Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 65 Can You Be My Groom

Tanya’s POV:

I’m tremendously relieved to see Marco, although I’m ever aware of the sweat that douses his body, and the tired look in his eyes. But he remains strong, handing me the ingredient with confidence.

He has fulfilled his end of the task, now it is time for me to complete mine. I take another glance at the notebook situated on the table, ensuring I have followed every step, including dripping in my blood, before reaching the stage that describes how to use the ghost orchid. I cut off the leaves, petals and stem and grind the rest into a powdery substance, before sprinkling it into my solution. I watch in anticipation.

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At first the solution remains murky to my disappointment, swirling in a dark grey to purplish hue, leaving my heart to hammer against my chest in growing worried. But eventually, the solution swirls into a clear state, reflecting my eyes that sparkle with excitement as I release a breath of relief. We did it! My shaky hands carefully pour the mixture into a number of small little bottles, before Caspian and Dylan help the doctors and nurses distribute the perfume among the various patients.

However, Marco and I go over to Claire’s room, and the doctor goes ahead and sprays my creation onto my little girl.

Moments tick past and I feel Marco grip my shoulders to help calm me as we wait. Until finally, Claire’s bright blue eyes flicker open curiously, and I can’t help but laugh as she bares a knowing smile to the two of us as we stand together.

I rush over to her bedside in excitement, lifting her hand into mine and kissing the top of it in show of affection. Although still tired, she cracks me a genuine smile, although her eyes then trickle to her surroundings. “Why am I at the hospital mommy?” she asks curiously.

it darling, I’ll explain everything soon,” I say to rea*s*sure her, well aware of how weak she still is. At least she

slowly slip shut again, as she falls back asleep. The doctor steps beside me, before saying that all her vitals are restored, and that she just needs to rest her body since she is

head in slight confusion, but the world doesn’t stop spinning. I

eyes. Wary of where I am with the sound of hospital monitors beeping and communicating in their foreign language. I feel the softness of a bed beneath me and eventually

ma*s*s that is Marco, quietly sits gazing at the door as if guarding

head to look in surprise, before easing the tension in his body

“Your body gave out, which is understandable. You worked on that perfume two straight nights in a row. Plus, you lost a lot of blood when using it to create the perfume. The

rest, I still feel extremely tired. “Are the

and Claire

my soreness, she clamors over my body and onto my bed with adorable giggles and I embrace her

working at the hospital, I remember each and every one

“Where’s Mr. Barlow?” This is when I notice the slight slip in his

improved, even with your perfume. He’s just getting weaker and

blanket and push his hand away as he tries to protest that I am still weak. “I need to see him,” I

approaching the room, I hear Mr. Barlow’s uncomfortable coughs, and as I step into the room, he tries to give me a weak knowing smile. “Glad you’re

return his smile, and instead, I

stop.” I don’t listen, and

draw closer to his bed, the elderly man grabs