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.”

“You didn’t establish a mind link just to inform me about a random charity

sense a change in his emotions. Whatever the news is, he is apprehensive

has suddenly grown cold. “Lily and Eric are the ones organizing

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

worried about you. They’re scared you’d do something rash because

I am expecting it. I am the most powerful Lycan in the whole kingdom and most people see me as the biggest obstacle to Eric ascending the throne. No matter how much I keep a low profile, I will always be seen as a threat. I need a long-lasting solution that will let them think that I have nothing against Eric for engaging Lily and I have no plan of harming him. I glance at Tanya as she fiddles

had a solution for that problem and I need you to

to immediately prepare a contract… a marriage contract,”

“What?! A marr….”

Oliver’s thoughts

Tanya’s POV:

is uneventful, except when he talks 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 the

function to attend,” he explains as he leads me towards the store and pushes

get you new

sir,” a young pretty woman bows as she approaches us. “How can

something. “Wait for me when you’re done,”

here,” the young woman smiles. “Come, I’ll

clothes feel like rags as compared to these clothes. Because of the state of my clothes, I feel like a primitive, mad woman who has bumped

me, the clerk is not satisfied. She bundles all the clothes to a corner and

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

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

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

“But…” the clerk stutters.

of this kingdom and you want to disobey me for this beggar that comes from the filthiest dump of the capital?” the girl says and steps

was brought by

show

treated like a slave. Though I’m not angry, I’m very sad. I shrug off my sadness and continue looking round the store. The clerk soon joins me, apologizing for what happened