Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 75
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 75 Peyton Drank The Poison By Herself
Tanya’s POV:
Upon exiting Peyton’s old room, I realize that the entire pce is in chaos. Everyone is panicking over
the princess’s physical state. Maids are rushing about with w*et towels and water, nobles are alerting
the neighboring royal families. Butlers are heading off to call the known doctors. I can see that
everyone dearly cares for the princess. As do I. But my job is much different to theirs.
I hurry into one of the empty rooms, closing the door to shut out the cluster of apprehension that whiz
about outside. I scr*a*p*e away items off one of the tables and pull out the box, emptying the torn
pieces of paper onto the workspace.
Title of the document
Step by step, piece by piece, like a child’s puzzle set, I connect the pages, reconnecting torn words and
linking the shredded pieces. Soon I have rea*s*sembled the entire page. Satisfied, I read through it
carefully, my eyes growing wider as they trail down the page.
Shock, surprise, and dread ignite in my system. I know that I have to find Isabe immediately. I find
her also bustling about amongst the chaos. “Whatever it is that you’re doing, you need to stop. This is
important. This could save her,” I establish with a firm tone, leaving little room for Isabe to question
me or protest.
As we walk back to the room I borate on the way. “I initially thought the Princess had been poisoned
instead of just being ill. I still do. But now… I really believe that she’s been poisoning herself rather than
being poisoned by someone else.”
Isabe looks at me with utter disbelief. “How could you say that? My sister would never do such a
thing!” she says incredulously.
“Then look at this,” I don’t need to justify myself, instead I simply point to the paper which Isabe starts
to read. By the end, she gasps. “Oh God.”
“Now look at this,” I take out Margret’s notebook, and show her the flower pattern that I have seen on
the back of Peyton’s neck.
Her eyes grow wide, and the Princess whirls around. She unlocks one of the secured cupboards and
begins rummaging through it haphazardly. Almost as if she isn’t wanting to find whatever she’s looking
for. Finally, she unveils arge bottle, and her face drops open upon seeing that it’s empty. She
stumbles backward in utter shock.
“This was a bottle filled with poison, a rare poison that was identally owned by our kingdom. Peyton
stole it, and now…. It’s empty…”
I have no time tofort Isabe, I tell her that I must make the perfume immediately. I rush off in
haste, heading for the old doctor’s house. But on my way, I suddenly notice arge group of people
gathering by the roadside. Seeing it as they are on my way, I approach the group to simply see what is
going on. But upon looking over some of the shoulders, I realize they’re crowded around a young little
girl. And then my eyes widen, it is the old doctor’s granddaughter!
No matter the urgency of Peyton’s illness, I can’t continue on without at least seeing if I can help. I push
past the people. Some of them are calling the emergency services, whilst others try and get a hold of
the old doctor. I kneel down beside the young child.
She is cold to the touch, and terribly pale. Her silk blonde waves of hair cradle her sickly childish face. I
check her pulse and lower my ear to her mouth. I sigh in relief, she is at least still breathing, but she is
obviously unconscious. And then I realize I have seen all these symptoms before.
Although it was more than five years ago now, I still remember when Cathy copsed at the pce ball
from an allergic reaction. And just like Cathy, the doctor’s granddaughter is in aa like state induced
from the allergic reaction.
I hastily undo the satchel at my waist, and unveil my anti-allergy perfume, going ahead to spray it
swiftly over the little girl.
Then, I’m left to sit and wait in apprehension, while listening to the chatter from the surrounding people.
Some are confused over my actions, while others disapprove saying that perfumes with special
functions are no match for actual medicine. But I ignore all of them, none of them matter right now. And
eventually, the girl coughs her way back to life, eyes blinking widely as people around us gasp and
cheer in utter relief.
Minutester, the old doctor arrives, his eyes growing wide in realization that his granddaughter is alive
and well again. And the surrounding wolves exin to him what I have done. He looks to me, with
firmness. “Thank you, Tanya. You truly did save her life. You’ve proven that your perfume abilities can
be trusted, I will give you the ingredient you need to save Princess Peyton.”
My chest heaves a sigh of relief as the doctor unveils the flower I need, wrapping it carefully in a white
cloth before handing it to me. I rush back to one of the rooms in the pce where I’m given the tools to
make my perfume.
I get to work right away. However, I can’t help the initial fear that sits in my stomach. Unlike the past
few times when I’ve had to urgently make a perfume, this time, I even have no room for error. I can’t
waste the main ingredient that I have very little of, and I also don’t have time on my side. Peyton’s
situation is critical, and if I don’t get her the cure in time, all will be lost.
I pull my hair up and tie it in a ponytail, and roll up my sleeves, as my brows narrow in eager
concentration. I begin the usual, cutting up each of the raw solid ingredients, and grinding them into
fine powder. And I distill the liquid ingredients, so they are in their purest forms.
I begin the process of boiling the base solution before I begin adding the ingredients, all throughout I
notice a slight shift to my inherent talent. There is somehow a difference this time about the way I was
able to craft. Something new, something strange and invigorating with the way I was working.
The same can be said with the way I can articte the words in Margret’s notebook. Before it would
take me ages to understand the wordings and techniques she used. But now, it feels like her journaled
words are flowing off the page, through my soul and into my hands that work away.
I’m in utter awe as everything makes sense to me. I’m never confused over a certain step, I never find
myself doubting a certain sentence, I never even hesitate with my actions. My movements are simple
and rhythmic. I can’t help but wonder on the how’s and why’s. But I know I don’t have time for that. I
don’t have time to think about anything else other than creating this perfume.
Finally, on my first try, the solution swirls in perfect rity. And without hesitation, I pour into a bottle
and rush off to the Princess’s hospital ward.
I see the familiar faces of Isabe, Marco, Caspian, Peyton’s fated mate, the old doctor and even
Peyton’s maid. I don’t even bother to exin my actions as I begin spritzing my perfume over Peyton’s
sleeping body. After I douse her form, I stand waiting in apprehension, praying that I am not toote.
Of course, as we expected, since the perfume is a poison in itself, her body reacts negatively to the
infiltration of the foreign vapor. Additionally, Peyton’s body is already very weak, and after using the
perfume on her, she begins to look even worse. And the medical monitors attached to her body begin
to scream loudly, alerting to something being wrong.
Something then dawns on me. Peyton had purposely poisoned herself. The only reason she has lived
this long is because of her sister, which means that Peyton never really wanted to live in the first ce.
This is a means to an end, and subconsciously, Peyton isn’t going to fight for her life. And in turn, her
body is giving up on her.
Despite the horrible nature of the tactic I have in mind, I know it’d be the only way to stimte Peyton’s
desire to fight for her life. I quietly approach her bedside, kneeling down to whisper into her ear.
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“Your father is waiting for you here Peyton. I can bring him to you. I can let you see him once more.”
Although Peyton is originally unconscious, I recognize that something stirs within her, her once lifeless
face
has a slight fluctuation, and I turn to see the slow but evident twitch other fingers.