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.”

the perfume that Marco uses to sleep must’ve been increasing the fatality of his curse. Me. I was the

into the eyes of the true future Queen of the Mador kingdom, the true fated mate of Marco. I can’t look away as she nails the final

in Marco’s world. And that’s the way it will be. “You’ll be saving Marco’s life this way. It’s for the best Tanya,” I’m barely

in my hands, but only after a second my hands register

I cut my fingers on one of the pieces, staining it with my blood. Lily doesn’t seem bothered however, instead her eyes seem wide and almost satisfied with the

Please, go tend to your wound.” She ushers me off almost in a hurry. I leave Lily. My legs just know where to go, easily maneuvering through the maze of the palace I

me to see him, I 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. And if it means I have to leave 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, making my way towards him, and sitting myself on the edge of his bed,

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

of our problems. And despite the pain in

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 that

feast on my insides if I so much

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 want to make it

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 stare into his eyes, memorizing

kissing me back with similar 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 on mine for as long as possible. Terrified that each time I