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?

defensive towards her after losing his memories. When finding out she was Eric’s fiance, he once

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,

that she could no longer work. This at least meant her reputation was preserved, and Lily of course, took the opportunity to deceive Marco into thinking that Tanya had been the one to destroy

Marco’s trip to the Blue Moon Pack. And he has been there for a while now, only to reappear for a moment to retrieve a special ingredient, before rushing back without a word. It is strange

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

“Hey, is everything okay?”

of his

just wanted to check in,

I’m alright. Nice to hear from you Lily. I’ve got to go. But will talk

smiles, now completely at

she know, this is simply an act, and all is not okay in Marco’s world. Despite the tone of his, his expression is blank and cold. He stands beneath the Blue Moon tree when

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

splits the fog like a knife, and inevitably uplifts the final veil that suppressed Marco’s memories. He sees clearly now.

Tanya’s POV:

the plate, cleansing the dishes of the evening. The sink backs against the window, so I’m given clear visual of the rain that hammers down relentlessly against the glass pane. I don’t know if it’s the weather, or

this feeling, my fingers go to feel the strands of my hair. I rea*s*sure myself that there is nothing to panic about, till my w*et fingers drift down to the uneven skin on

Marco’s mark…

it before. But I now understand why Marco brushed my hair aside on the day of

could have Marco

can’t wait until morning to confirm this revelation. I need to speak to him now. I leave the dishes in the sink and rush out into the pouring rain. I knock at his door desperately, 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, and I’m left slightly lost amongst the overflow of forestry. I suddenly hear footsteps from