Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 71

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…

she looks beneath the ma*s*s of blankets and 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

Princess Peyton, I’m

can tell she is searching my gaze for some form of familiarity. Nevertheless, she still

Her eyelids look like they weigh a ton as she’s slow in her

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

the parts of her body I can see, noticing how other than her paleness, there are no other physical symptoms, no other visible signs. No rash markings, or redness in her eyes.

chambers. However, Caspian doesn’t follow me and Marco to our quarters. I realize Isabella has discreetly called him over.

And despite knowing it is

I round a corner and press myself against the wall, peering over its edge to listen in. Isabella speaks first rather softly, her tone

at the nape of his neck as if

I can almost feel the

acting so strange and restrained earlier on

“What are you doing?”

appears to stand behind me, and inventively also draws the attention of the fated mates. I

ultimately be tremendously embarra*s*sing if I am to be discovered eavesdropping on a conversation I haven’t been a part of. My eyes flit desperately to our surroundings as I hear the two edging closer to our location. His mouth is

away from us that lead out onto a 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

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