Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 26 Marco’s Birthday Is Coming

Tanya’s POV:

Once I’m fully recovered, I visit Lady Vivian’s home in the palace every few days to learn her craft. The days I get to work as her apprentice quickly become the highlight of my week.

Her wing of the palace is not as grand as the ballroom or the main hall, but I can tell from the moment I step through the doorway that Lady Vivian’s home is filled with love. She has a delicate woman’s touch and carries herself with admirable grace and dignity. She looks young for her age, but there are a few tiny wrinkles around her eyes when she smiles that make her look friendly and enchanting.

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“Careful when diluting the oils, dear,” she says, watching as I pour the contents of a dropper into a larger bottle. “Remember that the concentration of the extract will affect the intensity and duration of the fragrance.”

I follow her advice, carefully mixing the solutions. There’s something incredibly soothing about being around Vivian, and I can’t help but feel the need to make her proud.

“Well done, my dear,” she says brightly. She leans forward to smell the perfume I’ve just finished bottling with an approving glint in her eyes. “Absolutely perfect. Your talent does not cease to amaze me.”

I beam at her praise before jumping slightly at the sound of footsteps approaching.

Two handsome young men enter the room, both of them sharing a resemblance with Lady Viviane.

“Your latest creation smells divine, mother,” says one of them.

Viviane stands beside me, placing her hands on my shoulders as she greets the two men.

“Actually, what you’re currently smelling is a creation by my new apprentice. Isn’t she wonderful? Tanya, I’d like for you to meet my sons. This is Philip,” she says, nodding towards the elder of the two.

Philip steps forward with a pleasant smile and shakes my hand.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I can see why our mother speaks so highly of you.”

I thank him with a curtsy before Vivian motions for the younger fellow.

“And this is Thomas.”

Thomas skips the formalities and goes right in for a hug. His friendly enthusiasm takes me by surprise, but I can’t help the laughter that escapes my lips at his charismatic energy.

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he pulls away to look at me, a curious expression passes over his eyes. He glances at his mother

mother was the loveliest lady of the court back in her

his flattery. Thomas, or

of like her, you know,” he

and jovial, even Philip’s calm and grounding presence. They’re so welcoming to me, and they seem so at ease with each

Lily’s POV:

on one of the days that Tanya is working at my mother’s estate. I choose a

of my mother’s hands on Tanya’s shoulders. They both smile and laugh, working together as if they’d known each other their entire lives.

all the excitement of a puppy dog making a new friend, even pinching her cheek affectionately. It bothers me to see

sight of

Tanya’s POV:

it chills me to my bones. The ruthless resentment in

my co-workers, a red-haired girl with freckles and a friendly smile called Ella, snickers. She knees beside me to help pick up the

with a giggle. “She’s just bitter because she got stuck doing community

thank Ella for her help as

“Really? Why?”

to her as punishment for

at Ella in surprise before making the mistake of

staring at?” Ayana snaps at

“Nothing, I just-”

you. You think you can be all happy and comfortable because you’re married to the second prince. But the truth is you barely know Marco. You don’t know

feel that way, Ayana,” I say with

mockingly. “Then tell me something about Marco. Do you

shocks me silent, and I bite my lower

birthday is in five days, and his own wife doesn’t even

the past and set me up. Everything she’s said and done has been

before the evening. I need enough time to prepare tonight’s dinner and light the doorway for Marco before he gets home, and if it really is his birthday in

at him from across a narrow street, and

he calls

of a rush, and I need to ask you something really quick. Is it true that Marco’s birthday is

is

clock chimes from somewhere down the street, and between the ringing and my own excitement, I barely register his unfinished words. I wave at him again gratefully before continuing on my way, rushing