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-”

behind me. So in tune to his movements I know it’s Marco. But what surprises me is that the Prince slips

different to the feel of Caspian’s flowers in

never have Marco again, I could never see myself moving

smile despite Marco’s grip on

doesn’t hear me initially. But eventually I see his smile begin to drop in slow realization whilst I continue. “I’m forever grateful

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

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

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

I could feel that he doesn’t want me to be there. At first, Marco frowns, only shrugging his shoulders, clearly unsure of how

“I honestly don’t know. I just, I didn’t like the situation. It made me 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

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 where fur copes better with the sogginess of the rain. But I have no wolf. So, I just continue walking in

“Come closer.”

to register Marco’s words, but through the downpour I can see that he’s removed his jacket, lifting it up for me to get beneath to shield me. I don’t think to object, nearing his form

we walk home in silence, the 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

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

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 he shields me from the rain, feel exponentially touching, reminding me of the night on valentine’s day, where Marco carried me home from

now decide 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

be free tomorrow to meet for a cup of coffee?” Marco nods, agreeing to the meet up, before saying

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 arms, giving