Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 61

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 61 I Love You

Tanya’s POV:

I silently watch Caspian stride towards me, the smile on his face growing broader with each step. In midst of my confusion, I find Lisa has come up beside me, offering to take Claire home. Something in her gaze tells me that she knows what’s going on. But fails to articulate. Instead, I nod whilst still firmly confused, allowing her to take my daughter back to the house so she can get some sleep.

When Caspian approaches, I can take a closer look at the flowers in his hands. Fresh red roses bunched together in a beautiful bouquet. But as the fireworks continue to sparkle and explode up in the sky, the mood of the atmosphere dawns on me.

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“Tanya…” says Caspian, a sweetness encompassing his tone.

“Ever since the day you won the perfume compet*ition, and protected the Blue Moon Tree from a terrible fate. From that moment on, I fell deeply in love with you,” he says as his eyes shimmer with a strange intensity.

“And I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he graciously hands me the flowers, pressing them into my arms as I remain too stunned to speak.

I guess I should’ve seen this coming. I should have known Caspian had a liking towards me, his overly affectionate compliments, and eagerness to constantly spend time with me, trying to get Claire to call him Daddy…

Yet, I still tried to blind myself to it, tried to believe it was just acts of kindness relative to his character. I grew accustomed to it, failing to see the subtle signs leading up to this.

Problem is. “Caspian, I-”

I feel a presence come up from behind me. So in tune to his movements I know it’s Marco. But what surprises me is that the Prince slips his hand

and nostalgic. It is different to the feel of Caspian’s flowers in my

never have Marco again,

back to Caspian, who tries to desperately maintain his smile despite Marco’s grip on my fingers. “Caspian. I’m sorry, but I just don’t

hear me initially. But eventually I see his smile begin to drop in slow realization whilst I continue. “I’m forever grateful for how you’ve looked after me, and I dearly cherish our friendship. But that’s the extent of it. I don’t love you in this

an apologetic smile. And while normally, I’d feel bad causing anyone some form of pain, this feels like the right decision. I feel morally obligated to express the truth, no matter how much it hurts Caspian. In the long run, this is better for both him

Marco leading the way, we turn to head home, leaving Caspian standing surrounded

before I finally find the courage to ask. “You took hold of my hand

bothered about Caspian’s feelings towards me. And yet I could feel that he doesn’t want me to be there. At first, Marco frowns, only shrugging his shoulders, clearly unsure of how to express his thoughts directly. I don’t pressure him, and let him ponder his thoughts as we continue

feel really uncomfortable,” I know that this is far more than what Marco was used to expressing about his inner world. Although I appreciate him opening up to me, it instead only casts further confusion as to how deep those lost memories are. I wonder whether they are a lot closer to the surface than I

for me to respond, as small drops of rain pitter patter onto the gravel road, before escalating. Within seconds the sky is showering down a ma*s*s amount of rain that drenches me entirely. For any other wolf, it would be as easy as shifting into their wolf form

“Come closer.”

me to get beneath to shield me. I don’t think to object, nearing his form I’m inevitably pressed up

the Alpha of the Blue Moon pack could’ve given me everything I’ll ever need. Safety, a job, a home, his devoted love and attention. To me, it would have never felt real, I would never be able

could no longer give me any of those things. He knows nothing of our past, nor would ever be a part of my future ever again. And yet, I would remember everything, I know what life he has given me, and all the memories we shared. And that is enough. Enough for me to be at ease knowing I got to experience that and cherish them as

despite no longer loving me, every one of his actions feels true. They feel real and honorable. I feel such a connection to Marco that even in the tiniest of moments where

that I’m going to tell him about the memories he’s lost. Even if he hates me after. I can no longer live a lie. He needs to know. I

we reach my doorstep. I thank Marco, before asking. “Would you by any chance be free tomorrow to

who has been clearly watching the interaction from the kitchen window. She runs into my arms,

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