Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 39
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 39 She Is A Copycat
Tanya’s POV:
Everyone’s eyes are on Lily as shees to the front of the stage, and from the sidelines a
professional-looking investigator steps out from the crowd,ing up to stand beside her. He holds a
file and carries a bag that he sets on one of the tables, unloading its contents to reveal perfumes that
he ces down.
“I’ve done a detailed investigation of Malik’s perfume store where Tanya use to work.”
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My body shudders with uncertainty, standing by Marco as I turn to face Lily whilst she continues
addressing the judges and the crowd. “These are perfume samples sold at Malik’s store,” she hands
them out to the judges. “As you’ll soon realize, many of these perfumes smell exactly like my winning
perfume creations from previouspet*itions.”
The previous silence dispels as the crowd mutters and whispers amongst themselves. The judges each
receive a sample, and take a sniff, nodding their heads in agreement, urging her to continue. “I don’t
know how Tanya got the recipes for the perfumes, but it’s clear that she has been secretly copying my
work. And because of this, I hope you will reconsider awarding her the win, since a copycat doesn’t
deserve first ce.”
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Upon voicing her final thoughts, her gaze splits to me, maintaining a cold polished stare, that no one
could decern but myself. I know on the inside; Lily is smirking at how well-nned this all is.
In reaction, I step away from Marco to dere my innocence. ‘‘But- but I never stole Lily’s creations.
Those are all my original perfumes!”
Lily’s investigator opens his file, handing her pages upon pages of images and notes which she shows
the crowd and judges. Particr images showcase me working there, and notes disy my employee
contract. “Here is real identifiable proof that she was at Malik’s store and worked on these perfumes
herself. She was copying my work.”
From behind me, I hear voices. Some not believing me at all, while others are too shocked toment.
Tears of mine threaten to spill as no one seems to believe me. All the evidence falls in Lily’s favor, and I
have nothing to show to prove myself not guilty.
It’s then I suddenly realize that all the trouble I’ve been having at thepet*ition, all the mishaps and
‘idents’, must’ve been Lily attempting to sabotage my creations and stop me from winning.
I’m ovee with shock as I recall the familiar scent, I smelled that day at thepany’s perfume
disy. I can’t fully be sure, but if what my gut is telling me is true… then Lily may have been secretly
copying my work all along! But how?
The distressing matter eventually attracts the attention of the royal family who are now involved in the
trial of this incident. The ma*s*sive a*s*sembly takes ce at the pce, in arge room that replicates
that of a courthouse since the royal family is often responsible for carrying out major trials on matters
that involve the kingdom.
This must’ve been something exponential, as so many people are present today. I sit in a booth on my
own, extremely unnerved, and scared. Lily sits exactly opposite me on the other end of the room,
remaining utterly calm and collected in her mannerisms.
The lesser royals sit on long rows of wooden benches that incase us in an arc. And at the top of the
room is a long wooden table, with a chair for each member of the ruling royal family. The King, the
Queen, Prince Eric and of course Prince Marco.
Hours pass as there is consistent back and forth on the truth of the matter, and no one cane to a
decisive decision on the true answer. Some royals propose I should be s*tri*pped of my first-ce win
in the perfumepet*ition entirely. This sets my heart racing, all my hard work would be futile if Lily
somehow proves I’m guilty. Even if I know I’m not.
Marco then stands to speak. “Tanya should at least be given three days to prove her innocence. If after
then, Tanya still can’t provide evidence, it won’t be toote to have another trial,” I appreciate Marco’s
suggestion, hoping I’m granted it.
But not everyone is happy about it, the room erupts into shouts and objections to the proposal while I
hunch down, growing smaller and smaller in my chair, wishing I can just disappear from it all. It’s then
that the King yells out amand, silencing everyone, and says that the proposal will be put to a vote.
Tensions rise as they go round the room, and I watch with wide eyes as Lily, and I are both evenly
matched. I still don’t think many of the royals care for me, but I a*s*sume they maybe feel sorry for me
or are unable to ignore the deathly stare Marco would give them.
Finally, all who are left are the two princes. I smile softly at Marco when he raises his hand to vouch for
me. But what surprises me is when Eric raises his hand too! I’m not the only one surprised, Lily too is
stunned by her fiancé’s actions, but quickly hides her emotions behind a facade not to showcase her
reaction.
