Filed to story: Pregnant By The Heartless Lycan King
Perhaps I made was wrong. I was convinced that I could replicate the perfume from the special collection or at least create something similar, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t get it right.
One of the glass shards from the explosion cut my palm, and I wince at the stinging pain. With a sigh, I start to clean up a bit, pushing past the crushing disappointment. I’m determined to try just one more time.
Once again, I extract the oils from the selected plants and add the solvent. When I carefully bring the fluids to a boil, I can’t help but panic slightly at the sight of little black bubbles appearing. I rush to stir the elixir, desperate to prevent the chemicals from reacting badly again.
In my haste, a drop of b***d slips from the wound on my hand, spilling into the boiling liquid. Frustrated, I remove the beaker from the flame, ready to give up. But then, much to my surprise, the black bubbles dissipate, and the mixture settles, revealing a golden honey-colored elixir. I gasp in delight as the scent of sweet spices fills the air.
Due to the missing ingredient, I had to replace, the effects might be slightly weaker, and the smell is somewhat different from the one in the showroom. But I did it! I created an extraordinary perfume! I stare in amazement at the wonderful little healing potion, quickly pouring it into a tiny bottle and savoring the elegant and earthy smell.
I can’t help but wonder what finally stabilized the fluids, and my eyes widen in shock as I look at my hand, my gaze fixed on the small, scarlet trickle of b***d.
Marco and I enter the banquet hall arm in arm for the Autumn Equinox Banquet. The gown he’s gotten me for the occasion is not yellow or orange like the leaves of the season, but rather a rich metallic gold the color of sunlight. The silky fabric is so magnificent that it needs no gaudy ruffles, no bows, or frilly accessories to accentuate its beauty. Its simplicity is elegant and regal, with short, swooping sleeves that droop off my shoulders. The silky fabric hangs around my curves to accentuate my figure, flowing with my movements as we walk through the banquet hall. It matches the delicate chain of my ruby necklace and the golden wedding ring I’ve become so accustomed to wearing.
Marco’s eyes trail over my silhouette approvingly, and I feel my cheeks flush under his brazen gaze. Before I can thank him for the dress, he excuses himself with a polite nod, explaining that he needs to go speak to some of the other guests.
A few minutes pass before Marco’s sister spots me, and she approaches me like a vulture descending on its prey. Her own dress is short and black, and I flinch at the rage in her eyes as she realizes that it pales in comparison to mine.
“Well, look who it is,” she says mockingly. “How ironic is this? The gold dragger is dressed in gold!”
I bow my head slightly, remembering my place, and Cathy takes a long sip from the c0cktail in her hand before speaking again.
“I suppose it makes sense that my brother’s little trophy wife would look like a shiny statue. He never should have married you; we all know you don’t deserve him.”
She coughs slightly, taking another gulp from her drink.
“Ahem,” she clears her throat. “I don’t know why he even brought you here tonight, nobody wants-“
She stops mid-sentence, unable to finish. Whatever insult she was going to throw at me fades from her l!ps as her expression contorts in pain. I gasp in horror as the princess staggers backward and collapses on the ground, unconscious at my feet.
Tanya’s POV
I feel everyone’s eyes turn on me as I stumble back slightly in surprise. I barely have time to process what’s happening before Ayana appears at the edge of the crowd. She shoves her way past me, almost knocking me off my feet as she rushes to Cathy.
“Cathy? Cathy, wake up!” she cries, shaking the princess violently by the shoulders in an attempt to rise her, her voice drawing even more attention to the scene.
“Somebody gets help!” Ayana shrieks at the top of her lungs, but despite all her yelling, Cathy remains unconscious.
Suddenly, I see Ayana’s expression twist from melodramatic exaggeration to genuine fear as she holds her hand by Cathy’s face. I’m filled with horror as I realize she’s trying to feel Cathy’s breath, and a sickening sort of understanding washes over me as I see that Cathy isn’t moving at all.
“What- what happened? Is she… is she okay?” I ask, my voice shaky with concern.
Ayana’s attention whirls furiously towards me.
“No! She is NOT okay!” she yells as if it were somehow my fault. “Cathy is not breathing! Tanya has killed the princess!”
What? No! How can she say that? I would never! My mouth drops open in shock as the crowd gathers around me.
“Arrest her!”
Someone grabs me by the elbow, yanking me back. I’m seized by panic as a man tries to drag me away, ready to throw me to the palace guards.
A kind-faced young man emerges, and I recognize him from the auction. He’s a friend of Marco’s.
“Let her go; Tanya is married to the second prince. She would never harm Cathy.”
Everything is happening so quickly, and I can barely understand what’s going on. The hand grabbing my arm stiffens as another voice cuts through the commotion, cold and commanding.
“Who dares lay a hand on my wife?”
The crowd parts as Marco storms towards me, and the angry guests that were trying to throw me out release me immediately, backing away from Marco with fear. I’m filled with relief at the sight of him, his presence giving me a much-needed sense of security.
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