Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 68 Marco’s Memory Comes Back

Third POV:

Mr. Barlow’s burial is a quiet one, but the old man has wanted it that way, and it seems to suit him. After his many years on earth, living two very different lives. It made sense that he was surrounded by those that were a part of the latter end of his timeline.

Even being the recluse alcoholic that he was, Mr. Barlow was known as the wise drunkard of the pack. Not everyone got along with him, but everyone did heed his advice when he chose to give it.

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Even now, Tanya smiles at the thought as she stands beside Marco. Watching solemnly as the coffin is slowly lowered into the ground. It reminds her that life is short, and at any moment it can be taken away from anyone. There is no escaping death. Mr. Barlow’s words ring through her mind.

“Don’t waste time on things that don’t matter. You gotta chase after your own happiness Tanya. Chase after it with all your heart.”

At that moment, she decides she’s going to finally tell Marco the truth. Both good and bad. She had intended to tell Marco the truth, but was interrupted by an accident. This time, she is going to tell him everything no matter the consequences. Even if she somehow dies soon, it means she has gotten everything off her chest, and he would know the truth about who she really was.

After Mr. Barlow’s funeral, Tanya asks Marco if he’s willing to meet for a conversation under the Blue Moon tree, to which he agrees. Little does she know he is coming across some of the truth on his own.

Back at the capital, Lily is reminiscing over past five years. Despite her plans with Marco initially going well, Joseph suddenly fainting before declaring Marco as the next heir, disrupted everything. Eric became the temporary ruler, and Lily could only continue being his fiance.

Much to her bewilderment and humiliation, Eric has yet to consummate their wedding ceremony, leaving Lily to befall victim to ruthless rumors over why. She couldn’t understand it herself. Why not just make her his wife already?

her after losing his memories. When finding out she was Eric’s fiance, he once again put some distance

of this, was getting rid of Tanya. Joseph was at least able to cover up Lily’s plagiarism of Tanya’s work, as another requirement for Lily to cure Marco’s curse. Of course, since people in the royal family knew the truth, Lily was no longer allowed to work

no longer work. This at least meant her reputation was preserved, and Lily of course, took the opportunity to deceive

there for a while now, only to reappear for a moment to retrieve a special ingredient, before rushing back without a word. It is

with her crystal necklace, twisting it round with her fingers as she tries to understand her upset. And choosing to trust her

“Hey, is everything okay?”

of his voice. “Yeah, I’m well, why?

just wanted to check in, see if you

hear from you Lily. I’ve got to

smiles, now completely at ease.

Marco’s world. Despite the tone of his, his expression is blank and cold. He stands beneath the Blue Moon tree when

he has finally strung together all his lost memories. His gaze befalls on a ribbon that hangs on one of the branches. And he goes to gently untie it and pull it down. The ribbon is so familiar, and he

thunder splits the fog like a knife, and inevitably uplifts the final veil that suppressed Marco’s memories. He sees clearly now. Sees that woman in his dreams, who is in fact: Tanya,

Tanya’s POV:

I’m given clear visual of the rain that hammers down relentlessly against the glass pane. I don’t know

myself that there is nothing to panic about, till my w*et fingers drift down to the uneven skin on my neck. I trail the pattern, recognizing the mark on my

Marco’s mark…

to panic, I haven’t even thought about it before. But I now understand why Marco brushed my hair aside on the day of the wedding. Why he was taking so long, why he was intensely focusing on my

couldn’t believe it. But could have Marco regained his

I leave the dishes in the sink and rush out into the pouring rain. I knock at his door desperately, but there’s no answer. The rain drenches my clothes and my hair as I stand waiting, hoping. But

of him, but I don’t find him anywhere. The last place I look is the Blue Moon tree, it’s hard to see in the dark,