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.

flickers towards her. Something unsettles me 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

for finally being freed from accusation, that I and everyone else in the 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 itself down on my husband, to which I then realize

the pillars. He grunts first, his fingers and hands shaking and cramping before a menacing growl cascades from beyond now sharp

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

human… He’s still human. There’s still

Whilst using the pillar to hold himself, he’s pressed his fingernails into the stone, human hands with pointed

Please. Let me

this critical moment, a flash of light suddenly comes from his pocket, which seems to have eased his pain, and

fear subsides as I see the recognition in his eyes, but I wonder what that flash of light is. His heavy bestial breathing filters

question 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

and hold 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 hear him breathe in the sweet soft aroma of lavender. The clear bottle suddenly

grip on the pillar, unhooking

Marco recovers his human senses, and the curse’s effects somehow vanish even as the full

face them. It’s King Joseph, despite my frazzled state, innate submission to

transformation. “Fine. If it means preventing myself from hurting anyone, but I want to have a room to myself, with a lock. Tanya is to be kept safe and away from me,” they both for once, seem to

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

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

is no guarantee that Marco’s curse