Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 18 Special Perfume

Tanya’s POV:

Sunlight pours into the room, bathing me in a warm light. I blink a few times to shake away the drowsiness that clings to me as I look around. I need to sneak back to my room, but when I move, Marco’s eyes meet mine. They’re a bit groggy with sleep, but they’ve returned to their usual shade of blue, with no trace of the crimson that burned in them during the night. I take in a sharp breath, startled by the intensity of his gorgeous gaze. Then, he takes in the sight of our entwined bodies, his brow furrowing.

“What happened last night?” he asks defensively, pulling away slightly to survey our surroundings.

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Something tightens in my chest as I realize he doesn’t remember anything that happened. My mind races to explain.

“You were howling in pain. I know you told me to stay in my room, but I was worried. I came to check on you… but nothing happened. I mean, you kissed me, and we ended up sleeping in the same bed, but you didn’t… we didn’t have s*e*x. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, but when I tried to leave, you held me so tight.”

I know I disobeyed his orders last night by coming into his room, but before I can apologize further, Marco pulls away from me completely, sitting up on the edge of the bed. I try not to let my eyes wander over his exposed torso as he rubs the back of his neck, coughing a few times awkwardly. His golden curls are tussled, and his skin almost seems to glisten in the morning sunlight. “You probably heard the rumors about the second prince having a curse…” he says, seeming more embarra*s*sed than I’ve ever seen him. “I call it the curse of the blood moon because I’m trapped in my lycan form on every full moon and fall into a frenzy of bloodlust. I lose control completely, reduced to a primal state of madness. Even on nights when the moon isn’t full, I’m plagued by pain and nightmares. We got lucky last night. It’s dangerous to be around me during a full moon since I can’t hold back under the effects of the curse.”

He sounds almost apologetic as he explains, and my heart aches for him. Something he says catches my attention, and I sit up slightly as well.

“You said you’re trapped as a lycan, but last night you were able to gradually shift back into your human form.” His eyes widen slightly with disbelief at my words.

“That… that’s impossible. Nothing can alleviate the symptoms of the curse while the full moon is out.”

can do is shrug in reply. I have no explanation for

quietly off the bed, and the floor is cold

exiting the room, I stop to pick

with strange suspicion that whatever changed last night when I

curse… The howling… The way

shake the feeling that somehow, we crossed some kind of line. Maybe

things will never be

of this, I do everything I

showing us some of the company’s most famous fragrances. He leads us through the winding halls of the perfume factory to a showroom at the back. I’ve never seen this part

as Oscar explains that these perfumes here are the pride and joy of the perfumery, custom created by Lily’s family; the Monteneros. The Montenero family owns the Eau de Lune Parfumerie. Their unique

craftsmanship and skill with scents are still unrivaled. Besides, many of them also have special functions. The substances in this room are also medicinal. These perfumes go above and beyond the practice of aromatherapy and have been used to treat various ailments.

magic potions than simple perfumes! I look through the various flacons and bottles. The labels indicate that many of the extracts and solutions were created by one of Lily’s ancestors, a woman called

the extraordinary perfumes. But the scents are so vivid and alluring that I struggle to focus on Oscar’s words. Somehow, I feel like my senses have sharpened, and I’m surprised by the intensity of the smells and the ease

still have documents on the Montenero’s process for creating fragrances, but only the Montenero family possessed the ability to create the extraordinary effects of their perfumes. Unfortunately, the skill required to craft them has been lost

each vial. I frown, filled with an uneasy sense of shock. If the Montenero’s unique skill has been lost, how can I instinctively distinguish the ingredients

a particular scent. I let my intuition guide me, following the strangely familiar fragrance across the room.

appearing in front of me. The manager cuts me off, blocking a

out of my daze and stare at the ground

sorry, I thought