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.

The baby deserves a better mother than

voice

on my abdomen, guiding my own hand and

is going to

a comfortable daze, and I feel myself relax against him. After

have to

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

You need to

too tired and feverish to think straight. “When I was little….” I mumble. “When I was little, my aunt would make grilled cheese sandwiches with

been years since she’d prepared for me. I stopped being worthy of my family’s time and affection when they realized I didn’t manifest a wolf. 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

tasted like… It tasted like comfort,” I whisper before dozing

a variety of loud noises coming from the kitchen. There’s metal clashing, sizzling, and the sound of Marco

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

with a wooden tray full of food. His blonde curls are a shaggy mess like he’s been running his hands through his hair in frustration, and sweat coats his handsome

a bowl full of what appears to be homemade tomato soup. Under the bowl, itself is a crumpled and stained piece of paper, and it takes a

commands, as if I

soup and take a bite. It tastes… not quite like my aunt’s. The grilled cheese

of paper, holding back a smile when I see drops of food that were spilled onto the

did you get this?” I

I frown at the little burn marks on his

to see a Lycan prince show up at her home, but she insisted that she

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