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.

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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.

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,

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

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

He’s still

roar causes someone to scream, and others to move further away. But I finally reach him and am met with a threatening display. Whilst using the pillar to hold himself, he’s pressed his fingernails into the stone,

Tanya. Please. Let me

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

as I see the recognition in his eyes, but I wonder what that flash of light is. His heavy bestial breathing filters through his voice, “My pocket.

his black pants, feeling in the dark. Finally, my fingers wrap

what to do next. I unscrew the cap 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 flashes with a blinding bright again for all but

guttural undertone by each pace, and slowly he loosens his grip on the pillar,

Marco recovers his human senses, and the curse’s

and I slip the bottle into Marco’s fingers while I turn to face them. It’s King Joseph, despite my frazzled state, innate submission to the Lycan King compels me to courtesy before

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

next morning, we decide to stay for breakfast. A gorgeous display is set up on a long and elegant glass table. I

my mind to the Lycan last night. I was completely conscious,” says

who looks overjoyed with the prospect that Marco’s curse didn’t 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 what the future can