Prince Eric’s vote is what guarantees me my chance to find proof within three days. When the trial is
dismissed, everyone wanders off to have their own conversations, and I walk up to Eric to thank him.
“Eric, um, thank you. Thank you for giving me a chance to prove my innocence,” I lower my head in the
presence of the prince, awkwardly standing as I try to express my grat*itude.
I’ve somehow understood the difference between Marco’s and Eric’s nature. Both are immeasurably
confident males; however, Marco’s confidencees in the form of inflicting fear and inducing
submission from those around him with his ruthlessness. Eric’s is of a different kind, his smile
somehow subdues you into trusting him, into feelingfortable round him, even when you very well
know what the Lycan Prince is capable of.
I think of this as he gives me his ever so natural gentlemanly smile. “In all honesty, I want to give you
time to prove yourself because I’m also curious to know the truth about this matter. Why settle it now
when you could prove us all wrong,” he says this with a yful tone to his voice, like the whole ordeal
is entertaining to witness. Which I couldn’t me him for, this is indeed a spectacle.
I nod my head in a respectful manner and stand idle as he wishes me luck before being swept away by
other nobles interested in conversing with him. I slowly walk to the edge of the room, looking for Marco,
when I spot him in a heated argument with Lily. I pull strands of my hair behind my ear as I can’t help
but overhear the conversation.
“How could you? Even if you don’t love me anymore Marco, you should at least be honest and true to
your morals. Just because you’re loyal to Tanya does not mean you should endorse her lies,” I’d never
really seen Lily so angry before, it must’ve really hurt her that Marco voted for me. “You’ve seen how
hard I’ve worked on my perfumes for years! And now you’re ruining my entire career just because of
her?”
Marco barely reacts to this, acting unbothered and uncaring to Lily’s dramatics. Instead, once she
finishes expressing her dismay, he outwardly chuckles with no concern for her rage. “I’ve been to
Malik’s perfume store, I’ve smelled these perfumes in the past Lily,” he states. “However, I asked Malik
and he told me that Tanya had been a part of her small pack for her entire life. How would she have
ess to perfumes all the way in the capital? And her learning opportunities were vastly limited too. It
just doesn’t make any sense of how she’d get a hold of your perfumes.”
Just then, Marco’s demeanor changes into something much more serious. My husband takes an
intimidating step towards Lily, dangerously close as he towers over her with his prating icy re.
She can’t help but shrink from the mental pressure he exudes as he speaks. “And how does an omega
like Tanya, who has no wolf, steal these perfumes from you? Especially when they’re not even sold
publicly?”
He c*oc*ks his head to the right, leaning down to her in a taunt of his power. “Is Tanya copying you? Or
is it actually the other way around?”
Lily is obviously flustered by Marco’s presence and delivery. But I can’t help but be touched by the fact
that he believes me.
The next day, Marco and I return to my hometown, the ckhide Pack. And it feels so strange to return
to the ce I grew up after all this time. The ce hasn’t changed, but I have. And I wonder who I
would’ve been if Marco never found me. But besides this, there’s an important reason why I’m here,
and what I’m after, is possibly the one thing that can protect my career.
For every perfume I created, I wrote a manuscript, detailing the design. Each dated ordingly. They
were all safely ced in a room not far from Malik’s perfume shop. He had noticed back then how so
engrossed and obsessed I was with perfumery. So he offered me a room where I could practice and
keep my tools and manuscripts safe.
Marco and I arrive there in no time. And he waits outside whilst I go in to get them. The room itself
holds many memories, and is the ce I escaped too when my family abuse got too much to bear.
Perfumery was my freedom, it is my freedom now more than ever. In a desperate search, I look
everywhere, but I’m able to find all my manuscripts except the ones that Lily’s used of me copying.
I think back to who has the keys to my room, and other than Malik, Brandon my former boyfriend, was
the only other person I shared this sacred ce with. Just then, my heart plummets with dread. I hear a
noise of ‘click’ and turn to face Brandon who stares at me with hunger and desire in his eyes as he
holds my manuscripts in his hand.