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.”

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

snaps my mind awake, and I finally regain some form of mobility. I toss him the keys and watch still flabbergasted as he rushes off

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

work. But I don’t mind the curious eyes, as I withdraw into a bubble of my own comfort

from regular practice and also from experience from the compet*ition, I know what accents work well with the Blue Moon Tree’s aura. And while Marco has been getting my things, I have also taken the time to pick some flowers from the tree and

have chosen ingredients that are very 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,

while noticing the crowd growing louder and louder with their gasps of admiration and wonderment. I finally look

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

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

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 color as they gently flap their wings whilst perching on the branches and leaves

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

Raphael, who is looking particularly miserable and heavily

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

tries to fire back a response. “No, that can’t count. You didn’t actually make it glow. You used the butterflies, that doesn’t

to respond. But thankfully, my crowd of onlookers do

fair and square!”

tree! It’s glowing! How

cheat! That’s