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.”

phone, rushing to put on decent clothes. I kiss 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

I must quickly stop myself from falling. But Freya barely notices, continuing to talk

instead almost childlike, she’s much more interested in other things. ‘I’ve never gotten the chance

of a werewolf Tanya. But because I was awakened not so long ago, the scent

chatter about how she excited is

to me, telling me about all the times she has been there but couldn’t speak to me, and how now she is overjoyed to get to experience the world together. And somehow, this diminishes my initial sadness when I heard that Lily was at the bar too. 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 coldly to my presence. They’re not abruptly rude, but I can tell they’re displeased by me being there,

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 off about him, and Lily clearly doesn’t care. What obviously matters more

moment her gaze snaps back to me, it is imbedded with the pure evil I know she’s capable of. “No one wants you here,” like 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, as she turns

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

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

arm over my shoulder to allow him to lean on me for balance. We reach home in

sleep, so I whisper words of encouragement, wanting him to at least

aim goes almost to plan but as we 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 close

“Why’s it beating so fast?” I blurt out quietly, somewhat confused. Beneath me Marco stiffens, before stating with

“Water… I need water.”

glass my mind can’t help but wonder. I

cue, my wolf makes herself known with a response.