Oliver?” I sigh.

Oliver is my best friend. We’ve connected numerous times through mind link that it is so easy for either of us to establish a mind link between us regardless of distance.

“Hey buddy,” Oliver laughs. “You missed the party.”

“Oliver,” I reply. “I thought we already agreed to call first before we establish a mind link.”

“I know,” he laughs. “But what’s the fun in that? Besides, I couldn’t find my phone. I went for a run this morning and I heard the juiciest gossip that I just had to share it with you.”

I don’t need to talk out loud before Oliver can hear me. In fact, I don’t even need to move my lips at all. He is in my mind and can hear my thought. I’m also in his mind and hear his thought, so we converse by forming thoughts in our minds for the other person to read. But just like I converse with Manuel, my inner wolf, I often say my thoughts out loud. Tanya stares at me, surprised that I am talking to myself.

“I’ve been away from the capital for about two weeks,” I reply. “What could have happened within that time that you could not wait for me to come back?”

“First off,” Oliver scoffs. “I don’t know when you’d be back. Plus, there’s an upcoming charity auction in the capital in the next couple of days.”

mind link just to inform me about a random charity

not just a random charity auction,” Oliver replies. I can sense a change in his emotions. Whatever the

I say, my voice has suddenly grown cold. “Lily and Eric are the ones organizing the auction and the headliner

get my emotion in control and ease the pressure on the wheel. There is no point in getting angry. All I need to do is get it back. The Marie Gorriete Earrings are a pair of rare and unique earrings that are crafted with a piece of the rarest stone in the whole world. It is my mother’s family heirloom and the only gift she left for me before

you. They’re

always be seen as a threat. I need a long-lasting solution that will let them think that

I need you

want you to immediately prepare a contract… a marriage contract,” I

“What?! A marr….”

Oliver’s thoughts and cut the mind

Tanya’s POV:

to himself, which I find to be very odd. We park before a very large and exotic clothing store and I am just about to ask what we are doing there when he abruptly gets down from

he

to get

a young pretty woman bows as she approaches us. “How can I help

of something. “Wait for me when you’re done,” and with that to me, he breezes out of the store just

clerk here,” the young woman smiles. “Come,

walk round the store and try new clothes the more I believe I am dreaming. What in the world am I doing in a store with incredibly beautiful clothes? Even Alina’s clothes feel like rags as compared to these clothes. Because of the state of my clothes, I feel like a

good on me, the clerk is not satisfied. She bundles all

are missing something,” she says and leads me back to

follow her back to the store. We are admiring a pretty dress when the peaceful silence in the store is broken by the shrill laughter of two young ladies. They saunter into the store as though they own it and everyone’s attention turns towards them. The beautiful dress on their body

clothes for the auction,” one of them giggles. “And I want to try that dress,” she points to the dress that the clerk is showing me. “This pauper can try it later if I don’t like it; and if I do, she’ll pick

“But…” the clerk stutters.

of the capital?” the girl says and steps closer to the clerk. “Besides, do you honestly think this filthy beggar can afford this dress? Bring the cloth to the fitting room now, I won’t repeat

she was

I whisper to the clerk, smiling slightly to show her I’m

not surprised by the princess’s words, I’m really hurt. Even here in the capital, I’m still treated like a slave. Though I’m not