Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 85 Joseph Wakes Up

Tanya’s POV:

Something uncomfortable writhes in my gut after hearing the news of Lily’s escape. It dawns on me that I have felt uncertain about the whole ordeal, like I knew she’d somehow find a way to escape her prison cell. No matter what victory I had earned, Lily always found a way to come out on top. Even now, even though she is seen as a criminal on the run, she still has escaped her fate once more.

With such thoughts in mind, my hand goes to take out the ruby necklace that I have been keeping in my pocket, studying the glossy crimson stones with intense concentration. When Freya and I snapped Lily’s diamond necklace I saw bits and pieces of dark matter floating within the crystals. And now, I can’t help but wonder if it was black magic that I had seen.

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By tilting the necklace back and forth, and letting it catch the light, I try to see if it too has the same black swirl. But I see nothing, letting out a huff as I put the necklace away. But even if I can’t see any black magic in this necklace, something tells me that both necklaces could be directly or indirectly related to Dorian.

Other than Mr. Barlow, may his soul rest in peace. Dorian was the only werewolf I had seen wield such magic, and he in fact himself said that Lily had sent him to k*il*l me. There must be a connection between the two. I just couldn’t decipher the what, the why nor could I prove how.

But right now, learning the truth does not matter. Wolfish instincts tell me that something bad and terrible is on the horizon. I must hurry and create the perfume that will save Joseph, surely, he’d know who poisoned him. Or at least he’d answer the questions I can’t. We need him awake again.

perfumery room to make my concoction. Thankfully in Vivian’s workstation, all the required ingredients are available to me, and I work quickly to make the perfume. All the while something nags at me in the back of my mind, telling me

Marco’s POV:

But I can’t, not with the mystery of my mother’s death weighing on my shoulders. I

and hair appears frayed as she runs her hands through it. “Sit down Susan. Please sit down. Oliver, get her water,” Oliver fills her a glass and sets it down

speak. “I poisoned your mother,” she sniffles, wiping streaks from her cheeks. “But not intentionally! I promise you Marco, I loved your mother with all my heart. She was not just my

uncontrollably beneath the surface. But I try to keep my face neutral, even as the maid puts a hand on top of mine. Whether to try and comfort me or comfort herself I don’t know, either way she continues with the

I wanted to make her a bowl of her favourite soup, hoping this would make Marie feel better.” She sighs, and I can see through her eyes, that as she is reciting to us the story, her mind is wandering back to the moment. “But when I went into the kitchen to start cooking, I realized I didn’t have all the ingredients. I was going to scrap the idea entirely and cook something else, but suddenly the Queen’s maid walked in, carrying a tray food. She had the soup I needed. She was very enthusiastic about it as well, saying that the Queen had made it especially for Marie

was off,” tears well up in her eyes again as she shakes her head more furiously.

her several hours later- but she was already gone. She was gone…” I try as much I can to soothe the maid, quietly running a hand back and forth

went to inform someone about the truth, the Queen’s maid was waiting for me. She stopped me, saying that if I told the truth to anyone, I’d simply be the one blamed for the crime. Since I was the one to serve the soup

tried to argue that I would tell them that I was given the soup by the Queen’s maid, she gave me a sickening smile, tormenting me, saying that no one had seen us.

Marie committed suicide from excessive grief… I… I can never forgive myself. I couldn’t even see her after they did it. I- I,” Susan breaks down again in loud sobs. “I’m so sorry Marco. I’m so sorry. I loved her truly. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to protect my family, so I

that she loved my mother. And I believe that she ran away out of fear of being framed. “I want to help you,” I blink awake from my daze as she says this, looking into my eyes. “I want to testify about what happened. I want to help you reveal

recovery, and has successfully given birth to her baby. Susan weeps with joy and thanks the both of us for helping get her daughter to the doctor in time. She believes this to be a sign from the Moon Goddess that

as we near, we stop to fill up on gas. And the three of us decide to just take a walk to stretch our legs. That’s when we pass by the mouth