Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 46 I Want Marco Alive

Tanya’s POV:

I sit in one of the rooms, as I bury my head in my hands, my mind is filled with turmoil. How could this be? Why did things have to be so good, before being snatched away from me?

Before I can sink further into a hole of my own misery, I hear the click clack of heels as someone walks into the room. Instantly I realize it’s the last person I am interested in seeing. My eyes slowly lift up to cast upon Lily.

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There’s no longer a requirement for formalities between the two of us. We know where we both stand. And most important of all, she’s won. Lily’s won.

Hence, I’m not surprised as she gets straight to the point of the matter. “I’ve checked the ancient books. And I now know of a way to cure Marco of his curse and save his life,” part of me is relieved that Marco can be saved, but knowing what it’s going to cost me is detrimental to my sanity.

Lily continues to talk. “The most important ingredient to the potion is the blood of Marco’s fated mate. In fact, if he’s exposed to any blood that isn’t of his mate on a regular basis, it will only aggravate his curse.”

drops of blood in the perfume that Marco uses to sleep must’ve been increasing the fatality of his curse. Me. I was the one who brought this upon him. If it wasn’t for me, Marco would’ve been okay. Instead, he is now

Queen of the Mador kingdom, the true fated mate of Marco. I can’t look away as she nails the final nail into the coffin of my and Marco’s love. “I will save Marco. My only condition is that you leave Marco and the capital forever… You are not to tell him the real reason why you’re leaving. And if you really love him, Tanya,

will be. “You’ll be saving

only after a second my hands register the scorching hot temperature of the

fingers on one

your wound.” She ushers me off almost in a hurry. I leave Lily. My legs

carefully withdraw all my emotions that might allude to my true feelings, meticulously putting away my fears and devastation within my mind. I need to save his life for the pain I’ve caused him.

I step through the door, shutting it behind me as I see that he’s wide awake. His tired smile is only a small kindling flame that’s overshadowed by my anguish. But I maintain strength,

for hours. Like old friends catching up, speaking over trivial things, like if it would be nice to refurbish the house, what Marco would like me to cook him for dinner, whether I look better in the blue

true depth of our

rests his arm on my thigh, and it invites me to pull myself closer. He offers the blanket and I choose to join him, cuddling beneath the fabric. In all honesty, I am desperate to let loose the bucketload of tears that put pressure upon my eyes. If only I can unleash everything, I harbor in my heart to him, knowing

to feast on my insides if I so much let a single word of the truth. So, I only grasp onto him tighter, as if

decide that I want to make this my final memory. I want it protected, so it has a place in my heart that can never be washed away by time or age. No matter what happens, I have this precious memory of him, and I

shyness and typical sense of nervousness are pushed aside for my desire to have him. With my head previously pressed into his chest, I pull back, lifting my head to his. I

eagerness. Our kisses are slow and deliberate, fueled by hunger, but gentle in motion. I often forget to take a minute to breathe, desperate to have his lips