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.”

establish a mind link just to inform me about a random charity

just a random charity auction,” Oliver replies. I can sense a change in his emotions. Whatever the news is, he is apprehensive to

grown cold. “Lily and Eric are the ones organizing the auction and the headliner is the Marie Gorriete Earrings,” Oliver says. “Your mother’s

iron bending under the pressure. I immediately 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

Elders is worried about you. They’re scared you’d do something rash because Lily, your fated mate, is engaged

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

a solution for that problem and I need you to help

a contract…

“What?! A marr….”

thoughts and cut the mind

Tanya’s POV:

a very large and exotic clothing store and I am just about to ask what we are doing there when he abruptly

explains as he leads me towards the store and pushes the door

here to get you new

as she approaches us. “How can I

Marco glances at my fingers and seems to think of something. “Wait for me when you’re done,” and with that to me, he breezes out of the store just as quickly as he has breezed

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

to talk and I just follow her. The more we 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 primitive, mad woman who has bumped into an advanced civilization. The

hours trying different clothes. Even though all the clothes look extremely good on me, the clerk is not satisfied. She bundles all the clothes to a corner and calls a young man to come to clear them

and leads me back to the store. “Let’s

saunter into the store as though they own it and everyone’s attention turns towards them.

“And I want to try that dress,” she points to the dress that the clerk is showing me. “This pauper can

“But…” the clerk stutters.

says and steps closer to the clerk. “Besides, do you honestly think this filthy

was

to show her I’m not angry. “I’ll

words, I’m 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 what happened