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.”

link just to inform me about a

a random charity auction,” Oliver replies. I can sense a change in

voice has suddenly grown cold. “Lily and Eric are the ones organizing the auction and the headliner is

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

They’re scared you’d do something rash because Lily,

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 with her fingers: she is my plan. I choose to marry her out of compassion and responsibility, but she can also be the perfect person to help

I need you to help me out

want you to immediately prepare a contract… a

“What?! A marr….”

thoughts

Tanya’s POV:

exotic clothing store and I am just about to ask what

have a charity function to attend,” he explains as he leads

get you new

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

something. “Wait for me when you’re done,” and with that to me,

young woman smiles. “Come, I’ll show you

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 primitive, mad woman who has bumped into an advanced

hours trying different clothes. Even though all the clothes look extremely good on me, the clerk is not

says and leads me

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 and the expensive accessory coupled

for 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

“But…” the clerk stutters.

me for this beggar that comes from the filthiest dump 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

was brought by

I whisper to the clerk, smiling slightly to show her I’m not angry. “I’ll check

really hurt. Even here in the capital, I’m still 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