Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 18
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 18 Special Perfume
Tanya’s POV:
Sunlight pours into the room, bathing me in a warm light. I blink a few times to shake away the
drowsiness that clings to me as I look around. I need to sneak back to my room, but when I move,
Marco’s eyes meet mine. They’re a bit groggy with sleep, but they’ve returned to their usual shade of
blue, with no trace of the crimson that burned in them during the night. I take in a sharp breath, startled
by the intensity of his gorgeous gaze. Then, he takes in the sight of our entwined bodies, his brow
furrowing.
“What happenedst night?” he asks defensively, pulling away slightly to survey our surroundings.
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Something tightens in my chest as I realize he doesn’t remember anything that happened. My mind
races to exin.
“You were howling in pain. I know you told me to stay in my room, but I was worried. I came to check
on you… but nothing happened. I mean, you kissed me, and we ended up sleeping in the same bed,
but you didn’t… we didn’t have s*e*x. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, but when I tried to leave, you
held me so tight.”
I know I disobeyed his ordersst night bying into his room, but before I can apologize further,
Marco pulls away from mepletely, sitting up on the edge of the bed. I try not to let my eyes wander
over his exposed torso as he rubs the back of his neck, coughing a few times awkwardly. His golden
curls are tussled, and his skin almost seems to glisten in the morning sunlight. “You probably heard the
rumors about the second prince having a curse…” he says, seeming more embarra*s*sed than I’ve
ever seen him. “I call it the curse of the blood moon because I’m trapped in my lycan form on every full
moon and fall into a frenzy of bloodlust. I lose controlpletely, reduced to a primal state of madness.
Even on nights when the moon isn’t full, I’m gued by pain and nightmares. We got luckyst night.
It’s dangerous to be around me during a full moon since I can’t hold back under the effects of the
curse.”
He sounds almost apologetic as he exins, and my heart aches for him. Something he says catches
my attention, and I sit up slightly as well.
“You said you’re trapped as a lycan, butst night you were able to gradually shift back into your
human form.” His eyes widen slightly with disbelief at my words.
“That… that’s impossible. Nothing can alleviate the symptoms of the curse while the full moon is out.”
And yet something did. All I can do is shrug in reply. I have no exnation for what I sawst night.
Honestly, I’m just grateful. I was able to help in any way.
Marco turns away from me, his gaze bing distant as he’s lost in contemtion. I take the
opportunity to slip quietly off the bed, and the floor is cold against my bare feet. Marco is lost in thought,
barely registering my movement. I should go and let him rest. We both had an intense night.
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Before exiting the room, I stop to pick up my ruby ne from the floor.
A part of me expects to feel something as I sp my mother’s ne around my neck, but nothing
happens. I’m filled with strange suspicion that whatever changedst night when I took the ruby off isn’t
going to revert back even if it’s back on.
The ruby ne… Marco’s curse… The howling… The way he called me ‘mate’…
I don’t understand what happenedst night, but I can’t shake the feeling that somehow, we crossed
some kind of line. Maybe it’s all in my head, or perhaps something changed deep within me.
And now, things will never be the same.
The next day at work, my mind is clouded by the memories of everything that happenedst night. In
spite of this, I do everything I can to stay focused since today is an important day at the Eau de Lune
Parfumerie. I can’t afford to be distracted.
One of the perfumery’s senior managers is hosting a tour for the newer employees. Oscar, the guide
for the day, will be showing us some of thepany’s most famous fragrances. He leads us through
the winding halls of the perfume factory to a showroom at the back. I’ve never seen this part of the
company before.
My colleagues and I explore the disy as Oscar exins that these perfumes here are the pride and
joy of the perfumery, custom created by Lily’s family; the Monteneros. The Montenero family owns the
Eau de Lune Parfumerie. Their unique fragrances and forms date back generations of apothecaries,
chemists, and perfumers.
