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.

like I’m listening in, but also to shove away the heart-wrenching pain it was causing me. I wish

and the sick children being occupied and distracted by their parents. Due to its poor economy, the Blue Moon pack is also short on medical

to donate to the sick. People don’t have much here, and medical tools and equipment as well as the medicines themselves are scarce. And yet people are more than willing to depart with those belongings to benefit the sick

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 trying to hide whatever emotion that lay beneath through his strong

the hospital bed nods curtly, like a young soldier following the orders of

used them for so long that now I’m big and

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

try to wipe my tears at the touching moment. Even if Raphael is trying to seem strong, he too was desperate to have these kids feel

I expect to see you out there alongside me soon. Got it boy?” in response to Raphael’s words, the boy puffs

of the pack nods curtly, repeating the same action to the parents who are now crying, before marching out of the room, almost as if he’s rushing to maintain

day, I keep experiencing these brief moments of tenderness between loved ones as I fight off the pain inside me. But eventually, as the night rolls in and I have fewer and

room that’s empty. And before I know it, tears are running down my face in continuous streams. My knees buckle beneath me and I collapse to the

was feeling so helpless. If the enemy 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

internal. There is absolutely nothing I can do but watch as my little Claire slips deeper and deeper into the space between

a hopeless

daughter would

till I feel strong hands pull me to the surface. My vision clears as I turn to see

gone- she’s gone,” my voice cracks in admission as I break down into

we will find a solution to this. Claire will be okay. I know it. We will find