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.

jumbled and incoherent. The baby deserves a better mother than me. Someone competent enough

the voice shushes me

guiding my own hand

is going to be

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

to eat

feeling too nauseous. There’s a soft

flower. You need to eat. What’s your

“When I was little….” I mumble. “When I was little, my aunt would make grilled cheese sandwiches with homemade tomato

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 help with the sandwiches while she made the soup from scratch.

It tasted like

sound of clanging in the distance wakes me up. 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 sound of Marco cursing under his breath. I frown slightly,

out of sleep. At some point, the sound

tray full of food. His blonde curls are a shaggy mess like he’s been running his hands through his

of the bed and sets the tray gently on my lap. I stare at the food in surprise. There’s a cup of tea in the corner and a small plate with a burnt grilled cheese sandwich. Besides it, there’s a bowl full of what appears to be homemade tomato soup. Under the

commands, as

I dip the corner of 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 soup is somewhat over-seasoned, but

holding back a smile when I see drops of

did you get this?”

the sheet from me, and I frown at the little burn marks on his fingers as he quickly

lady. She was rather stunned to see a Lycan prince show up at her

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