Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 86 Tanya is Drunk

Eric’s POV:

As a child, I was always told I couldn’t control everything, that life would happen to us, and we had to learn to react and adapt to the circumstances. But rather than taking that advice, I rebelled against it. I grew up a man who does everything in his power to control everything and anything, ensure nothing surprised me, that I always have the upper hand.

And while this trait has served me well all my life, at this very moment I’m at a loss. I stare into the eyes of my father with astonishment, unable to disguise my shock. My gaze flickers to the left, landing on Tanya. Oh, sweet little Tanya. If only she was the weak and feeble omega that she once appeared to be, hiding in Marco’s shadow. Now she stands proud beside the King, a fierceness in her eyes that only heightens her beauty.

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Seeing her draws me back to the day I last visited my father at the hospital. My suspicions of the opened window were in fact correct. If only I had listened to my gut, if only I had taken a moment to pay closer attention to the faint wolfish scent that had caught my attention. I was complacent, so fixated on Lily’s escape and setting in motions the plans to eliminate Marco I had forgotten about dear little Tanya. I should’ve k*il*led my father when I had the chance.

But I can fix my mistakes in due time. I would never let this happen again. Never again shall I be caught off

guard. No, I will get my crown and my kingdom and all the power I desire, but fate has decided that today is not the day. If I am captured, everything I have worked tirelessly for will be lost. And I, do not lose. I must leave the maid behind. Mother would understand, I can do little to save her. I must save myself, for I am the future. Once I make my return, I’ll be able to ensure her safety. But I can’t from behind bars.

“Distract them.”

I say to my subordinates as I look up at the top of the surrounding buildings. The wolves ignite into fierce brawls as I stand at the centre, my body morphing and shifting as I transform into my Lycan half. I rise above them with my height, and before anyone can get close, I leap up, launching myself on top of one of the buildings before galloping on all fours to find Lily and Dorian.

Tanya’s POV:

return. He’s sent out his soldiers to chase down Eric. The Queen has also been placed on temporary house arrest

celebrate the awakening of the Lycan King, a huge banquet is held in the palace, attended by many royals and nobles. At the banquet, Joseph announces that Marco is the heir of the Lycan

this, the banquet begins. The atmosphere is full of elation and excitement,

half-moon’s light, whilst fire performers dance across the stage entertaining the crowd. Right now, I stand beside my mother Vivian as she introduces me to many

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immense surprise. “But-

You are the true heir to my family business, and you’ve inherited such outstanding

her a

Marco’s POV:

offered a new glass of wine, either from the waiters or from a passing noble showing good faith.

Vivian who walks up to me. She too appears a tad bit tipsy but gives me a smile. “I think maybe it’s time you take Tanya home,” she says with a chuckle. I mirror her smile and nod my head in

amusement, but I can’t help but find her circumstance both

to the house. To begin with, she’s very quiet, and the only thing that eludes to her drunk state is that she walks in diagonal lines. She swings back and forth across the road, obviously unbalanced, and

okay. That’s until. There’s a sudden and unnatural shift in her quiet demeanour. She becomes talkative, rambling about this thing and that with no cohesive structure. Her att*itude becomes overly cheery and playful, flirting with me

so sudden it takes me a moment to realize that she’s running from me, and I begin to sprint after her. I call out, but she weaves

heart desires before bolting out again. “I am so

her as quickly as I can, concerned about what she might do next. Soon I find her by the side of the road, eyes sparkling with interest at a bright blue balloon held in the

snatches the balloon from the child’s hand, and frolics about with an excited pep in her step. The child, unsurprisingly, proceeds to cry. Tears spring from his big round eyes as his mouth pouts in upset. I hurry over

cry child. I’m so sorry. Tanya!” she turns to look at me, appearing confused by my sterner tone. “Please give him back his balloon,” she looks at me with disappointment, almost astounded that I have asked her

“But why?”