Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 71 Kiss

Tanya’s POV:

Through the conversations between the princess and Caspian as we walk around her garden, I come to find out that although she’s a princess, she does basically run the kingdom. Her father was the former Alpha, but due to old age and a myocardial infarction, he passed away a year ago.

Marco mentions to me that the former Alpha was well liked by many, both by the royals and the residents of the kingdom. He was a noble man, majestic in nature, with a charismatic flare. He was the reason the Fauna kingdom’s economy thrived and had an abundance of connections.

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And now I can see that same trait in Isabella. She is highly intelligent, and well capable of holding her own in a conversation. She has her father’s charming mannerisms. But what Marco also discloses to me quietly, was that the King had died on the day of the younger sister’s wedding. Peyton was getting married to her fated mate. However, thirty minutes before the ceremony was set to begin, the King collapsed and could not be revived.

Isabella does mention that Peyton and the King were very close. And after his death, Peyton grew increasingly ill. Many doctors attempted to solve her mystery illness, but none were successful. And none of the treatments they suggested were working. Additionally, she had no symptoms other than weakness, and so a diagnosis couldn’t be given, and hence the right method of treatment couldn’t be established. All they could do was provide her with medication that eased the pain of her illness.

Eventually, Isabella invites us to meet her sister and takes us to her room. And while all other aspects of my wolfish abilities are particularly weak, my sense of smell never fails me. As I step into the room, the scent of decay hits my nose.

My nostrils flare, and the bridge of my nose wrinkles as the smell hits me. I can smell the infection, notes of mold and mildew compounded on top of one another to strengthen the scent of disease. It reminds me of how Mr. Barlow smelt before his passing. The infection isn’t of the same sort, but something similar tickles beneath my nostrils. The smell of death. She is indeed dying…

pillows that surround her dainty figure. The brightness of her pinkish and cream colored room, contrasts with the dim paleness of her skin that has a greenish hue. I take the initiative to walk up to her, watching her weakly smile in my direction

Peyton,

curiosity in her eyes. I’m not some famous doctor, nor am I a well-known royal. And I can tell she is searching my gaze for some form

up, but I can tell she is struggling too. Her eyelids look like they weigh a ton as she’s slow in her

in understanding, and in response she lays back down, resting her head against the pillow, and her eyes somehow instinctually shut, as

how other than her paleness, there are no other physical symptoms, no other visible signs. No

princess Peyton sleep, and the rest of us shuffle out of her chambers. However, Caspian doesn’t follow me and Marco to our quarters. I realize Isabella

find ways to talk to Caspian. And despite knowing it is wrong of me to spy, I couldn’t help but be immensely

I round a corner and press myself against the wall, peering over

nape of his neck as if trying to

can almost feel the smile

been acting so strange and restrained earlier on during dinner. They must’ve felt it from the

“What are you doing?”

a gasp as Marco appears to stand behind me, and inventively also draws the attention of the fated mates. I swirl round in a hurry, my hand rushing upwards to clasp around Marco’s mouth to stop him from saying anything

to our surroundings as I hear the two edging closer to our location. His mouth is still pressed against by my fingertips, I feel his

balcony. He then wraps an arm round my waist and with agile speed he hauls us over the railing into a crevice of the outside walls. We’re basically standing on a ledge, with a ma*s*sive drop below us. Because of both logic and fear my arms wrap round Marco