“The Montenero’s custom line of perfumes is unique for several reasons. They were created by Ms. Lily
Montenero’s ancestors; their craftsmanship and skill with scents are still unrivaled. Besides, many of
them also have special functions. The substances in this room are also medicinal. These perfumes go
above and beyond the practice of aromatherapy and have been used to treat various ailments. Some
are potent enough to be used as sedatives and anesthesia, while others have powerful effects simr
to opiates that can induce hypnotic or even hallucinogenic states,” he says before pointing to one vial
on the disy. “This solution has been used to relieve symptoms of respiratory diseases, and this other
one can effectively treat insomnia and improve sleep disorders.”
Some of these seem more like magic potions than simple perfumes! I look through the various cons
and bottles. Thebels indicate that many of the extracts and solutions were created by one of Lily’s
ancestors, a woman called Margaret Montenero.
The other co-workers gawk and gasp in amazement as Oscar shows us some of the books left by Lily’s
forefathers, which include various studies and forms for the extraordinary perfumes. But the scents
are so vivid and alluring that I struggle to focus on Oscar’s words. Somehow, I feel like my senses have
sharpened, and I’m surprised by the intensity of the smells and the ease with which I recognize them.
“We still have documents on the Montenero’s process for creating fragrances, but only the Montenero
family possessed the ability to create the extraordinary effects of their perfumes. Unfortunately, the skill
required to craft them has been lost by this generation.”
But even as Oscar speaks, I close my eyes and imagine how the different aromase together in
each vial. I frown, filled with an uneasy sense of shock. If the Montenero’s unique skill has been lost,
how can I instinctively distinguish the ingredients that fill the air?
My attention glides across the disy, caught by a particr scent. I let my intuition guide me, following
the strangely familiar fragrance across the room. I recognize those floral notes and earthy ords, and
I find myself drawn to them.
“Tanya,” Oscar says suddenly, appearing in front of me. The manager cuts me off, blocking a path I
was subconsciously following. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I snap out of my daze and stare at the ground self-consciously.
“I’m sorry, I thought I smelled something….”
“That area of the disy is not open to the public. We keep Ms. Lily’s custom creations there. Her
perfumes have won contents and are a testament to her unique craftsmanship. But those are not for
sale, and they are not part of today’s tour, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. My apologies,” I mumble sheepishly before rejoining the group.
I stay with the other employees for the rest of the tour, haunted by the familiarity of Lily’s collection and
the intuitive sense of Margaret Montenero’s extraordinary creations.
When I arrive home, I’m surprised to find Marco waiting for me in the townhouse. He leans against a
nearby window with his arms crossed in thatmanding, unbothered posture of his. When he sees
me, he nods towards an iron key resting on the nearby ss counter. An elegant ck ribbon is tied
around the ornate key’s handle.
“What’s this?” I ask, picking it up gently.
“A bted Valentine’s Day gift. I said I would get you, something official. This is it.”
I examine the key in my hands, filled with curious excitement.
“Marco, thank you. You didn’t have to….”
“You don’t even know what it is yet,” he interjects, the corner of his lip curling almost imperceptibly in an
amused smirk. “The key opens a small attic on the top floor of the townhouse. Your gift is there.”
I nce down the corridor, wondering what it could be. “But before you go look, I need to tell you
something,” Marco says, “The autumn equinox ising, and the royal family will be holding a
celebratory banquet at the pce. You’ll be expected to attend with me.”
It’s not exactly a casual invitation, and I can’t help the anxious butterflies in my stomach at the thought
of going to the pce with him. I remember Cathy stopped with a list of perfumes for an uing
banquet the other day. She must have been referring to the celebration of the autumn equinox.
“Well? Don’t just stand there,” he says, and I can’t figure out if his tone is impatient or yful. “I told you
what I needed to say. Go enjoy your Valentine’s Day gift, little flower.”
I blush at the nickname before nodding and heading towards the attic. I hesitate in the doorway, looking
at the beautiful little key before sliding it into the lock. The door swings open with a soft ‘click.’