Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 86


    Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown


    Chapter 86 Tanya is Drunk


    Eric’s POV:


    As a child, I was always told I couldn’t control everything, that life would happen to us, and we had to


    learn to react and adapt to the circumstances. But rather than taking that advice, I rebelled against it. I


    grew up a man who does everything in his power to control everything and anything, ensure nothing


    surprised me, that I always have the upper hand.


    And while this trait has served me well all my life, at this very moment I’m at a loss. I stare into the eyes


    of my father with astonishment, unable to disguise my shock. My gaze flickers to the left,nding on


    Tanya. Oh, sweet little Tanya. If only she was the weak and feeble omega that she once appeared to


    be, hiding in Marco’s shadow. Now she stands proud beside the King, a fierceness in her eyes that only


    heightens her beauty.


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    Seeing her draws me back to the day Ist visited my father at the hospital. My suspicions of the


    opened window were in fact correct. If only I had listened to my gut, if only I had taken a moment to pay


    closer attention to the faint wolfish scent that had caught my attention. I wascent, so fixated on


    Lily’s escape and setting in motions the ns to eliminate Marco I had forgotten about dear little Tanya.


    I should’ve k*il*led my father when I had the chance.


    But I can fix my mistakes in due time. I would never let this happen again. Never again shall I be


    caught off


    guard. No, I will get my crown and my kingdom and all the power I desire, but fate has decided that


    today is not the day. If I am captured, everything I have worked tirelessly for will be lost. And I, do not


    lose. I must leave the maid behind. Mother would understand, I can do little to save her. I must save


    myself, for I am the future. Once I make my return, I’ll be able to ensure her safety. But I can’t from


    behind bars.


    “Distract them.”


    I say to my subordinates as I look up at the top of the surrounding buildings. The wolves ignite into


    fierce brawls as I stand at the centre, my body morphing and shifting as I transform into my Lycan half.


    I rise above them with my height, and before anyone can get close, I leap up,unching myself on top


    of one of the buildings before galloping on all fours to find Lily and Dorian.


    Tanya’s POV:


    Despite Eric’s escape, the Kingdom of Mador is filled with joy and excitement at the King’s return. He’s


    sent out his soldiers to chase down Eric. The Queen has also been ced on temporary house arrest


    till her trial concerning Marco’s mother’s death. Of course, as the Queen she’s not put directly in a jail


    cell, but rather restricted to the confines for her chambers.


    To celebrate the awakening of the Lycan King, a huge banquet is held in the pce, attended by many


    royals and nobles. At the banquet, Joseph announces that Marco is the heir of the Lycan King, and


    everyone apuds and cheers.


    After this, the banquet begins. The atmosphere is full of tion and excitement, pretty dresses


    glistening under


    the half-moon’s light, whilst fire performers dance across the stage entertaining the crowd. Right now, I


    stand beside my mother Vivian as she introduces me to many nobles, royals, and good friends of hers,


    introducing me as her real daughter which makes me ever so proud.


    She even goes forth to say that I’m the administrator of Eau de Lune Parfumerie.


    I look at Vivian with immense surprise. “But- are you sure?” I say to her.


    She nods with a broad warm smile. “Of course, I’m sure. You are the true heir to my family business,


    and you’ve inherited such outstanding talent for perfumery. I could choose no one better. You deserve


    this.”


    I’m touched by her words, and smile, giving her a loving hug as I’m left in awe.


    Marco’s POV:


    As the banquet goes on, I notice with each passing hour Tanya is offered a new ss of wine, either


    from the waiters or from a passing noble showing good faith. Obviously, I don’t stop her, she’s having a


    wonderful time, and she never really got to enjoy herself. So, I remain quiet, only idling, watching from


    a distance.


    But by the eighth ss, it’s Vivian who walks up to me. She too appears a tad bit tipsy but gives me a


    smile. “I think maybe it’s time you take Tanya home,” she says with a chuckle. I mirror her smile and


    nod my head in understanding before I walk over to my wife.


