Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 41 Then Just Fall In Love With Me

Tanya’s POV:

I later find out from Marco that although Brandon had escaped, his trail couldn’t escape the nose of a powerful Lycan. Marco had expertly tracked him down using his sharp wolfish sense, and reconnaissance experience to follow Brandon’s bodily odors to his position.

Brandon had been on the phone to Lily, confirming he had been able to steal my manuscripts successfully. Of course, Brandon didn’t sense the presence of the Lycan Prince, who in swiftness grabbed my manuscripts and bludgeoned him into unconsciousness. Marco tied him up in a remote area of town within the confines of an abandoned house so that Brandon couldn’t call Lily to update her on the turn of events.

Title of the document

However, right now, I’m squirming in my seat with both hope and unease as Marco presents the evidence to the inquisitor. The man takes a cold hard look at my papers, silently flipping through the pages as the room holds its silence.

Finally, the inquisitor’s voice cuts through the tension and stillness of the courtroom. “Tanya’s manuscripts are indeed dated prior to Lily’s creations.”

A loud rush of hushed voices fills the room, surprise, and dismay articulated in their tones and expressions of bewilderment. The inquisitor ignores the commotion and continues speaking. “I therefore believe that it was actually Lily who copied Tanya’s creations, rather than the other way around. Hence, Tanya should be honored with first place in the compet*ition, and Lily should be completely s*tri*pped of all her previous championships for her copied creations.”

The room now erupts into an explosion of disorder and disarray. I sit completely frozen, reflecting the disbelief expressed by the crowd. I can’t fathom that I’ve not only won the trial, but I’ve been awarded back my perfumery championship, despite Lily’s attempts to dismantle my livelihood.

to see Lily’s fists clenched with rage, fingers pinching the depths of her palms as her chest rises and falls erratically. But in all honesty, it seems only fitting that Marco, her fated mate, and

room, don’t notice the slow rise of the full moon. It now perfectly sits high in the midnight sky, its beaming light glitters through the windows, and casts

in slow motion, I watch as Marco stumbles in place, swaying uncomfortably as he braces against one of the pillars. He grunts first,

and they all back away from Marco’s immediate surroundings. I instead rush towards him, pushing and shoving through the

still human. There’s still

reach him and am met with a threatening display. Whilst using the pillar to hold himself, he’s pressed his fingernails into the stone, human hands with pointed nails scratching against the stone as he fights with himself. He snaps his head up to me, eyes glowing their unfamiliar shade of

it’s Tanya. Please. Let me

at this critical moment, a flash of light suddenly comes from his pocket, which seems to

of light is. His heavy bestial breathing filters through his voice, “My pocket. Get it out

his demand. I try not to hesitate as I inch closer and put my hand into the pocket of his black pants, feeling in the dark. Finally, my fingers wrap round a small vial, which I pull out, revealing the perfume I gave to him for his

it beneath his nose, trying to stay close and hold it steady as he struggles to fight off his Lycan form through harsh jerks. But eventually, I

loosens his grip on the pillar, unhooking his

as they too see what I see. Marco recovers his human senses, and the curse’s effects somehow vanish even as the full moon still lights the way from

footsteps from behind me, and I slip the bottle into Marco’s fingers while I turn to face them. It’s King Joseph, despite my frazzled state,

the King doesn’t sound like he’s leaving any room for Marco to object, and my husband nods his head, still slightly weak from fighting off the transformation. “Fine. If it means preventing myself from hurting anyone, but I want to have a room to myself, with a lock. Tanya is

A gorgeous display is set up on a long and elegant glass table. I situate myself beside Marco, opposite the King, Queen and Eric as we begin

didn’t shift. Nor did I lose my mind to

return last night. There is no guarantee that Marco’s curse has been cured, but there is definitely unspoken hope in the air around us for