Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 27 Celebrate Marco’s Birthday

Tanya’s POV:

“I just don’t know what to do,” I mutter in defeat. “I don’t know how he would want to celebrate exactly, but I want to make it perfect for him.”

There’s a hesitant silence on the other side of the sheer curtain, and I stare at my hands, fiddling anxiously with my wedding ring as I proceed. Perhaps I’ve missed something?

Title of the document

“My husband… He’s very special, and everyone knows it. But I see more to him than high society and status. He’s the child of a surrogate, and his biological mother died when he was very young, just like me. My relationship with my stepmother was always strained, and my father never allowed me to celebrate my birthday.”

My father resented that I was born on a blessed harvest moon but didn’t manifest a wolf, so he considered my birthday a waste. Unlike me, Marco is very strong and powerful. I don’t think the king hurt Marco like my father hurt me. But there are many to damage a child. “I believe my husband has a complicated relationship with his own stepmother as well, and I don’t think his father cared enough about him,” I explain. “They don’t appreciate him enough. My husband deserves to be loved not just for what he is but for who he is. That’s why this celebration is so important. I want to show my husband that I truly see him for who he really is, and I want to prove to him that he is cared for. After all, everyone deserves to feel loved. And everyone deserves to be celebrated on their birthday, right?”

A brief silence again as the Mage reflects on my words. “You have very sweet intentions, young lady. Your gift should reflect such earnest affection, but I’m afraid I don’t know what to suggest. It is not my place to know what men desire. The best advice I can give you is to think of your husband’s needs. You probably know him better than most. What do you think is something missing in his life that you could give him?”

I pause for a moment, reflecting. What does the most powerful Lycan in the kingdom need?

A good night’s rest.

“Oh, I know! My husband suffers from nightmares and discomfort during the night. Actually, he even kissed me a few nights ago in his sleep.”

the Mage asks, the voice suddenly deeper than it was a second

of the curtain, I hear the sound of shuffling and thumping, as if there were some kind of

concern.

everything is fine,” the voice replies, the figure straightening up. “It’s just that it takes complicated magic with our wolf spirits for a Messenger Mage to… um… commune

I say softly, not sure of what else I should say. “You were saying that your husband doesn’t sleep

yes,” I say with a short sigh. “My husband has strange nightmares, and I think he’s not fully in control when he sleeps. He doesn’t even remember that he kissed me the other night. Of course, I didn’t mind it, but I don’t want to bring it up and make him feel uncomfortable. So, I think

perfect. Marco did so much for so many people, so for his birthday, I would give

of the morning in my little laboratory in the attic of the townhouse. I work quickly and carefully, brewing

it left me feeling determined and uplifted. The concoction bubbles as I add

mind back to my last attempt at a healing potion. For some incomprehensible reason, the ingredient that managed to magically stabilize the mixture was my blood. I’m determined to ensure this extraordinary perfume helps Marco, so I take a long needle and prick my finger. As I let my finger hover over the solution, a few droplets of blood trickle down and fizz as they

like the first time, the perfume stabilizes, becoming clear and silky. The bubbles sizzle, and the steam clears away, replaced by a warm and

the liquid

of a peaceful night sky. I attach the

extra time decorating the townhouse. I dim the lights on the overhead chandelier, opting for elegant candlelight around the main hall. The flames flicker and illuminate the golden balloons I’ve hung up everywhere. Gold like the crest of the royal family. Gold like the wedding ring on my finger. Gold like the sun that chases away the full moon that brings

rich, citrusy-sweet aroma of fresh baked goods fills the house, making it feel more like a home. The bottle of extraordinary perfume I made for him is in a little blue box decorated with black and gold ribbons. I smile as I imagine the look on his face when he arrives and sees it all, but I’m pulled away from my thoughts by

it with curious cation. It’s a bit early for Marco to be back from work already, and he wouldn’t need to knock to enter his own

the doorstep, dressed in casual but elegant

too early. Is he home yet?” Lily says, handing me the champagne bottle before I even have the chance to ask her

yet? You mean Marco?” I ask, still

card you sent us said we’d be celebrating in

What card?