Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 78 Marco Is Drunk

Tanya’s POV:

I’m completely frozen solid in place, unable to grasp the situation. My brain is trying to come up with all sorts of reasons that didn’t imply the obvious. There is no one else in the room with me other than Claire, and she is now softly asleep. My eyes snap to my child just to be sure, but as I a*s*sume, she’s snoring away.

My eyes glance to my surroundings, trying to find another person, not knowing if I really want there to be another person… But all I see and hear is my phone crying out for my attention. To the which the voice once again speaks out. ‘Are you not gonna answer it?’

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I don’t have time to respond to the mysterious voice, instead I pick up the phone, hearing that it is Oliver on the other line. “Hey Tanya, I’m very sorry to bother you but…” he sighs, and for a second I worry something bad has happened. “Could you come take Marco home? He’s really drunk.”

A sigh of relief escapes me, for I’d rather Marco be drunk, than hurt. Before I can respond, my ears pick up a female voice from over the line, sounding very similar to someone I knew, and particularly disliked. “Is Lily there too?” the words tumble out of my mouth before I can filter them properly.

“Um. Yeah, a lot of people came tonight,” Oliver seems slightly confused by my line of questioning, but I don’t give him time to ponder it.

“Alright, I’ll be there soon, send me the address.”

Claire goodnight before heading out to the specified bar. And as I walk briskly, I’m once again reminded of the strange voice that has greeted me earlier, affirming that I’m not

so nice to finally meet you Tanya!’ she sounds immensely bubbly and carefree, although I can’t exactly see the induvial physically, I imagine she’s very expressive in her mannerisms. ‘I’m Freya, your wolf.’ 1 The bombshell of information weakens my knees, making me stumble about, and I must quickly stop myself from falling. But Freya barely notices, continuing to talk energetically. ‘I’m sorry

doesn’t seem to mind, instead almost childlike, she’s much more interested in other things. ‘I’ve never gotten the chance to say, I think Marco smells

you do have the scent of a werewolf Tanya. But because I was awakened not so long ago, the scent is very weak. But it will strengthen with time. And soon you’ll be

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conversation with Frey a ends as I finally arrive at the bar. I recognize all the familiar faces that I haven’t seen in years. Philip, Thomas, Oliver, Cathy and Lily, including other royals from the palace. But the crowd appears to react coldly to my presence. They’re

of her resentment. She gives me a dangerous glare as she glides over to Marco’s side who I now lay eyes on. His sits pretty much unmoving, like a marble statue crafted with divine expertise. But no matter his godly figure, something is ultimately

a ballerina, she struts towards me with intimidating grace, forcing me to step back in cowardice. “Stop being such a bother Tanya. Just do everyone a favour and go home.” Despite the pain in my heart, my eyes still waft past Lily and onto Marco,

me to lean in, and before I know it, his head has dropped into the crook of my neck, nuzzling against my bare skin that causes my senses to tingle with an exponential buzz. My astonishment matches that of everyone else’s, including Lily, who storms out with definable anger and immense

realize that it seems I’m still very important to Marco, I dislike the amount of attention on me. I quietly turn to him. ‘‘Let’s go home Marco,” I say in a soft whisper, to

him to lean on me for balance. We reach home in a decent amount of time. Marco had made sure we weren’t staying at the palace, and before our arrival from the Kingdom of Fauna, he had the palace

wanting him to

stumble and collapse into the mattress with him. Without warning, Marco’s arms encircle my waist and back, and pull me in close against his chest. Although I’m initially surprised by his

lowers against his chest, and I can suddenly feel and hear the racing pace of his heart. “Why’s it beating so fast?” I blurt out quietly, somewhat confused. Beneath me Marco stiffens, before stating with a

“Water… I need water.”

reality and pull myself off him. “Course, wait here,” I hurry back into the kitchen. Although as I fill a glass my mind can’t

my wolf makes