Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 57 Have We Met Before

Tanya’s POV:

There is no time to waste on the hows and what-ifs. If I am going to get Mr. Barlow, his badge back and keep Marco’s arm attached to the rest of his body, then I couldn’t waste any more time worrying. I have to put my plan into action and just hope for the best.

“Does anyone have a pen and paper?” I say with clear urgency in my voice.

Title of the document

“I do!” Mr. Barlow shouts, handing them over to me without question. I quickly jot down a list of perfume-making equipment, ingredients, and raw materials that I know I’d need. With pen in hand, my fingers rush over the page in a scribbly mess as I’m aware of time. When I’m done, I turn to the one person who knows every item listed on the page, because he has been the one to set up my entire perfumery room… back when…

Oh no…

I stammer, frozen in confliction as I’m about to hand Marco the paper. I try to hide my realization, and sudden epiphany. That if Marco doesn’t remember our previous relationship, he definitely wouldn’t remember his gift to me for Valentine’s Day. Oh, how silly I feel, and how strange I must have looked, turning to him, only to gape and with-draw my hand and paper so suddenly.

He’s confused of course by my hesitation, but suddenly takes the paper from my hands without question, probably thinking I was just a little overwhelmed. “Is this what you need?” he asks, ignoring my blatant stammer.

“Yes, but.”

and resolute about the matter of wanting to ensure I have the best possible chance of succeeding, but I continue to

my mind awake, and I finally regain some form of mobility. I toss him

minutes to bring two ma*s*sive bags. With no nearby table, I settle down on the gra*s*s bed beside the Blue Moon Tree and unload all the contents from the bags. Despite the urgency of the situation, the atmosphere is light and calming, and I fall into my usual rhythm

activity within the area also starts to attract some people. And soon, a crowd forms to watch me work. But I don’t mind the curious eyes, as I withdraw into a bubble of my own comfort while doing what

the Blue Moon Tree’s aura. And while Marco has been

aromatic, and strong in scent. And as my perfume becomes thicker and fuller, it soon seems that my predicated calculations are correct. A moment after my solution starts to emit the desired smell, a butterfly flutters close by, comfortably

admiration and wonderment. I finally look up, smiling to see thousands of butterflies of all

equipment, some found seating on my shoulders and head, while others flap their dainty wings to stay close to my perfume that oozed with a smell that I know is delectable to their kind. It is a pretty site in fact, but I know the next step would only be more wonderful. Still conscious of time, I only have a couple of minutes left. And whilst

as I stand up. With excitement bubbling in my chest, I spritz them with a bit of the liquid, before turning towards the tree. I spray quite a bit on its leaves and branches, and like moths to flame, the butterflies chase

Moon Flower in my perfume, there’s a natural glow that it emits, creating a fluorescent light exactly like the Blue Moon Tree. By lacing the wings of all the butterflies with the perfume, their insect bodies glow a soft hue. Sparkling in a dance of

awed by the sight, and so is the crowd. I’m also just in time too. I’ve made the Blue Moon Tree

now turn to Raphael, who is

asked. I made the Blue Moon Tree glow within thirty minutes. So, I win. Now please return the badge to Mr.

“No, that can’t count. You didn’t actually make it glow. You used the

to respond. But thankfully, my crowd

won fair and square!” one

at the tree! It’s glowing! How can

trying to cheat! That’s