Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 38


    Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown


    Chapter 38 I Won!


    Tanya’s POV:


    I watch the clock on the wall with ma*s*sive strain on my heart, the seconds ticking down at a pace that


    can’t be considered slow or fast. Only agonizing, like it’s mocking my slow inch towards demise. When


    itnds on one, dread sumbs to my system and I face up to the fact that it’s the end of my time in


    thepet*ition.


    But before I’m left to ept failure, Marco bursts through the door with cosmic conviction. His perfectly


    ced golden blonde locks swaying with the movement of his body as he jogs over to my station.


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    The moment equates to a scene in a book. Marco as a knight in shining armor, returns from his quest


    with the only ancient artifact that could save his kingdom. I stare wordlessly into his eyes as I take hold


    of the utensil that he hands me. Completely in awe of his desire to see me achieve this dream of mine.


    Hopefully my expression of pure admiration is enough, as I don’t have time to thank him. I must focus


    now on making my perfume and saving the Blue Moon Tree. The bell rings to signal the start of the


    final round, and we begin making our individual perfumes ording to our specialized designs.


    I may have been weak in every other aspect of my wolfish existence. But perfumery is the one certainty


    that I never doubted myself on. I know what I’m capable of. That, and I also am in love with and


    immensely passionate about the craft.


    As I work. I find myself falling into a certain rhythm of motion as I drip drops of essence oils from


    pipettes, swirl liquids, distil and funnel certain mixtures. It’s almost like a waltz, only the music is in my


    head, and I am dancing with my finest ingredients and tools to produce my best work.


    My focus remains on my own station, but every now and then I notice Lily’s movements at the corner of


    my eye. For she is still just as talented, and I recognize the precision and fluidity in her movements.


    She showcases perfection, like she’s practiced and practiced for days to make her actions look utterly


    wless.


    Returning my gaze back to my work, I scan over my notes and calctions one final time to ensure I


    haven’t missed anything. Confident, I’m ready to add thest ingredient. Using a sharp needle, I prick


    the end of my finger, cing it over my concoction and allowing a few drops of blood to plunge into the


    solution. I give the sk one final swirl before carefully transferring it to a perfume bottle just as the bell


    signals the end of the final round.


    My heart pounds both excitedly and nervously in my chest as the judgese to critique my perfume


    first. My perfume is encased in a delicate clear ss bottle. The liquid shines through as a shade of


    sapphire blue, glowing proudly in demonstration of the Blue Moon Flower’s beauty.


    Because it’s the main ingredient, the liquid gives off an iridescent type of shimmer. And the Blue Moon


    Flower’s natural glow gives the perfume a crystal-like illusion that is very beautiful to look at.


    After considering its appearance, the judges take turns


    spraying my perfume onto their skin, and also spray the fragrance into the air around us for good


    measure. Along with the Blue Moon Flower, I added fragrances that depict the essence of first love.


    Such as soft floral notes of fresh cut flowers like jasmine and lily, mimicking the typical sensations of


    butterflies that people get when they first crush on another.


    I also added a touch ofvender. This melds well with the colder scents like vani and white gardenia,


    since new love is fresh and alluring, and wakes you with a jolt of passion to chase it blindly. There are


    also a few aquatic notesbined to match the blueish hue of the Blue Moon Flower, that can be


    interpreted as the dark depths of the sea, sparkling with magic and mystery.


    Finally, I included a subtle hint of woody spices that creates a tiny ssh of bitterness thates


    through at the end. Representing the understandable worries and insecurities thate with first love


    and getting to know someone.


    The judges take a moment to smell the scent, and I watch apprehensively as they silently judge, before


    one of them speaks. “This perfume is a meld of different elements, but they all make perfect sense and


    create a temporary illusion of falling in love.”


    I smile in somewhat disbelief, I’m relieved that my perfume matches the theme. I also think back to the


    fact that when I added a drop of my blood, I was thinking about the romantic memories I had with


    Marco under the Blue Moon Tree. I can imagine those memories create a special function through my


    blood, creating an essence of “temporarily experiencing sweet love”.


