Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 70


    Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown


    Chapter 70 Save The Blue Moon Tree


    Tanya’s POV:


    Surprise and astonishment cross my face as I stare down at the document in utter confusion. Why


    would he want to marry me again if he was so upset with me? I look at him curiously. “But why?”


    I watch the prince cough, somewhat trying to per long the answer to my expression, as he wipes his


    face clean of all emotional response. A cold, blunt tone implies he does not feel anything towards me.


    “Don’t think much of it,” he says. “I don’t love you. Love doesn’t coexist between us from now on since I


    cannot forgive you.”


    Title of the document


    Marco talks about love like it’s a logical expression, a switch that can be turned off and on with a quick


    flick of the wrist. He then exins. “If I don’t act quickly, the Blue Moon Tree is facing possible


    destruction but putting a dam in its ce due to the Blue Moon Pack’s poor economy. Yes, Eric has


    made the proposal again, and there’s only half a month left before the deadline. So, I’vee up with


    a solution. Princess Isabe of the neighboring kingdom, known as the Fauna Kingdom, has a younger


    sister, Princess Peyton, whose been very sick for a long time.”


    I remain silent as he continues to exin. “Isabe has been seeking doctors from far and wide, but


    Peyton still has yet to be cured from her illness. So, Princess Isabe has issued a royal decree.


    Anyone who is able to cure her sister will be granted a reward of their choice.


    Whatever they desire…. The Blue Moon Pack has an abundance of good natural raw materials, they


    justck themunication channels and stable buyers from beyond the pack in order to generate


    profit. And so, this is where youe in.”


    Marco appears methodical in his thought process, like he’s really nned this out well, down to the


    details. He goes on to say. “If you can cure princess Peyton’s disease, then Isabe will be willing to


    connect the Blue Moon Pack to good buyers and may even provide the initial funding, giving the pack a


    long-term source of economic growth, solving the problem and in turn protecting the Blue Moon Tree.”


    Now this all seems to make sense, except the part of which he wants me to be his wife, to which I ask.


    “But what does us being married have to do with this?” he raises a hand, signaling me to stop, as if


    saying he is about to get to that point.


    “You aren’t a doctor, so I need a reason to introduce you to the princess. Plus, you need to make a


    good first impression on her before she allows you anywhere near her sister. Isabe is a woman


    whose highly devoted to her family, and particrly allured by love and loyalty. She has a fondness


    towards happy couples, and so I want you to marry temporarily to use that to our advantage.”


    I blink at him; somewhat stunned at how strange the idea is. Yet it does somehow make sense. “I know


    you care about the Blue Moon Tree Tanya, and so do I. We have the same goal, and this contract is


    simply a method towards achieving it. It’s as simple as that. Nothing about love. So please don’t take


    too long considering this. Make your decision now, we need to do this as soon as possible.


    “And ire?” I say in a hesitant whisper.


    “I brought ire back to register her under my name. Oliver will sort through the relevant procedures


    so she can be recognized as my daughter. But for the time being, whilst we’re away at the neighboring


    kingdom, she’ll stay safe and be taken care of by Oliver and Cathy.”


    It doesn’t take me long to decide what I am going to do. I sign the contract and say goodbye to ire


    before we head off early the next morning to the Fauna Kingdom. Marco invites Caspian, the Alpha of


    the Blue Moon Pack, toe along as well.


    We arrive by dusk, the sky a mellow pink as the sun begins to set behind the castle. The pce is


    magnificent, not as grand as the capital pce, but stillrge and spacious. Its thematic colors are of a


    sage green and a mauve pink as the g waves at us from high up above, a deer with antlers painted


    in gold as the symbol.


    Marco has already told Princess Isabe that we wereing, and she eagerly meets us at the


    entrance, before ushering us inside to join her for dinner. The dining room takes on a rustic


    appearance, with a wooden table and wooden chairs that have patterns carved into their wood pieces.


    A green silk cloth rest upon the table, as food galoreys atop.


    The dinner first starts with formalities, with Marco introducing himself, Caspian, and me. The two royals


    talk politics for a bit and how each of their families are doing as well as the economy of the differing


    kingdoms. But I watch that throughout this conversation Isabe’s eyes consistently drift to Caspian.


