Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 25

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 25 Fever

Tanya’s POV:

I’m hot and cold all at once, the fever wracking through my body. The chill of the pond from that night seems to have seeped into my bones, making me shiver even a sweat clings to my skin. My hand rests on my stomach as guilt courses through me, stronger and sharper than any discomfort from the fever.

If I were the only one sick, I wouldn’t mind. But at that moment, when I jumped in after the earrings, I forgot that I’m not just making choices for myself anymore. There’s a child growing in me that will suffer the consequences of my mistakes. I berate myself for not having thought of that when I recklessly threw myself into the water. If this baby suffers because I made myself ill, I’ll never forgive myself.

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What kind of mother will I be?

Something shifts on the best beside me, and I wince at the stiffness in my joints. My eyelids are heavy with fatigue, and everything seems blurry and far away like I can’t tell whether I’m awake or dreaming.

Suddenly someone’s lying beside me, gently adjusting me to rest against his embrace. His arms wrap around me, and in spite of the burning fever, I welcome the warmth. Wrapped up in him, everything is less painful. A hand rests on top of mine, fingers delicately entwining with my own.

“It’s going to be okay,” says a deep but caring voice.

Marco.

I must be dreaming after all, or perhaps the fever is making me imagine things. I’m so groggy, I can barely tell.

incoherent. The baby deserves

the voice shushes

stroke the skin on my abdomen, guiding

The baby is going

me into a comfortable daze, and I feel myself relax against him. After a while, the voice cuts through

to

feeling too nauseous. There’s a soft chuckle in response to my

flower. You need

was little….” I mumble. “When I was little, my aunt would make

They realized I was defective, broken. But the memory of those sunny afternoons with my aunt still fills me with joy. She would let me help with the sandwiches while she made the soup from scratch. Once it

It tasted like comfort,”

I stretch slightly, trying to focus. The bed is empty, but there’s a variety of loud noises coming from the kitchen. There’s metal clashing, sizzling, and the

passes while I lay there, drifting in and out of sleep. At some point, the

with a wooden tray full of food. His blonde curls are a shaggy mess like he’s

sandwich. Besides it, there’s a bowl full of what appears to be

on. Eat,” Marco commands, as

the sandwich into the soup and take a bite. It tastes… not quite like my aunt’s. The grilled cheese is slightly burnt, and the

smile when I see drops of food that were spilled onto the

did you get this?”

from me, and I frown at the little burn marks on his

see a Lycan prince show up at her home, but

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