    “I have one more thing to show you,” I say, before turning to one of the staff members. “Please turn off


    the lights.”


    As we’re now surrounded in darkness, one of the judges notices how my perfume sparkles on their skin


    and the test paper, they then go ahead and spray it into the air. As my perfume diffuses into the


    surrounding atmosphere, it leaves a trail of dainty twinkling stars that glow fiercely in the dark.


    I exin this to judges as they gape in awe. “My inspiration for this bottle of perfume is from my


    interpretation of love. Like the Blue Moon Flower, love sometimes may appear soft and fragile, or weak


    in its brightness. But just like the stars, they will always shine for you, even if the light is not as bright as


    the moon. You might not always see them, but they are always there.” <4


    I bashfully bow as I receive a round of apuse from the audience and the judges, before watching


    them move on to Lily’s perfume. They repeat the actions of spraying the perfume and smelling and


    analyzing its fragrance, till the same judge that spoke to me, speaks up.


    “While the perfume is precious and elegant… it’s emotionally insufficient,” I watch as Lily’s face pales


    as the judge continues. “Itcks a lot of true emotion that we saw in Tanya’s perfume,” he says shaking


    his head in disappointment. “Your work this time has regressed immensely inparison to your


    previous submissions,” as he says this, I see Lily’s fists clenching in reaction.


    Finally, the judges turn to one another away from both of our tables, speaking quietly amongst


    themselves. I see them all nodding in affirmation before one of them turns the audience and speaks.


    “We dere Tanya the winner of the perfumepet*ition.”


    I stand grounded in shock. I can’t believe it! I won!


    I can’t help but notice the mixed set of emotions from the audience. Gasps ignite in their expressions,


    while others look incredibly upset with the oue of thepet*ition. I remember the bet that has


    been going on throughout and I realize nearly everyone has betted on Lily, believing she would win.


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    A man in the crowd m*oa*ns as he drags a hand across his face in a deliberately aggravated facepalm


    of exasperation. Clearly in distress about all the money he’s now lost due to my unexpected win. His


    friends beside him showcase the same level of upset,pletely silenced by the verdict, they stew in


    both anger and grief.


    I also see a woman in and amongst the sea of shocked faces. She gapes at me, then at the judges,


    then at Lily, and then back at me. Unable toprehend or fathom this decided oue. I hear her


    speak to another woman beside her in disbelief. “But how can this be? I’ve been following Lily’s


    progress and watching herpet*itions for so many years now! She’s never lost!” She exims,


    while the woman beside her nods in agreement, muttering under her breath.


    “It’s unbelievable, how can she lose to a nobody like Tanya?”


    The crowd’s surprise and unsettlement create an awkward atmosphere of muttering and silent curses,


    but none of them seems to bother me. I won! In earnest tion, I rush down the stage to the one


    person that does matter. I run into Marco’s arms, giving him a ma*s*sive hug as I rejoice. When I do


    this, finally the crowd seems to ept their loses, breaking into ma*s*sive apuse all around me.


    Buried in Marco’s arms I cherish the moment of glory as they finally cheer for me.


    As I hug Marco, I’m able to see over his shoulder, somehow my gaze picks out Caspian from the rest of


    the crowd, probably because of the way he’s staring at me. His hazel eyes glimmer with a strange form


    of fascination, they shine with desire as he smiles in awe directly at me. And he doesn’t at any moment


    seem to look anywhere else but me, unwavering and seeming like he’s lost in thought as he


    subconsciously ps.


    I’m slightly frazzled by the way he’s staring, but I a*s*sume it’s in thanks for helping him protect his


    pack and saving the Blue Moon Tree, so I smile back, and offer a wave. And I can’t help but chuckle as


    he realizes I’m looking at him. Heically jolts out of his daze, quickly adjusting the faraway look in


    his eyes as he smiles back and returns my wave, trying to appear more reserved in his actions of


    praise.


    Everything is going just as I hoped, and it’s turning out wonderful. That’s until Lily’s voice rings out in


    the venue. “Hold on, the winner of the perfumepet*ition can’t be awarded to a copycat.”