Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 29 The Blue Moon Tree

Tanya’s POV:

After an early dinner, Marco invites me to go on a drive with him. He takes me out of the capital, driving for miles until we reach a glen on the outskirts of the kingdom. He tells me that we’re in the Blue Moon Pack.

It’s impressive to see how expansive the Kingdom of Mador truly is, and I’m reminded of how much power his family holds to rule over all of this, even the territories inhabited by other packs.

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“I want to show you something.”

Marco parks the car, and we walk for a short while, reaching a beautiful clearing in the glen. At the heart of the small valley is an enormous tree with hundreds of little beautiful flowers. I’d never seen it before, but I immediately recognize where we are. Even I’ve heard the wondrous stories of the Blue Moon Tree. Legend says the ancient tree was blessed by the Moon Goddess herself many centuries ago, and those beautiful flowers around the tree must be the Blue Moon Flowers.

People are gathered in the open space, some walking around peacefully while others sit or kneel by the tree in prayer or meditation. Many of them are couples.

“This is where my parents met many years ago. They crossed paths right under the tree, and it was love at first sight.”

I gasp softly at Marco’s words.

According to folklore, the tree is not only considered a sacred space but a holy relic for lovers. As we walk closer, I can see dozens and dozens of multicolored ribbons tied around the branches of the tree. It is said that if you visit the tree with your lover and tie a ribbon around one of its branches, the Blue Moon Tree will grant your wish and bless your love, so you can be together forever.

none of this, but there’s something new in his expression that makes my heart

together?” I ask, trying to keep my tone impartial.

“No.”

me here is a sign that Marco has started to truly care for me, even if it’s just a little. My tentative speculation and

can they give such

and handsome, quite like a fox. He’s probably in his twenties or early thirties. He’s tall and lean, with an elegant and remarkably muscular build. He has an unshaven beard on his chin

man steps on him by accident, but the tall, handsome man ignores him. “No, no, no, my friend, I will NOT calm down! I want to go to the capital and fight this -get off me, good sir!” he bats

struggle somewhat comically and mutter intangibly before scurrying off, looking rather agitated. Once they’ve wandered off, Marco and I continue our stroll, walking up

to set over the horizon, casting a gentle

drooping branches. The Blue Moon Flower petals give off a lovely floral scent, and I can suddenly understand why this place is considered so special. On

is

pink ribbon I’d used earlier to tie up my hair in a half-up-do. Soft black

wish with me? I’d like to pray for our unborn

takes one end of the ribbon while I take the other. Our fingers brush against each other

barely touching. When I open my eyes again, the sun has finished setting, but I find that the world has not gone

it, but when I turn to face Marco,

mine to

on the Blue Moon Tree. No other land in the world has

flowers that