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.”

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

justify myself, instead I simply point to the paper which Isabella starts to read. By the end,

her the flower pattern that I have seen

she isn’t wanting to find whatever she’s looking for. Finally, she unveils a

was a bottle filled with poison, a rare poison that was accidentally owned by

Seeing it as

I can help. I push past the people. Some of them are calling the emergency services, whilst others try and get a

cold to the touch, and terribly pale. Her silk blonde waves of hair cradle her sickly childish face. I check her pulse and lower my ear to her mouth. I sigh in relief, she is at least still breathing, but she

palace ball from an allergic reaction. And just like Cathy, the doctor’s granddaughter is in a coma like

satchel at my waist, and unveil my anti-allergy perfume, going ahead to

sit and wait in apprehension, while listening to the chatter from the surrounding people. Some are confused over my actions, while others disapprove saying that perfumes with special functions are no match for actual medicine. But I ignore

the old doctor arrives, his eyes growing wide in realization that his granddaughter is alive and well again. And the surrounding wolves explain to him what I have done. He looks to me, with firmness. “Thank you, Tanya. You

white cloth before handing it to me. I rush back to one of the rooms in the palace where

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 I have very little of, and I also don’t have time on my side. Peyton’s situation is critical, and if I

tie it in a ponytail, and 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, so they

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 craft. Something new, something strange and invigorating with the