Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 57
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 57 Have We Met Before
Tanya’s POV:
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There is no time to waste on the hows and what-ifs. If I am going to get Mr. Barlow, his badge back and
keep Marco’s arm attached to the rest of his body, then I couldn’t waste any more time worrying. I have
to put my n into action and just hope for the best.
“Does anyone have a pen and paper?” I say with clear urgency in my voice.
Title of the document
“I do!” Mr. Barlow shouts, handing them over to me without question. I quickly jot down a list of
perfume-making equipment, ingredients, and raw materials that I know I’d need. With pen in hand, my
fingers rush over the page in a scribbly mess as I’m aware of time. When I’m done, I turn to the one
person who knows every item listed on the page, because he has been the one to set up my entire
perfumery room… back when…
Oh no…
I stammer, frozen in confliction as I’m about to hand Marco the paper. I try to hide my realization, and
sudden epiphany. That if Marco doesn’t remember our previous rtionship, he definitely wouldn’t
remember his gift to me for Valentine’s Day. Oh, how silly I feel, and how strange I must have looked,
turning to him, only to gape and with-draw my hand and paper so suddenly.
He’s confused of course by my hesitation, but suddenly takes the paper from my hands without
question, probably thinking I was just a little overwhelmed. “Is this what you need?” he asks, ignoring
my tant stammer.
“Yes, but.”
“I recognize all these things; Lily use to use them when she made perfumes. Give me the keys to your
shop,” he’s so focused and resolute about the matter of wanting to ensure I have the best possible
chance of seeding, but I continue to fumble with my words.
“Tanya, the keys,” he snaps my mind awake, and I finally regain some form of mobility. I toss him the
keys and watch still bbergasted as he rushes off to fetch what I need.
He takes no longer than five minutes to bring two ma*s*sive bags. With no nearby table, I settle down
on the gra*s*s bed beside the Blue Moon Tree and unload all the contents from the bags. Despite the
urgency of the situation, the atmosphere is light and calming, and I fall into my usual rhythm when
creating my perfumes.
My unorthodox activity within the area also starts to attract some people. And soon, a crowd forms to
watch me work. But I don’t mind the curious eyes, as I withdraw into a bubble of my ownfort while
doing what I love most.
I extract and ground up the necessary ingredients, from regr practice and also from experience from
thepet*ition, I know what ents work well with the Blue Moon Tree’s aura. And while Marco has
been getting my things, I have also taken the time to pick some flowers from the tree and now add that
to my mixture.
But what matters the most, is that I have chosen ingredients that are very aromatic, and strong in
scent. And as my perfume bes thicker and fuller, it soon seems that my predicated calctions
are correct. A moment after my solution starts to emit the desired smell, a butterfly flutters close by,
comfortably resting itself on one of my perfumery utensils.
I continue to work in silence, all while noticing the crowd growing louder and louder with their gasps of
admiration and wonderment. I finally look up, smiling to see thousands of butterflies of all different sizes
and colors hovering around me.
Some rest upon my work equipment, some found seating on my shoulders and head, while others p
their dainty wings to stay close to my perfume that oozed with a smell that I know is delectable to their
kind. It is a pretty site in fact, but I know the next step would only be more wonderful. Still conscious of
time, I only have a couple of minutes left. And whilst Raphael seems overly confident to begin with, he
now doesn’t look so sure as to whether I’d lose.
I’m done with my mixture and pour the perfume into a small spray bottle. The resting butterflies twitch
awake as I stand up. With excitement bubbling in my chest, I spritz them with a bit of the liquid, before
turning towards the tree. I spray quite a bit on its leaves and branches, and like moths to me, the
butterflies chase the scent in union.
Because I used the Blue Moon Flower in my perfume, there’s a natural glow that it emits, creating a
fluorescent light exactly like the Blue Moon Tree. Bycing the wings of all the butterflies with the
perfume, their insect bodies glow a soft hue. Sparkling in a dance of color as they gently p their
wings whilst perching on the branches and leaves of the tree.
I’m awed by the sight, and so is the crowd. I’m also just in time too. I’ve made the Blue Moon Tree
glow!
I now turn to Raphael, who is looking particrly miserable and heavily disappointed.
“I’ve done what you asked. I made the Blue Moon Tree glow within thirty minutes. So, I win. Now
please return the badge to Mr. Barlow as you promised.”
Not wanting to admit defeat, he tries to fire back a response. “No, that can’t count. You didn’t actually
make it glow. You used the butterflies, that doesn’t count!”
My brows furrow, unable to decide how to respond. But thankfully, my crowd of onlookers do it for me.
“She won fair and square!” one yells.
“Yeah! Look at the tree! It’s glowing! How can she not win?” another adds.
“You’re trying to cheat! That’s not right!”
And before long, the crowd is growing angrier and angrier at Raphael by the minute. And despite
Raphael’s domineering temperament, he couldn’t fight back against an entire crowd.
“Alright! Alright fine! Quite you’re yelling. Tanya wins!” he yells back in frustration, disgruntledly handing
me the badge. The crowd cheers in good spirits and I turn to hand the badge to Mr. Barlow, who smiles
at me warmly. 1 “Thanks kid. I honestly couldn’t have gotten that back without you. I owe you one,” he
says with a cheery att*itude.
Marco’s POV:
I barely utter a word to anyone, I’m silenced, awed by Tanya’s ability to craft perfume. Her movements
are fluid and graceful, and in these past days of knowing her, I’ve never seen her so confident in her
actions and mannerisms.
Her calm aura soothed me and left me at ease watching her work. I wouldn’t have had a problem
watching her work for hours, just because how rxed it made me feel. The sensation was strangely
nostalgic, and I just couldn’t put my finger on where I had felt like this before.
When she is finished, I bask in the glory that is the Blue Moon Tree. It was always beautiful to me, but
even more so than ever now with the thousands of butterflies that grace its leaves, dazzling with
brilliant light that glows alongside the setting sun.
But whilst I admire her work, a strange thought thrusts its way to the front of my mind. Tanya is beyond
talented in the art of perfumery. Better than anyone I’ve ever seen, even better than Lily I’ll admit. So
then why would she destroy Lily’s sense of smell?
It doesn’t make much sense. Tanya doesn’t need to do that, she is already better than Lily, it would just
get her into trouble. She’s already at a stature above everyone else in her industry, so why risk it all?
Did Lily lie to me? But why would she lie?
Just before I can consider the worrying prospect, the sun finally sets. The flowers on the Blue Moon
Tree finally bloom and release their magnificent glow that lightens the surrounding the greener
beautifully. It’s angelic to witness, and I’m once again in awe while recalling how this was the ce my
parents fell in love.
Just then, Tanya turns to me, her eyes shimmering with excitement, and I can’t help but mirror her glee.
It’s strange… the situation feels so familiar. The ce, the tree, her. I feel like I’ve been here before.
With her… But how…
Before I cane to a resolution, or ask Tanya, Mr. Barlow yells out in clear panic. “Wait! ire’s
missing! She’s gone! Where has she gone?”