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.

too much about it darling, I’ll explain everything soon,” I say to rea*s*sure her, well aware of how

little girl’s eyes 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

confusion, but the world doesn’t stop spinning. I feel hot and uncomfortable before my vision blurs out of focus. Soon

where I am with the sound of hospital monitors beeping and communicating in their foreign language. I feel the softness of

guarding me beside. And I grow soft to witness this. “Hey…” I mutter through sore and tired

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

“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 doctors said you’ll

after the rest, I still feel

Claire is doing much better. Except

upon seeing me awake, and she rushes over. Despite Marco’s grumpy protests worrying about my soreness, she clamors over my body and onto my bed with adorable giggles and I embrace her in a

remember each and every one of them, and I’m so glad to see that they’re all better. They come to express their grat*itude and how the

is when I notice the slight slip in his

with your perfume. He’s

eyes widen in disbelief. I pull back the blanket and push his hand away as he tries to protest that I am still weak. “I need to see him,” I say firmly, getting up from my bed and hurrying to Mr. Barlow’s room,

and as I step into the room, he tries to give me a weak knowing smile. “Glad

fear for his health leads me to not return his smile, and instead, I begin dousing him in

Tanya stop.” I don’t listen, and I continue

the elderly man grabs my wrist firmly, and twists