Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 75 Peyton Drank The Poison By Herself

Tanya’s POV:

Upon exiting Peyton’s old room, I realize that the entire palace is in chaos. Everyone is panicking over the princess’s physical state. Maids are rushing about with w*et towels and water, nobles are alerting the neighboring royal families. Butlers are heading off to call the known doctors. I can see that everyone dearly cares for the princess. As do I. But my job is much different to theirs.

I hurry into one of the empty rooms, closing the door to shut out the cluster of apprehension that whiz about outside. I scr*a*p*e away items off one of the tables and pull out the box, emptying the torn pieces of paper onto the workspace.

Title of the document

Step by step, piece by piece, like a child’s puzzle set, I connect the pages, reconnecting torn words and linking the shredded pieces. Soon I have rea*s*sembled the entire page. Satisfied, I read through it carefully, my eyes growing wider as they trail down the page.

Shock, surprise, and dread ignite in my system. I know that I have to find Isabella immediately. I find her also bustling about amongst the chaos. “Whatever it is that you’re doing, you need to stop. This is important. This could save her,” I establish with a firm tone, leaving little room for Isabella to question me or protest.

As we walk back to the room I elaborate on the way. “I initially thought the Princess had been poisoned instead of just being ill. I still do. But now… I really believe that she’s been poisoning herself rather than being poisoned by someone else.”

at me with utter disbelief. “How could you say that? My sister would never do such a thing!” she

don’t need to justify myself, instead I simply point to the paper which Isabella starts to read. By the end, she

her the flower pattern that I

through it haphazardly. Almost as if she isn’t wanting to find whatever she’s looking

a rare poison that was

I rush off in haste, heading for the old doctor’s house. But on my way, I suddenly notice a large group of people gathering by the roadside. Seeing it as they are on my way, I approach the group to simply see what is going on. But upon looking over some of the shoulders, I realize they’re crowded around

of Peyton’s illness, I can’t continue on without at least seeing if I can help. I push past the people. Some of them are calling the emergency services, whilst others try and get a hold of the old doctor. I kneel down beside the

lower my ear to her mouth. I sigh in relief, she is at least still breathing, but she is obviously unconscious. And then I realize I

from an allergic reaction.

undo the satchel at my waist, and unveil my anti-allergy

for actual medicine. But I

He looks to me, with firmness. “Thank you, Tanya. You truly did save her life. You’ve proven that your perfume abilities can be trusted, I will give you the

relief as the doctor unveils the flower I need, wrapping it carefully in a white cloth before handing it to me. I rush back to one of the rooms in the

the initial fear that sits in my stomach. Unlike the past few times when I’ve had to urgently make a perfume, this time, I even have no room for error. I can’t waste the main ingredient that

roll up my sleeves, as my brows narrow in eager concentration. I begin the usual, cutting up each of the raw solid ingredients, and grinding them into fine powder. And I distill the liquid ingredients,

process of boiling the base solution before I begin adding the ingredients, all throughout I notice a slight shift to my inherent talent. There is somehow a difference this time about the way I was able to