Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 81
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 81 I Need To Steal The Ruby Neckless
Tanya’s POV:
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Eventually the weekend rolls around, and with ire off school and me off work, we decide to go visit
Vivian’s family for lunch. Marco suggested it actually, and I’m happy to oblige, since I always enjoy
Vivian and her son’spany.
We arrive and are escorted by the maids into the main sitting room. And whilst I have been to Vivian’s
home many times before, I went straight into her perfumery room to work with her. I have rarely seen
any other part of the house.
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The living room is gorgeous. The spacepliments Vivian’s personality so well, bright and covered in
soft spring colours. Ma*s*sive windows surround us, letting tons of light filter through to brighten the
space.
Whilst pastel purples and cream tones are the main thematic colours of the furniture and rugs. Funnily,
I don’t know if I can smell actualvender or it’s just my perception of the room that makes me feel like
we are surrounded by a field of wildvender flowers.
Nevertheless, I’m delighted by the room. And soon Vivian and her two sons Philip and Thomas enter
and greet us. And finally, Vivian’s husband Alexander, who I have never seen or met before enters the
room.
He’s a man of few words. He’s tall in frame with a trimmed beard and short sharply cut ck hair. And
he moves with purpose and swiftness. We learn that Vivian’s husband has been in charge of training
the soldiers of the royal army. He has to be away a lot to do his job, butes home periodically.
Lily is also at the house and joins us, but her presence doesn’t cause me too much difort since
everyone else is delighted to have us over. Vivian is ever so kind to us, and so very d we came to
see her. She serves us lunch that’s lovely and delicious, andter we sit back down in the sitting room
for afternoon tea.
Everyone is in love with my little ire, and they all interact with her fondly and with an abundance of
delight. All except for Alexander, Vivian’s husband, who appears a bit more withdrawn and quieter in
nature. He’s still very polite, but I can sense he’s not entirely use to having people over or interacting
with others on a more casual basis. As I can imagine working in the army, he’s f*orc*ed to put on a
tough exterior.
ire doesn’t seem to be too bothered by this however and appears unafraid of Alexander’s tough
disposition. And just like a cat who knows that someone isn’t a cat person, ire chooses to approach
the person not giving her as much attention as the rest. Her bright, wide curious eyes dawn him and
she shuffles over cautiously, before reaching up to touch his beard when he isn’t initially paying
attention.
Everyone stills. Silence befalls the group as Alexander goes rigid. I can tell everyone is worried, I am
particrly concerned that he’d take offense to ire’s childish actions. ire also appears decently
nervous as Alexander initially fails to smile. And so, she speaks out in a soft cautious tone.
“Grandpa has a beard, which is so handsome! I never have a beard,” her innocent eyes are filled with
admiration as she goes to touch her bare chin sadly.
Suddenly, Alexander breaks his stillness, and his lips crack into an amused smile. His guard drops and
his body rxes as he picks up my little girl into his arms, softly smiling at her.
“You’re a youngdy. You don’t need a beard,” he says with a deep chuckle. But ire still looks
immeasurable sad that she does not have Alexander’s impressive facial hair. Which he notices,
eventually, he takes her hand in his, and lifts it up to his beard. “But you can touch mine all you like.”
The happiness in her expression is a joy to see, and we all burst intoughter as she continues to
touch and run her hands through Alexander’s beard. Calming the nerves of the rest of us, as Alexander
appears to adore ire.
After this cute disy, I can’t help but let my gaze trickle over to Marco. And while earlier he seemed
comfortable and happy amongst everyone else, I notice a subtle shift in his expression. His eyes daze
off, and gloss over in thought, and I recognize that he must be receiving a mind link.
Whatever’s been said to him, immensely changes his facial expressions. I want to reach over and ask
what’s upset him so deeply. But before I know it. His face draws back into one of nonchnce, hiding
any and all of his feelings once more.
I don’t have the chance of speaking to him as he suddenly waves over one of the servants, taking out a
key that he hands to them. “I need you to retrieve my wax seal kit from my room in the pce. So, I
can seal letters when I’m working from home and I’m not in the pce,” he says with a strict and rigid
tone.
The servant bows his head in understanding, but just before he takes the key, Lily snatches it out of
Marco’s hand with a broad smile. “I can do it!” she says with an excessive amount of enthusiasm. “I’m
going there anyways; I can pick it up for you,” my brow raises in curiosity and slight difort. But it
isn’t my ce to question her.
And for some reason, Marco doesn’t refuse her request. He nonchntly hands her the key and she
whirls off in a strange sort of excitement and hurries to his room, i
Lily’s POV:
As I walk through the pce and towards Marco’s room, I can’t help my mind trickling back to the
chaos that I have endured over the past couple of days. No one knew or understood how panicked I
was when I realized that Tanya was no longer wearing her ruby ne. It trifled my inside with
nerves and unsettled me so deeply.
It was the only thing that was suppressing her inner wolf. Her body was now releasing her natural
canine scent like a normal werewolf, though it was still faint and soon… her wolf would reappear and
she’d be able to shift into her wolf form! And worst of all, Tanya would realize she’s an Alpha and not an
Omega and the true heir of the Montenero family.
This I can not allow. No. I must stop this from happening at all costs if I ever want to keep my life and
noble status. If anyone finds out the truth… I’d be ruined. 1
The anguish makes my hand unconsciously go to rub the diamonds round my neck as a coping
mechanism. I’ve always worn the ne, knowing that it’s in fact not what it actually appears to be.
It’s in fact a ruby ne, with diamond ting on the surface to hide the cluster of rubies underneath.
If one chose to look really closely, they’d see that the diamonds have a swirl of ck in their ting,
illuminating to the ck magic embedded in the ne that allows me to give off Tanya’s body scent,
making me appear and smell like an Alpha instead of the Omega that I truly am.
Growing my anxiety by the second, I finally reach the door to Marco’s room, I look to my surroundings
to confirm that no one is nearby. And when I feel like I’m truly alone, with the key in hand, I unlock the
room, and quietly step inside. Apprehension fills me to the brim, but I inhale a deep breath and start
looking for the ruby ne.
Although I try to return everything to as it was so not to alert anyone that I have been snooping. I can’t
help but be hasty in my movements. I tussle through his drawers. I wrench open his cupboards. I shove
aside clothes and belongings, and scour through folders.
When the ne doesn’t show itself in the obvious ces, I start looking at more discreet hiding
spots. In books, under objects, even in the flowerpots. I be evidently more desperate in my
search, pushing aside furniture to check underneath, and checking in shoes. Nothing but dust…
Of course, the harder part is trying to find a way to get Tanya to wear the ne again, but that won’t
happen until I find the damn thing.
I grow anxious by the minute, feeling nearly hopeless when I realize so much time has gone by and
someone will inevitablye looking for me. That’s until, I open a small box that’s nestled in the
darkest corner of his cupboard. And that’s when my eyes grow wide. I open the box, unveiling the
glistening crimson piece of jewellery.
I’ve got it!
But just before I’m about to celebrate, the door behind me clicks open, and a sense of dread sprouts
from deep within me.