Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 71
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 71 Kiss
Tanya’s POV:
Through the conversations between the princess and Caspian as we walk around her garden, Ie
to find out that although she’s a princess, she does basically run the kingdom. Her father was the
former Alpha, but due to old age and a myocardial infarction, he passed away a year ago.
Marco mentions to me that the former Alpha was well liked by many, both by the royals and the
residents of the kingdom. He was a noble man, majestic in nature, with a charismatic re. He was the
reason the Fauna kingdom’s economy thrived and had an abundance of connections.
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And now I can see that same trait in Isabe. She is highly intelligent, and well capable of holding her
own in a conversation. She has her father’s charming mannerisms. But what Marco also discloses to
me quietly, was that the King had died on the day of the younger sister’s wedding. Peyton was getting
married to her fated mate. However, thirty minutes before the ceremony was set to begin, the King
copsed and could not be revived.
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Isabe does mention that Peyton and the King were very close. And after his death, Peyton grew
increasingly ill. Many doctors attempted to solve her mystery illness, but none were sessful. And
none of the treatments they suggested were working. Additionally, she had no symptoms other than
weakness, and so a diagnosis couldn’t be given, and hence the right method of treatment couldn’t be
established. All they could do was provide her with medication that eased the pain of her illness.
Eventually, Isabe invites us to meet her sister and takes us to her room. And while all other aspects
of my wolfish abilities are particrly weak, my sense of smell never fails me. As I step into the room,
the scent of decay hits my nose.
My nostrils re, and the bridge of my nose wrinkles as the smell hits me. I can smell the infection,
notes of mold and mildewpounded on top of one another to strengthen the scent of disease. It
reminds me of how Mr. Barlow smelt before his passing. The infection isn’t of the same sort, but
something simr tickles beneath my nostrils. The smell of death. She is indeed dying…
My eyes are somber as they rest upon the princess. It’s almost darklyical of how small she looks
beneath the ma*s*s of nkets and pillows that surround her dainty figure. The brightness of her
pinkish and cream colored room, contrasts with the dim paleness of her skin that has a greenish hue. I
take the initiative to walk up to her, watching her weakly smile in my direction as I approach.
“Hello Princess Peyton, I’m Tanya.”
There’s clear curiosity in her eyes. I’m not some famous doctor, nor am I a well-known royal. And I can
tell she is searching my gaze for some form of familiarity. Nevertheless, she still offers me a warm
smile. “Hello Tanya, nice to meet you.”
She tries to sit up, but I can tell she is struggling too. Her eyelids look like they weigh a ton as she’s
slow in her movements. I quickly touch her arm to stop her. “Please, it’s prettyte. I’ll leave you to
rest. I’lle to see you in the morning?”
She chuckles sadly. “That might be a good idea. I’m feeling rather sleepy,” I nod my head in
understanding, and in response sheys back down, resting her head against the pillow, and her eyes
somehow instinctually shut, as if simply talking is enough to justify rest.
My eyes cascade down the parts of her body I can see, noticing how other than her paleness, there are
no other physical symptoms, no other visible signs. No rash markings, or redness in her eyes. She just
appears frail and weak, which is very odd indeed.
But as promised, I let princess Peyton sleep, and the rest of us shuffle out of her chambers. However,
Caspian doesn’t follow me and Marco to our quarters. I realize Isabe has discreetly called him over.
“Caspian, may I speak with you for a moment? Alone.”
Up until now, I have noticed the strange atmosphere between them. Where Isabe is increasingly
trying to find ways to talk to Caspian. And despite knowing it is wrong of me to spy, I couldn’t help but
be immensely curious and want to find out what is going on.
Marco doesn’t initially notice as I hang back. I round a corner and press myself against the wall,
peering over its edge to listen in. Isabe speaks first rather softly, her tone cradling disbelief. “You felt
it?”
“Course I felt it,” says Caspian, his hand rubbing at the nape of his neck as if trying to ease the tension
in his back. “We’re fated mates. Aren’t we?”
“Yes…” I can almost feel the smile in Isabe’s voice.
My mouth drops in utter surprise. No wonder Caspian has been acting so strange and restrained earlier
on during dinner. They must’ve felt it from the moment they locked eyes.
“What are you doing?”
The voice is neither Caspian’s nor Isabe’s. I jolt with a gasp as Marco appears to stand behind me,
and inventively also draws the attention of the fated mates. I swirl round in a hurry, my hand rushing
upwards to sp around Marco’s mouth to stop him from saying anything else.
My heart hammers furiously against my chest, since it would ultimately be tremendously
embarra*s*sing if I am to be discovered eavesdropping on a conversation I haven’t been a part of. My
eyes flit desperately to our surroundings as I hear the two edging closer to our location. His mouth is
still pressed against by my fingertips, I feel his lips twist upwards into a smile. And I look at him slightly
confused.
But before I can react, Marco grabs my hand, and pulls me through double doors not away from us that
lead out onto a balcony. He then wraps an arm round my waist and with agile speed he hauls us over
the railing into a crevice of the outside walls. We’re basically standing on a ledge, with a ma*s*sive
drop below us. Because of both logic and fear my arms wrap round Marco fiercely.
I’m clinging to his body, and his hand is ced just by my waist to cup me against him. My head lifts
up, staring into his eyes as we breathe the same air. Although my breath is mostly caught in my throat
as I look into his dashing blue gaze. There’splete silence between us. I don’t know I feel awkward
or at ease, but I have little time to think on it.
I hear Caspian and Isabe make their way out onto the balcony, both expressing confusion to the
noise that they heard, and why the doors are open. Nevertheless, they fail to see us, and leave to
continue having their conversation elsewhere.
Marco quietly shifts us, so we edge back to the railing. He helps me over first before climbing back onto
the tform. I breathe a sigh of relief, still unable to find the words to speak to Marco directly after
having stood so close to him on the ledge.
Although, my thoughts about Marco are disturbed, as a flicker of light catches my attention. The
balcony is situated in parallel to a window. The curtains aren’t drawn as the light in the room illuminates
the individual. I then recognize the woman to be Peyton. And I watch in confusion as she empties a vial
into the bin. I recall the vial contained a tonic Isabe had given her sister to soothe her illness. Hence
my utter confusion as I watch Peyton empty the contents.
With little to no conversation during the walk back, Marco and I head back to the residence that has
been provided to us by Princess Isabe. Obviously, we are ying the role of a happy couple, and we
are technically married. So naturally Isabe gave us a house where we could stay together. And
despite my love for Marco, it feelspletely wrong to sleep beside him when I know he wants nothing
to do with me.
It hurts. Deeply. But I still don’t want to make this anymore ufortable than it already was. As we
step into the house, I turn to face him. “I’ll make this easier for the both of us. Since I know we’re only
married by contract. I’ll sleep in the smaller room, and you sleep in the bigger room. And let’s just leave
it at that,” I say, trying to not appear as awkward as I feel, before taking my luggage and disappearing
into the room I designated for myself.
Marco’s POV:
The clock by my bedside tells me it is midnight, and I still haven’t found the ability to fall asleep. Tanya’s
words are ying through my mind over and over again. Deciding that a ss of water would probably
help, I step out of my room and into the kitchen.
It’s only a couple of minutester that I notice Tanya’s door suddenly open, and she steps out looking
somewhat dazed. Despite my puzzlement, I intend to ask what she is up to, so I move quickly, blocking
her path.
But before I can even say a word, Tanya steps towards me. She strains onto her tip toes and cups my
face in her hands suddenly. And without warning, pressing her lips against mine in a deep, passionate
kiss. I stiffen in utter surprise.