    Curiosity sparking beneath her gaze, as he too sneaks small looks in her direction.


    “So um, you’re the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack?” she finally addresses Caspian directly. With the


    attention on him, he immediately straightens his posture.


    “Yes, I’m Caspian.”


    The princess giggles yfully. “I already know your name silly?” her giggling continues, and I watch as


    Caspian remains stiff in his posture, which is very uncharacteristic of his more rxed and animated


    nature. ?


    “I’ve always been so fascinated by the Blue Moon Tree. Do you have to tend to it often to keep it


    healthy?”


    I see Caspian’s eyes light up with excitement, not many people outside of the Mador Kingdom show


    interest in the Blue Moon Tree. His chest puffs out slightly in growing pride. “Actually, the tree barely


    needs any maintenance, the forest of our pack flourish so well, our soil is fresh and untampered with


    chemicals. And we ever rarely experience drought. The tree thrives in our sanctuary.”


    Isabe smiles broadly. “Wow! That’s brilliant! I’ve never met an Alpha so well versed with the


    necessities of nature. Usually, others are interested in politics or the economy and other trades. I think


    it’s wonderful you care so much about the forest.”


    Caspian’s pride grows by the second as she continues. “Have you seen my garden? I love tending to it.


    I’d be happy to show you around tomorrow morning!”


    “Of course!” Then he finally seems to realize that the cordial conversation between him and Isabe


    has made him forget his initial restraint. He coughs and reverts back to his initial formality. “I mean, yes


    I’d love to see your garden princess.”


    “Please, call me Isabe.”


    I’m almost in awe of the ease of conversation between the princess and Caspian, that I forget why I’m


    here in the first ce. I need to show her that I am truly in love with Marco and we’re a happy couple.


    Although when Iter look back at my performance on this day, I realize I have gone overboard with my


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    “Marco….” I purr, turning to him as I flutter my eyelids obnoxiously in his direction. My arms go to link


    itself round his, tugging him closer. “You’re not looking at those other girls, sweetie?”


    I feel his body stiffen momentarily, confusion crossing his face as I continue. “I’m the only girl that


    matters to you, aren’t I? Aren’t I baby?”


    “Ye-yes.”


    As Marco clearly tries toprehend what’s going on, I turn to my meal, making weak whiny noises as


    I pretend to struggle with cutting the b of steak on my te. “Marco…” I drawl out again. “Honey… I


    need you to cut this for me. I don’t have the strength.” n


    I pout my lip at him, again shing myshes in his direction. And once again I’m met with a curious


    nce. “Pretty please.” I add.


    To which even now Caspian snaps his head in my direction, bewildered by my actions that appear from


    usual. Both men knew me to be soft spoken and reserved, conservative in my affections towards those


    I cared about. I’d never be so brash about it in front of others, and yet here I am, doing so because I


    have to.


    I see recognition spark behind Marco’s eyes, as he finally realizes what I’ve been attempting to do. And


    an unannounced chuckle eventually disperses from his lips.


    “Course,” he takes his knife and fork and begins cutting away at my steak, before dipping a piece in the


    sauce and lifting it up to my mouth.


    I try not to hesitate, opening my mouth as he feeds me the piece of food. He’s smiling, almost humored


    by my predicament. And I can’t help but smile back, giggling pretentiously.


    Isabe loudly clears her throat. And both our heads snap in her direction. “I understand you both are


    very much in love,” she says. “But I’d rather not be drowning in the dramatics if that’s alright?”


    She’s not trying to be rude, but I can tell she’s somehow bored of our disy, which confuses me. I


    duck my head sheepishly as I say. “I’m sorry. It’s just that. I heard you were very fond of couples that


    disy a lot of affection. That you like marriages that are full of devotion?”


    Isabe blinks, and then blinks again, a puzzled look cascading across her features that surprises me,


    as well as feeling Marco stiffen beside me. “Where on earth did you hear that?”


    I look surprised, mirroring her confusion as I stutter, trying to formte a response, when Marco


    suddenly rises from his chair. “Oh, why don’t we all go see the garden now!” abruptly ending our


    conversation.