Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 49
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 49 Loss Of Memory
Caspian’s POV:
Dn and I move like shadows through the forestry in our wolf forms. Dn’s wolf is a mocha brown,
whilst the fur on my paws showcases a lighter, ivory hue. We follow our normal routine route that has
been allocated for centuries for patrol units. The path we take is a thin line that prates through the
gra*s*s, weighed down into a muddy consistency by the numerous paw prints that litter it day in and
day out.
Despite being Alpha, I’m not beyond the usual tasks that are given to my wolves. Moreover, I find a
sense of ease whilst conducting patrols. We belong to the forest. We were born here, and we shall die
here, and I find no greaterfort than being in my wolf form, surrounded by it all. My eyes are
ustomed to the vibrancy of the greenery, nose inhaling soft scents of the florals, leading the way
with ease.
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That is until I hear a loud ssh sounding from the west that halts my movements, ears swiveling to
pinpoint the noise, trying to depict the cause. I sense Dn’s presence, hisrge head and snout
pushing against my nk in confirmation of hearing it too.
‘Sounded like a ssh of sorts, from theke,’ my Beta says through our mind link.
I nod, now finding it necessary that we investigate, as I indicate with a canine gruff, before pulling off
the beaten path and galloping towards the noise.
There hadn’t been any further sounds emitted by the time we reach theke. Both of us sauntering
over to the water’s edge, we spread out. Dn trots upstream while I make my way downstream,
leaping and cantering across rocks and debris, with eyes trained on the water for any signs of
movement.
Five minutes pass before Dn rejoins me at my position, shaking his head to indicate that nothing
was found. I lift my muzzle to the sky, nostrils ring as I breathe in theke’s fresh scents, but nothing
seems amiss.
‘Maybe we were mistaken. The sound could’vee from further down the stream,’ Dn says,
lowering his head to the ground, sniffing at the bank in further pursuit of the answer to our confusion.
‘This doesn’t make any sense, I’m sure the sound came from here,’ I say in resolute judgment.
Either way, there is nothing here to prove my belief. I turn to head in the direction Dn suggested,
when my eyes suddenly catch a glimpse of light flickering in the corner of my vision. I snap to look, a
rock maintaining coverage over what I wish to see, but a hand sticks out from behind it, a silver ring
reflecting the morning sunlight.
Fiercely I sprint to that rock, Dn following closely at my heels. As I near, I shift back into my human
form, stepping round therge rock to find a female hidden within its shadow. My eyes settle on her,
realizing it is the Lycan’s wife, Tanya…
Seeing she is unconscious, I waste little time, hauling up her limp, cold and w*et body into my arms
before Dn and I make our way back home, to get her to safety.
Lily’s POV:
I’m in my private quarters, away from all the pces on goings. The closed door offers me a sense of
focus that I need to curate the potion of my desires. I’m meticulous with each ingredient, careful and
methodical with my approach. Three drops of one thing, a gentle knife scr*a*p*e of another, a cautious
turn of the knob of my filtering device that trickles tiny droplets into my brewing masterpiece.
My hair is pulled away into a neatly tight bun, my brows furrowing in concentration, whilst my
surroundings are epassed in a slight mist from the simmering potion. I sprinkle another
component into the mix and watch the solution swirl into a dark rich shade of violet, manifesting into the
cure that would purify Marco of his curse.
I would be the one to save him. I imagine the faces of all the nobles that would be in awe of my
aplishments, thanking me for saving their prince. I would finally be redeemed, put back on the
pedestal that Tanya has destroyed.
Whilst gently dabbing away the sweat at my neck with my embroidered cloth, I sense the presence of
another being. Dorian appears before me, rocketing my internal anticipation.
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“Is it done? Is Tanya dead?” the word ‘dead’es from my lips in a whispered hiss, slightly paranoid
by any unwanted listeners.
But despite the urgency of my question, Dorian tantly ignores me, avoiding my gaze and appearing
to seem elsewhere with his thoughts whilst fiddling with his lighter. He twirls the fuel canister yfully
between his fingers, lighting a small delicate me with each twirl of his finger.
