Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 63 Margaret’s Notebook

Tanya’s POV:

I f*orc*e myself to maintain composure despite the pain and anguish that writhe inside of me like a furious monster eating my insides. “Um, thanks. Thank you doctor for letting me know.”

The doctor tries to show some sympathy, but I understand he has other patients and family members to deliver similar bad news to. Plus. I don’t want sympathy. I couldn’t take it, cause if I did, I would’ve crumpled down right then and there.

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So, I focus on work, pulling myself together and submerging myself in helping other patients at the hospital. But I’m only further surrounded by more pain and suffering as the patients keep trickling in, some sicker than others.

However, despite the bleakness of the situation, the atmosphere within the hospital remains warm. There was a reason I chose to stay in the Blue Moon Pack. And I can’t help but compare it to the capital and the palace. No matter how beautiful and grandiose the palace appeared, no matter how much wealth was poured into the architecture the luxurious furniture and decorative paintings. No matter how impressive it was. The palace felt immensely cold and unwelcoming, distant and unnerving.

I may have never been born into the Blue Moon Pack, but I was still welcomed here as one of their own. Its people are kind and selfless, and even now, through a difficult situation that is taking lives, they remain somber yet hopeful, doing their best to lift each other’s spirits.

I witness Lisa comforting her father, fixing the blanket so it laid atop him comfortably, and adjusting his pillow, the two of them smiling and laughing as I overhear their conversation.

“Well kiddo, looks like you won’t need to worry about lying anymore,” says the father.

Lisa looks at him, slightly confused. “What you on about?” “Well, now you actually need the money to buy me a tombstone,” he chuckles light-heartedly, and while Lisa is shocked at first, she begins to laugh along to her father’s silly humor. Course eventually, tears spill from her eyes, and Lisa’s laughter turns into sad sobs as she lays down beside her father, holding him in her arms. “You will get better dad. You will,” she says sadly.

from them not to seem like I’m listening in, but also to shove away the heart-wrenching pain it

children being occupied and distracted

have much here, and medical tools and equipment as well as the medicines themselves are scarce. And

parents of one of the children. He looks to the child as he says. “You use these well, alright kid. They’re expensive stuff. Hard to come by. You use them well,” I sense his harsh demeanor isn’t truly what it seems, he clearly was

bed nods curtly, like a young soldier following

you see. I’ve used them for so long that now I’m big and strong.

admiration for Raphael’s physic as he continues speaking. “So, you- you better use them, use them properly boy so you can become big and strong. We need more

the touching moment. Even if Raphael is trying to seem strong, he too was desperate to have

expect to see you out there alongside me soon. Got it boy?” in

pack nods curtly, repeating the same action to the parents who are now crying, before

ones as I fight off the pain inside me. But eventually, as the night rolls in and I have fewer and fewer

I know it, tears are running down my face in continuous streams. My knees buckle beneath me and I collapse to the floor while trying to suppress

that chose to attack Claire was physical, I could protect her, I could fight off the opponent. I could tell her to run, to hide and escape. I could distract whoever it was that was trying to hurt my little girl, and give

nothing I can do but watch as my little Claire slips deeper and deeper into the space between life and death. I would give everything to exchange my life with hers, and

a hopeless

my daughter would be

till I feel strong hands pull me to the surface. My vision clears as I turn to see Marco’s arms wrap around my shivering frame, pressing me into

Claire’s gone- she’s gone,” my voice cracks in admission

in his embrace, trying to soothe me. “No, we will find a solution to this. Claire will be okay. I know