    She’s sitting very still, dazing off into the distance, I try and hide my amusement, but I can’t help but


    find her circumstance bothical and adorable. “Come on sweetheart, it’s time to go home.”


    She gives me an absentminded nod before rising to her feet as we start walking back to the house. To


    begin with, she’s very quiet, and the only thing that eludes to her drunk state is that she walks in


    diagonal lines. She swings back and forth across the road, obviously unbnced, and every now and


    again I worry she’s about to fall.


    But otherwise, she seems okay. That’s until. There’s a sudden and unnatural shift in her quiet


    demeanour. She bes talkative, rambling about this thing and that with no cohesive structure. Her


    att*itude bes overly cheery and yful, flirting with me in ways that Tanya isn’t really known for.


    And whilst I find the whole ordeal amusing, I do wonder how much she truly had to drink.


    Course, that matters little as Tanya suddenly bolts off. The action is so sudden it takes me a moment to


    realize that she’s running from me, and I begin to sprint after her. I call out, but she weaves her way to


    through the streets with little concern before dashing into a shop.


    I realize it’s a candy store, I rush in, watching her like a needy child desperate for sugar grabbing at all


    the sweets her heart desires before bolting out again. “I am so sorry. Here, for your troubles,” I say


    sheepishly to the upset boss, paying him the equivalent of what Tanya took.


    I then head out again in a hurry, running after her as quickly as I can, concerned about what she might


    do next. Soon I find her by the side of the road, eyes sparkling with interest at a bright blue balloon held


    in the hand of a young child. And I’m horrified by what she does next.


    Tanya snatches the balloon from the child’s hand, and frolics about with an excited pep in her step. The


    child, unsurprisingly, proceeds to cry. Tears spring from his big round eyes as his mouth pouts in upset.


    I hurry over to the two.


    “Don’t cry child. I’m so sorry. Tanya!” she turns to look at me, appearing confused by my sterner tone.


    “Please give him back his balloon,” she looks at me with disappointment, almost astounded that I have


    asked her to return her source of fun.


    “But why?”


    “Because it’s his.” “But I want it.”


    “But it’s his balloon, you can’t take what’s not yours.”


    I feel like she is acting more like a child than the one standing at my feet. But eventually, with heavy


    reluctance she returns the balloon to the boy, and he hurries away from the both of us, obviously


    worried it may be stolen again.


    I shake my head in slight disbelief. “How can you steal a balloon from a child? Even if you’re drunk?”


    She pouts at me. “Well, I’m still a child too!”


    It takes me a moment to ponder her words, and I think about her behaviour over the past couple of


    minutes. Then something dawns on me. “Do you remember your name?”


    I prod her with this question, and as I suspect, it seems to stump her. She pauses for a moment, before


    replying. “Freya!” my facial response makes her pause again. “No … Tanya? Wait no! Freya! Oh, I


    don’t know! What does it matter?”


    I chuckle light-heartedly, before urging her to walk with me. I carry her on my back as I notice she’s


    growing tired. Eventually she falls asleep, but only for a little while, eventually I hear her faint voice


    coming near my ear.


    “I’m sorry for what I did to you five years ago… But I promise that I didn’t abandon you for the money. I


    had other reasons.”


    My eyes grow wide as she continues to speak. “But no matter the reason, I know I hurt you. And I’m


    very sorry that I did.”


    I realize it’s Tanya’s mind once again back in the driving seat of her mind and body. I want to know the


    truth. “So why did you leave me five years ago? Please tell me.” “I…” But before anything else can be


    said, we both hear a grumbling noise, evidentlying from her stomach. “I… I want to throw up.”


    We are so close to home, despite her protest, I tell her to hold it in. I rush us to the house and into the


    bathroom. She drops off my back and onto the floor of the bathroom and throws up all the wine she’s


    consumed into the toilet.


    Once she’s done, I help her clean off, rinsing her face and helping her brush her teeth, before I go to


    clean up the bathroom and flush the toilet. Finally, when I’m finished, I return to her, wanting to take her


    to bed. But before I can do or say anything, Tanya hazily opens her eyes, taking hold of my face in her


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