Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 66

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 66 Mark On Tanya’s Neck

Tanya’s POV:

I can tell Marco’s incredibly confused, and I don’t blame him for being so. From his point of view, we are just good friends, it is highly strange that I’d suddenly be asking him to marry me, for just a day in fact.

“Mr. Barlow’s dying wish is for me to get married,” I say solemnly, watching the gears in Marco’s head turn in slow understanding. “So even if it’s fake, at least I can fulfill his wish, you know.”

Title of the document

“Oh,” says Marco quietly. “I understand now. You want me to pretend to be the groom?”

Pretend sounds so wrong in my mind, but of course I can’t say otherwise. It is the reality after all.

“Yes, just for the day. We complete the ceremony so Mr. Barlow can die in peace. Would you be okay with that? I understand if it would make you feel uncomfortable.”

Marco nods his head slowly. “No, of course I’d be okay with that. Mr. Barlow deserves to have his final wish fulfilled. Let’s do it,” he smiles, unknowing of the true irony of the situation. Funnily enough, Marco and I never did have a wedding ceremony, it was only ever a legal contract written on paper. I wonder if the universe is trying to fix that small hiccup in the strangest of ways.

Marco’s POV:

the night before our fake wedding ceremony, my dreams are relentless. I’m left subconsciously tossing and turning as images flash through my mind in a haze. But the dreams don’t feel like dreams. They are so

cheese and tomato soup, as I find myself stirring the pot of soup for my wife. My dreams then cut to another scene

royal banquet, holding her graciously as we sway and glide across the ballroom floor. Again, the scene changes, and we are standing together underneath the Blue Moon Tree, saying a prayer for our child that my wife is pregnant with. And

trouble is, despite perceiving them as some form of distant memories, I can never see my wife’s face. She’s turned away from me, so I don’t get a clear view. Or if I do, her face is blurred

the dreams are bad, it’s the familiar feeling concerning them that have me so unnerved. Dreams aren’t this vivid. And it feels like I know this woman, that she is truly my wife. Yet why don’t I know her name, or her face? Why aren’t those images in my memory, when I feel like I’ve experienced these moments

And neither of us can pinpoint what it is. And before we can come to a conclusion, I see the rays of light begin to filter in underneath my curtains and I realize it’s now the day of the wedding. Unable to rest my eyes any longer I decide to get up and get

understand why I’m feeling so nervous. But something within me is immensely

Mind

him pause over the phone. But eventually he responds. “Yeah, sure man, I’ve got

try to

the time comes, and I leave the house, and now I stand out in front of the main offices of the Blue Moon Pack. Caspian

going to say and going to do. There is a reason why I want to talk to Caspian, I need to confirm a suspicion. But I must do so tactfully, and so I choose my words

a better understanding of Tanya’s background. Like, has Tanya grown up in the Blue Moon pack all her life?

guard by my questions, and it takes him some time to come up with a

also acknowledge the fact that Caspian and I had a pretty rough relationship throughout my time here in the Blue Moon Pack. I knew he had a considerable liking towards Tanya, and something told me I threatened the balance

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