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.

me, and I work quickly

Marco’s POV:

girl Claire. I want to return to them, to go back to our routines. But I can’t, not with the mystery of my mother’s death weighing on my shoulders. I deserve to

trembling, obviously distraught as her hands shake 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 in front of her, before

and hesitant as she finally musters the courage to 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 master, but she was also a friend to me. She treated me with respect and looked after my family, and especially

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

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 as a

head more furiously. “I should have known. But I was so naive. Just so excited that

running a hand back and forth over hers to try and comfort her. But emotionally, I feel myself detaching from the rest of the world. Hearing once again about my mother’s passing breaks my

wrong with the soup. But when I 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

breath. “When I 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

her hand from mine, dropping her head in shame. “I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut. I even had to let the Queen’s subordinates in to slit her wrists, to make it look like Marie committed suicide from excessive grief… I… I can never forgive myself. I

believe the fact 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

joy and thanks the both of us for helping get her daughter to the doctor in time. She believes

stop to fill up on gas. And the three of us