Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 27
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?
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“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 rtionship 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 rtionship with his own stepmother as well, and I don’t think his father cared enough
about him,” I exin. “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, youngdy.
Your gift should reflect such earnest affection, but I’m afraid I don’t know what to suggest. It is not my
ce 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 difort during the night. Actually, he even
kissed me a few nights ago in his sleep.”
“What?!” the Mage asks, the voice suddenly deeper than it was a second ago.
On the other side of the curtain, I hear the sound of shuffling and thumping, as if there were some kind
of battle happening beneath the Mage’s dark veil.
“Is everything okay?” I ask with concern. “Is there someone else over there?”
“Sorry? No! I mean, everything is fine,” the voice replies, the figure straightening up. “It’s just that it
takesplicated magic with our wolf spirits for a Messenger Mage to… um…mune with the
Moon Goddess. Yes. That’s it. It can seem a bit odd when we’re, uh, giving council.”
“Oh,” I say softly, not sure of what else I should say. “You were saying that your husband doesn’t sleep
well?”
“Right, 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 ufortable. So, I think the best thing I
could give him is a gift to help him sleep better.”
It was perfect. Marco did so much for so many people, so for his birthday, I would give him the gift of
rest.
I stay upte that night, working into the early hours of the morning in my littleboratory in the attic of
the townhouse. I work quickly and carefully, brewing up the little potion that would help my husband
sleep.
My conversation with the 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 thevender mixture in the beaker.
Before transferring the concoction to the bottle, I cast my mind back to myst attempt at a healing
potion. For some iprehensible 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 theye in contact with the potion.
Just like the first time, the perfume stabilizes, bing clear and silky. The bubbles sizzle, and the
steam clears away, reced 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 it.
I hurry up and transfer the liquid into the special bottle
I’ve selected for Marco’s gift. The vial is made of blown ss, and the color is a lovely, deep shade of
midnight blue that reminds me of a peaceful night sky. I attach the silvery little stopper and tie a single,
shimmery ck ribbon around the neck of the bottle. It looks lovely, and my heart swells with hope at
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On the day of Marco’s birthday, I take extra time decorating the townhouse. I dim the lights on the
overhead chandelier, opting for elegant candlelight around the main hall. The mes 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 trouble.
I’ve even managed to bake an elegant little cake with dark chocte 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 ck 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 on the door.
I open 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 home; he has the keys.
Lily and Eric stand on the doorstep, dressed in casual but elegant attire and holding a champagne
bottle out to me as an offering.
“Tanya, hello. I hope we aren’t too early. Is he home yet?” Lily says, handing me the champagne bottle
before I even have the chance to ask her what it’s for.
“Home yet? You mean Marco?” I ask, still shocked to see them.
“Yes, we received your invitation to his birthday party. The card you sent us said we’d be celebrating in
his townhouse tonight.”
What card?
I’d actually hoped to celebrate privately with Marco tonight, and I certainly hadn’t sent out any
invitations. Was I supposed to?
It’s toote to figure that out now. Eric and Lily are already here, and I can hardly send them away, so I
stand aside and let theme in. Lily dons her usual polite smile, but there’s something else lurking in
her eyes that I don’t understand. Even Eric looks somewhat ufortable as I lead them into the
dining hall and set the bottle down on the counter next to the cake and the gift box.
It’s not too long before there’s another knock at the door, and I blink in surprise as Oliver and Ayana
arrive. Like Lily and Eric, they both insist that they received an invitation to tonight’s birthday party
addressed from me. Oliver hovers in the corridor, looking particrly strange and ufortable. I
barely have enough time to figure out what any of this means before there’s a third knock on the door.
Marco’s sister arrives, and all I can do is usher her in with stunned silence. What is everyone doing
here?
“Well, this is bloody awkward,” Cathy says, and by the looks on everyone’s faces, I can tell she’s not
the only one who feels that way. “Why the hell are we having a party?”
Frankly, I’m not sure what any of them are doing here, but I smile at her politely, trying to be a gracious
host.
“It’s Marco’s birthday, right?”
“Yeah, it is. But my brother doesn’t celebrate it. He never celebrates it. His birthday is on the
anniversary of his mother’s death. Who wants to have a party on the day their mom died?”
My heart drops at the same time as a satisfied smirk appears on Ayana’s face.
No! She set me up. That’s why she told me about Marco’s birthday in the first ce. She must have
sent out all the invitations in my name!
I’m sick to my stomach at the thought of Ayana using the anniversary of someone’s death as a twisted
prank. How could she do this? Not only to me but to Marco?
At that precise moment, I hear my husband’s voice outside, and the sound of a key jingling in the lock
at the front door makes me panic.
“Hello? Tanya? I’m home.”