Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

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.

work. I find myself falling into a certain rhythm of motion as I drip drops of essence oils from pipettes, swirl liquids, distil and funnel certain mixtures. It’s almost like a waltz, only the music is in my head, and I am dancing with my finest ingredients and tools

remains on my own station, but every now and then I 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

notes and calculations one final time to ensure I haven’t missed anything. Confident, I’m ready to add the last ingredient. Using a sharp needle, I prick 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

chest as the judges come to critique my perfume first. My perfume is encased in a delicate clear glass bottle. The liquid shines through as a shade of

the main ingredient, the liquid gives off an iridescent type of shimmer. And the Blue Moon Flower’s natural glow gives the perfume a crystal-like illusion that is

its appearance,

us for good measure. Along with the Blue Moon Flower, I added fragrances that depict the essence of first love. Such as soft floral notes of fresh cut flowers like jasmine and lily, mimicking the typical sensations of

of passion to chase it blindly. There are also a few

comes through at the end. Representing the understandable worries and insecurities that come with

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

I also think back to the fact that when I added a drop of my 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 blood,

to show you,” I say, before turning to one of the staff members.

surrounded in darkness, one of the judges notices how my perfume sparkles on their skin and the test paper, they then go ahead and

in awe. “My inspiration for this bottle of perfume 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 the stars, they will always shine for you, even if the light is not as bright as the moon. You might not always

before watching them move on to Lily’s perfume. They repeat the actions of spraying the perfume and smelling and analyzing its fragrance, till the

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 time has regressed immensely in comparison to your previous submissions,”