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-”

can express my feelings that don’t 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

a subtle smile dawning my lips in reaction to his touch that feels warm and nostalgic. It is 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 don’t

deeply care about. But together, 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 of where

to Caspian, who tries to desperately maintain his smile despite Marco’s grip on

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

gently press his flowers back into his frozen arms with 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.

surrounded by a crowd of people, all unsure of how to react to

walk in silence for a little while, basking in the calming nightly atmosphere, before I finally find the courage to ask. “You took hold

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

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

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

“Come closer.”

his jacket, lifting it up for me to get beneath to shield

air between us filled with the rhythmic patter of the rain that encompasses us. It is at this moment, I understand why I have turned down 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

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

tiniest of moments where he shields me from the rain, feel exponentially touching, reminding me of

that I’m going to tell him about the memories he’s lost. Even if he

doorstep. I thank Marco, before asking. “Would you by any chance be free tomorrow to meet for a cup of

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 arms, giving me warm hug, before