But I grow aggravated by his silence. “Dorian,” I can’t yell, but I at least snap his attention with the
firmness of my voice. “Don’t tell me there was an ident… that you let Tanya get away?”
His gaze flickers for a moment, before his lips rx into a yful smile, that doesn’t immediately ease
my suspicion. “What’s with the doubt Lily flower?” he purrs c*oc*kily. “Do you not trust in my ability to
k*il*l?”
I remain silent, my gaze hardened and not giving into his mind games. He sees that I’m not fussed to
be toyed with, only rolling his eyes to add. “Course she’s dead, I made sure she wasn’t breathing.”
My chest copses with a heavy sigh upon hearing the confirmation. Although something about his
yful expression unnerves me, my mind wants to believe that the deed is done. Using adle, I stir
the final mixture of the potion, before pouring it into a ss sk that I hand to him.
“Now add your magic to this… and you’re sure this will erase all of Marco’s memories of Tanya?”
Dorian barely nods, instead his grin extends as he recklessly ys with the bottle. Swirling it and
watching the liquid slide towards the ground as he tilts it back and forth. He obviously enjoys my
reaction, as I edge closer to him in fear of anything happening to my precious cure.
“You’ve gotten so much better at lying, haven’t you?” he teases. “Very smart to tell everyone you learnt
about the cure from an ancient book, despite knowing the truth all along,” his chuckles only intensify my
agitation. “Just hurry up Dorian, stop wasting my time.”
He cares little for my annoyance, only raising a brow to me, before his focus trains onto the potion.
Holding the bottle with one hand, whilst the fingers on his other slowly curve, as if holding a ball. And
from the palm of his hand, a sooty spiral of smoke slowly emerges. It dances gently in the air, before
swaying down into the bottle, infiltrating the liquid and swirling with the solution. It makes my cure fizz
for a couple of minutes, before the potion settles back into stillness, and Dorian’s magic eventually
disappears as if it was never there. “So howe you want Marco to lose his memory, you never
cared about it before?” Dorian asks, hinting at subtle curiosity.
“Because before I didn’t know Tanya was pregnant. If Marco thought Tanya had abandoned him for the
money when he needed her most, he’d never forgive her. But now that I know she’s pregnant, if she
gives birth, there will always be a connection between them, which I can’t allow. If Marco finds out she’s
missing, he will endlessly search for her. This is the best way to keep him from chasing after her, to
have him forget all their memories together.”
Dorian shrugs in boredom in response, before casually tossing back the sk. I anxiously capture the
ss bottle, holding into protectively against my chest. He childishly jumps off the table he has been
sitting on. “Don’t ask for my help again Lily. I’ve repaid your mother for her kindness to me. But if you
ever need me again, you’ll have to make a deal with me.”
Dorian saunters towards the door, turning around to snarkily tease me one final time. “Although, you’ve
been terribly cruel to the child that switched ces with you … first you steal her family and social
status, and now you steal her fated mate. Tut tut… how despicable…”
My eyes widen as he mischievously smiles at me. “You didn’t tell me that Tanya was the child that was
switched with you that year.”
I try to maintain myposure, but I’m inadvertently surprised and slightly nervous. “How did you
know?”
He c*oc*ks his head. “I have my ways Lily flower,” and with a mysterious smile, he gives me one final
look, before turning around, leaving the room before I can ask him anymore questions.
Tanya’s POV:
8 monthster
I’m reorganizing one of the perfume shelves, quietly cing perfumes ording to their scents as my
mind wonders to how much my life has changed. Caspian saved my life and has let me live with the
Blue Moon Pack. He even gave me the freedom to open a small perfume store to earn money. It’s
where I’ve remained, while my unborn baby has grown, expanding my stomach to a sizable bump.
The door to the perfume store chimes to alert the arrival of customers. I turn to face them, but the smile
on my lips falters as a sharp pain bursts forth from my body. I stumble, eyes shooting down as warm
liquid dribbles down my leg. I suddenly realize that my waters broken, I’m about to give birth!