Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

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-”

mirror his own, 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 into mine. He doesn’t

different to the feel of Caspian’s flowers in my hands, that feel foreign and artificial, overly doused in a layer of love and needy affection that

it just doesn’t make sense. My love is elsewhere. And even if I’d never have Marco again, I could never see myself moving on from him. And knowing that I am okay with that, says enough

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

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

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

to head home, leaving Caspian standing surrounded

in silence for a little while, basking in the calming nightly atmosphere, before I finally find the courage to

that he doesn’t want me to be there. At first, Marco frowns, only shrugging his shoulders, clearly

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

rain that drenches me entirely. For any other wolf, it would be as easy as shifting into their wolf form where fur copes better with the sogginess of the rain. But I have no wolf. So, I just continue walking

“Come closer.”

that he’s removed his jacket, lifting it up for me to get beneath to shield

Caspian. Even if 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 to reciprocate his love, and that is no

everything, I know what life he has given me, and all the memories we shared. And that is enough. Enough

feels true. They feel real and honorable. I feel such a connection to Marco that even in the tiniest of moments where he shields me from the rain, feel exponentially touching, reminding me of the night on valentine’s day, where Marco

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

before asking. “Would you by any chance be free tomorrow to meet for a cup of coffee?” Marco nods, agreeing

sigh, I step into my home, only to be greeted by my very over excited daughter who has been clearly watching the interaction from the kitchen window. She runs into my