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.”

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

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 it’s

be wolfless. That I’m an abomination to the species. So, I can’t help the fact that I’m speechless. But Freya 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 really nice! I don’t know

help the slight upturn to my lips upon hearing this, and what she says next makes me feel even better. ‘And just so you know, 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.

about how

My 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

His sits pretty much unmoving, like a marble statue crafted

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, as she turns her back to me hoping to be taken into Marco’s arms. I use the opportunity to approach him, at

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

very important to Marco, I dislike the amount of attention on me. I quietly turn

my shoulder to allow him to lean on me for balance. We reach home in a decent amount of time. Marco had made sure we weren’t

whisper words of encouragement, wanting him to at least make it to the bed so he can crash there

approach the bed Marco immediately drops in my arms, making me stumble and collapse into the mattress with him. Without warning, Marco’s arms encircle my waist and back, and pull me in

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 drunk slur in

“Water… I need water.”

“Course, wait here,” I hurry back into the kitchen. Although as I fill a glass my mind can’t help but wonder. I decide to ask the newly found voice in my head. “Is

my wolf makes herself known