Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 38

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 38 I Won!

Tanya’s POV:

I watch the clock on the wall with ma*s*sive strain on my heart, the seconds ticking down at a pace that can’t be considered slow or fast. Only agonizing, like it’s mocking my slow inch towards demise. When it lands on one, dread succumbs to my system and I face up to the fact that it’s the end of my time in the compet*ition.

But before I’m left to accept failure, Marco bursts through the door with cosmic conviction. His perfectly placed golden blonde locks swaying with the movement of his body as he jogs over to my station.

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The moment equates to a scene in a book. Marco as a knight in shining armor, returns from his quest with the only ancient artifact that could save his kingdom. I stare wordlessly into his eyes as I take hold of the utensil that he hands me. Completely in awe of his desire to see me achieve this dream of mine.

Hopefully my expression of pure admiration is enough, as I don’t have time to thank him. I must focus now on making my perfume and saving the Blue Moon Tree. The bell rings to signal the start of the final round, and we begin making our individual perfumes according to our specialized designs.

I may have been weak in every other aspect of my wolfish existence. But perfumery is the one certainty that I never doubted myself on. I know what I’m capable of. That, and I also am in love with and immensely passionate about the craft.

myself falling into a certain rhythm of motion as I drip drops of essence oils from pipettes, swirl liquids, distil and funnel certain

notice Lily’s movements at the corner of my eye. For she is still just as talented, and I recognize the precision and fluidity in her movements. She showcases perfection, like she’s practiced and practiced for days to make her actions look

the end of my finger, placing it over my concoction and allowing a few drops of blood to plunge into the solution. I give the flask one final swirl before carefully transferring it to a perfume bottle just as the bell signals the end of the

a delicate clear glass bottle. The liquid shines through as a shade of sapphire blue,

type of shimmer. And the Blue Moon Flower’s natural

considering its appearance, the

essence of first love. Such as soft floral notes of fresh cut flowers like jasmine and lily, mimicking the typical sensations of butterflies that

a touch of lavender. This melds well with the colder scents like vanilla and white gardenia, since new love is fresh and alluring, and wakes you with a jolt of passion to chase it blindly. There are also a few aquatic notes combined to match the blueish

through at the end. Representing the understandable worries and insecurities that come with first love and getting to

moment to smell the scent, and I watch apprehensively as they silently judge, before one of them speaks. “This perfume is a meld of different elements, but they all make perfect sense and

blood, I was thinking about the romantic memories I had with Marco under the Blue Moon Tree. I can imagine those memories create a special function through my

more thing to show you,” I say, before turning to one of the

skin and the test paper, they then go ahead and spray it into the air. As my perfume diffuses into

is from my interpretation of love. Like the Blue Moon Flower, love sometimes may appear soft and fragile, or weak in its brightness. But just like

as I receive a round of applause from the audience and the judges, before watching them move on to Lily’s perfume. They repeat

it’s emotionally insufficient,” I watch as Lily’s face pales as the judge continues. “It lacks a lot of true emotion that we saw in Tanya’s perfume,” he says shaking his head in disappointment. “Your work this

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