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.”

suddenly deeper than it was

and thumping, as if there were some kind of battle happening

I ask with concern. “Is there someone

it takes complicated magic with our wolf spirits for a Messenger Mage to… um… commune with the Moon Goddess. Yes. That’s it. It can seem a bit odd when we’re, uh,

else I should say. “You were saying that

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 the best thing I could

people, so for his

stay up late that night, working into the early hours of the morning in my little laboratory in the attic of the townhouse. I work quickly and carefully, brewing up the little potion that would

Mage at the Temple of the Moon Goddess was a bit odd, but it left me feeling determined and uplifted. The concoction bubbles as I add the fresh chamomile and sandalwood extracts to the lavender mixture in

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

steam clears away, replaced by a warm and soothing fragrance that’s just what I was hoping for. The scent is

the liquid into the

a peaceful night sky. I attach the silvery little stopper and tie a single, shimmery black ribbon around the neck of the bottle. It looks lovely, and my heart swells with hope at the thought of how it

candlelight around the main hall. The flames flicker and illuminate the golden balloons I’ve

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

a bit early for Marco to be back from work already, and he wouldn’t need to knock to enter his own

in casual but elegant attire and holding a champagne bottle out to me as an

we aren’t too early. Is he home yet?” Lily says, handing me the champagne

Marco?” I ask, still shocked to see

received your invitation to his birthday party. The card you sent us said we’d be celebrating

What card?