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.”

asks, the voice suddenly deeper

hear the sound of shuffling and thumping, as if there were some kind of battle happening beneath

everything okay?” I ask with concern. “Is there

figure straightening up. “It’s just that 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

I should say. “You were saying

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

for so many people, so for his

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

was a bit odd, but it left me feeling determined and uplifted. The concoction bubbles as I add the fresh chamomile and

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 come

replaced by a warm and soothing fragrance that’s just what I was hoping for. The scent is light and calming, and I actually yawn after inhaling

the liquid into the special

that reminds me of a peaceful night sky. I attach the silvery little stopper and tie a single, shimmery black ribbon around the neck of the

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 him so much

an elegant little cake with dark chocolate and orange zest. The 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 a knock

it with curious cation. It’s a bit early for Marco to be back from work already, and he

the doorstep, dressed in casual but elegant attire and holding a

Lily says, handing me the champagne bottle before I even

yet? You mean Marco?” I

birthday party. The card you

What card?