Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 51

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 51 Meet Again

Tanya’s POV:

The afternoon sun casts its waning rays of light through my shop window, declaring it the typical time for Mr. Barlow to waltz into my store in clear dire need of some company. And in my store, he is. Despite his elderly appearance and stumpy stature, one could tell he was quite the looker when he’d been in his prime.

He has a smooth bald head, and broad shoulders, although his age means the loss in some strength, it’s apparent he has once been very muscular. If it is not for his terrible drinking habits, maybe he’d still look the same, and smell less of age-old whiskey which tends to put people off. If not for that, Mr. Barlow would’ve had more people to talk to other than just me.

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For he is rather charming, in a childish, temperamental, playful sort of way, always cracking a joke or two, before going off on long rambles about stories he deems ever so interesting. Course I never mind, I enjoy the company, and arguing over the drink in his hand that he technically isn’t allowed to bring into my shop. If only he’d buy one of my perfumes.

Our odd friendship began when I saved his life. Three years ago, I found him terribly wounded on the edge of the Blue Moon Pack territory. I nursed him back to health, and he hasn’t missed a day to come see me since. And every time I attempt to convince him to take home one of my perfumes. At least he gives me a chance to practice my skills in sales.

“Mr. Barlow, all these perfumes will have a substantially positive effect on your life.”

“Ha! Yeah right. How so child? How so?”

“Well, this one will keep the air in your home smelling nice and fresh, since we both know you bother little about the state of it. Don’t you want a nice smelling home?”

is ever personal between us, all our conversations are in jest as he would charismatically criticize the price of my perfumes, whilst I’d take pot shots at his

be sprayed on your back to help reduce the pain from your old injuries and help with any sore joints. It can

quit drinking. Really Mr. Barlow, you must stuff consuming it, it’s terrible for your health. And it does nothing good for

one thing that I care for? Also, I’m a man! I don’t want to be smelling like a feminine daisy!” now I playfully roll my eyes as the man continues. “Plus, I much rather the smell of whiskey than

we erupt in joyous chuckles, “You’re a stubborn

never deny it,” he

the perfumes. You don’t have to pay.

whilst he tries to shove them back. Our silly back and forth only last for a minute, till the bell of the shop

eyes snap towards the voice, only to see two identical pairs of pupils, both emitting the same soft blue glow. I’m left stunned, and of course Mr.

my daughter-our daughter-in his arms. I couldn’t believe what I’m seeing,

display, clearly happy to see me, and pulling me back to

softness. He silently lowers my daughter to the ground before facing me. But there’s no recognition in his eyes, they are clouded by unfamiliarity, it is

crinkle.

the perfume contest?” he

you know me?” my words come out slowly as I exchange a look with Caspian. He too mirrors my puzzled expression towards

“The worsening conditioning of my curse put me in a deep coma for a long time, they told me what you did,” I don’t know how to respond, confusion littering my thoughts as try and understand what is going on,

took that opportunity to poison my fated mate Lily, making her lose her sense of smell,” Marco says bluntly. “I see you still haven’t changed for the

utterly perplexed by the

only appears to grow more agitated by my confusion. “Why should I remember you?

Marco swivels round and brashly leaves my

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