Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 72 Tanya’s Wolf

Unknown POV:

I have always existed in the dark. Hidden from view. Invisible. Nestled in the darkest corner of my master’s mind. Despite my yearning to be known, to be seen, it remains impossible. An impenetrable mental barrier blocks me from stepping into the light. And I lack the strength or power to overcome this barrier. So for years and years, I remained in the dark, as I worked tirelessly to accumulate small bits of power day by day.

But all of that changed momentarily when I felt my master fall from the cliff. I wanted to save her; I was desperate to save her. And so, I fought against the barrier with all my might, pushing against the walls that caged me in. And finally, I did it. The wall cracked, and my powers slipped through to give my master the strength to survive the fall.

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From then on, the small slit in the barrier allowed me to venture out for little bits at a time. When my master was unconscious and asleep, the defenses of the mind were weaker, and I was able to slide through to take over the wheel and control the body during the night. Course I was never fully conscious, as it mostly felt like a lucid dream. My vision was also skewed, and I could never see clearly. Nevertheless, I was excited. Thrilled that I could venture beyond my hole, it was a step forward.

Of course, because of my actions that day when trying to save my master from her fall, I had used up a lot of my power. So, despite the crack in the wall, my powers slowly grew weaker with each use. Then came the day my master’s baby was to be born. But the birth proved of great difficulty for my master, as complications meant she and the baby were at risk. Despite my weakened state, I still wanted to help.

And so, with the last bits of my weakening power, I helped my master successfully give birth to the child. I was at ease, despite the pain. I knew I had done the right thing. I felt myself drift away that morning, my power now gone. I slipped into a deep slumber that I didn’t think I would awaken from.

It was years later that something wolfish stirred me awake. The sweet scent of something familiar roused me from my coma. I was alert again. Alive. Something drew me to a man who was a reoccurring figure in my master’s life. He had been the one to rouse me from sleep, and day by day, my strength was growing as his presence remained. I once again came out to play during the night, wanting to find the man. I followed the source of the delectable smell since my vision remained blurry. Despite the limitations, I remained confident as my power started to grow again once more. And that man even ripped off the mental barrier that day! From that day on, every day I started to believe more and more in the possibility of meeting my master!

It’s tonight that I find the power and the strength to take control of the body again. I’m also particularly hungry. I’ve been growing in strength, and in turn my hunger and need for sustenance have grown too. But of course, I remain visually impaired. So, I stumble about the room, groping the walls for the door handle as I sway clumsily.

confidence, I march onward, insistent on finding the fridge. But before I can start waving my hands about to locate

go to feel the object, rummaging up and down its form. The wall is a strange one indeed, the texture completely different from what I would a*s*sume it to be. It’s almost like I could feel human abdominal muscles, running my hands over them with intense curiosity, noticing how they’ve constricted

past my senses. I’m further intrigued, sniffing eagerly at whatever is before me, like a child enticed by their favorite candy. Eventually, my lips brush against something

to lick at it

my lips, I smile.

Tanya’s POV:

Margaret’s notebook with haste and desperation.

permanent wrinkle to form on my forehead with my brows narrowed in concertation. I could barely focus on eating breakfast, the piece of egg on the end of my fork somehow making its way into my

only did she create perfumes that could cure illnesses caused by black magic, but she also had recipes for perfumes that could cure other natural diseases.

much I enjoy looking through her notes, the trouble I’m finding is that none of the listed perfumes combat Peyton’s disease. More problematic is the fact that Peyton’s illness doesn’t match any diseases I recognize, since

I’m being watched. My gaze lifts, looking across from me where Marco is sat also

something wrong?” I ask

he says as if I should’ve already known about what is on

I watch Marco’s mouth twitch in aggravation. He considers saying something, but after a pause, his gaze only hardens, and he purses his

book. Again, flicking through pages as I try to find a perfume that solves the puzzle to my madness. Another couple of minutes

he blurts out. “You have nothing to say to me about last night? No explanation at all?” his accusatory tone confuses me, and my brain racks itself trying to decipher if anything has happened the night

still puzzled. Although, what I do remember is the wonderful dream I had. “But I do recall dreaming about jelly…,” I chuckle to myself, realizing

me, before continuing to eat in silence, leaving me still bewildered over what I have