Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 60


    Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown


    Chapter 60 Masquerade


    Marco’s POV:


    I generally detested banquets of this nature. It obviously didn’t help that I was a part of the royal family


    that used every God damn excuse to host events like this. My experience with royal banquets made


    me a*s*sume they were just all so fake.


    None of the noblemen liked each other anyways, whether due to politics, or rivalry for power. Their


    greasy hair slicked back against their balding scalps. Whilst their royal wives rotted with jealousy over


    this girl and the next, as they were caked to the heavens with an unnecessary amount of powder that


    was somehow overshadowed by their ma*s*sive air balloon shaped dresses.


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    However, I soon realize that my negative a*s*sumption of the Blue Moon Pack’s banquet is oddly


    wrong.


    As Tanya, ire and I step into the main ballroom, the atmosphere feels light, and weightless. Despite


    the evening darkness that shimmers through the grand windows, the room emanates brightness. With


    sheer sky -blue curtains tied back stylishly, while walls are decorated with pearly design patterns.


    Due to the Blue Moon Pack’s economic issues, they understandably didn’t have the same luxuries as


    other wealthier packs, and the ballroom here is dwarfed by even the pce’s smallest rooms. But, they


    seemed to know how to well manage what money they did have, and the residents seemed eager to


    volunteer to help for special events like this one.


    The days leading up the banquet, I agreed to watch ire on multiple asions, since Tanya often


    went over to Mrs. Monroe’s bakery shop to help the older woman bake treats for the evening. I eye the


    table where rows of gorgeous desertsy at the ready to be engorged. And ire had told me that her


    school *s*s was among those chosen to help hang up the decorations the day before. And now I see


    the sparkly silver ornaments that slung frommp tomp.


    I wonder how Eric could be so arrogant. Despite their economic drawbacks, the pack lives in harmony,


    and has a beloved fondness for the tree that is central to the pack’s faith and beliefs.


    And as I’m reminded by the monument, I recall how Tanya had been working night and day to


    reproduce a modified version of her Blue Moon Tree perfume. One that couldst for hours. With that


    in mind, my head tilts back to inhale the deep aromatic scent that tickles my wolfish senses in all the


    right ces, forming a small smile on my lips.


    “You think it turned out alright?” my irises flicker open to the sound of Tanya’s soft-spoken voice. She


    peers up at me innocently with her delicate viridescent hues that are encased by a bright blue


    masquerade mask. Clearly aware I like what I smelled, I nod silently with the rxed smile yet to fade


    from my lips as my eyes trail down to her dress.


    She’s worn a gorgeous pastel blue dress. While the top is covered in intricatece, it is cinched at the


    waist to maximize the puffiness of the bottom. The skirt isyered in white tools that lie on top of one


    another to make the skirt appear fluffier than it is.


    I catch myself staring and shoot my gaze back up to watch her mirror my initial smile. She then must


    turn to ire who adorably protests about her hunger. I chuckle softly. “Go ahead, I’ll wait nearby.”


    Tanya rushes off after her daughter, whilst I trickle over to the corner of the ballroom. Even though the


    atmosphere is quite nice, it is still a lot of people, and I find muchfort in sitting on a chair in the


    corner, able to people watch from afortable distance.


    Course, that’s when my attention is pulled by two familiar male voices.


    “Is it done?” Caspian utters in a low tone.


    “Yes, I’ve arranged for someone to pass the number to Tanya during the card drawing session. You’ll


    both have the number nine,” I hear Caspian’s Beta, Dn reply.


    It takes me a moment to realize what they are talking about. It was ire who excitedly told me the


    conversations she had with one of her *s*smates whose parent was helping organize the event.


    Apparently, the adults are to draw number cards, and the men and women with matching numbers are


    to dance together for the first song of the evening.


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    Upon realizing what this means, my gaze narrows steely as the men confirm my suspicions, with Dn


    speaking first. “The n will work sir.”


    “I really do hope so Dn,” Caspian mumbles hesitantly. “Trust your gut Caspian, you’ve loved Tanya


    since the perfume contest five years ago. But you could not peruse her because of him,” says the Beta


    with conviction, but I don’t hear Caspian respond and a*s*sume he’s still unsure of himself. And so,


    Dn continues. “You’ve responsibly suppressed your feelings all this time. But now that Tanya’s here,


    and in your pack for so long.


    Now’s your chance sir. There’s never been a better time!” “You’re right Dn,” the Alpha’s newly found


    certainty sparks a dangerous chill in my bones. “This is my chance. I will dance with Tanya tonight. And


    then, I’ll confess my love to her. It shall be done. Thank you, Dn, for all your help. Cheers.”


    I hear their sses clink, and it only exacerbates my icy demeanor. And for once, both Manuel-my


    wolf-and I, agree on what needs to be done this evening.


    Tanya’s POV:


    ire has satisfied herself with a bunch of desserts, leaving me chuckling despite the fact she


    shouldn’t be having sweets sote at night. But I’m unable to say much as the host announces the start


    of the main event for the ball.


    It’s been the part of the banquet that I have been dreading the most. The host basically confirms my


    disdain. It is a dance, where the guests are required to pick numbers out of the ss bowl he holds,


    which determines partners for the first dance.


    I must drag my feet to reach the podium, I withdraw a card and step away. But before I can look, I’m


    suddenly tripped from behind. I stumble before copsing on my puffy dress that softens my fall. In my


    confused haze, I have lost sight of the card. I finally can stand, and find it gently resting on the ground,


    and pick it up to reveal the number seven.


    Thing is. I’m not nning on participating in the dance anyways. My head has alreadye up with a


    couple of possible excuses I could use to whichever guy I get partnered with. Course I do feel a little


    bad for being a spoil sport. But I really don’t have the energy nor the mental capacity to facilitate


    anyone this evening. I just wait to go hometer.


    Either way, I fall inline beside many of the excited young women as the genders split on either side of


    the ballroom, with a veil drawn between us. Us girls organize ourselves in sequential order, and I


    expect that the men are doing the same.


    The giddy murmurings eventually grow louder and louder, and when the timees, the curtain


    ascends to the ceiling to reveal our designated partners. I inhale a deep breath, bracing myself to


    exin my circumstances to the partner I am randomly given. That is until…


    I see the pants of his ck suit first, my gaze trailing upward hesitantly to the remarkable chest hidden


    beneath a matching ebony suit and undershirt. The cor left undone it creates a V-shape, revealing


    his broad corbone and neck. Subconsciously I already knew, but my eyes didn’t want to believe it.


    Till a mask of a sharp inky ck, trailed with intricate swirls of gold pigment frame the frosty irises of


    the man that once loved me. Marco…


    I barely move as he takes the initiative to walk up to me. A hint of a smile registering on his lips. He out


    stretches a hand towards me. My gaze flickers between his hand and those benevolent eyes of his.


    “May I have this dance?” I’m still too stunned to offer a response, but like the gracious gentleman I


    know he’s capable of being, Marco lowers his stance, lowering his stature and dominating figure to-


    To bow to me. One arm crossed over his back, whilst the other resting across his chest in a chivalrous


    disy. “Please… “


    Marco isn’t the type to ‘request’ things, specifically from people he ‘believes’ he doesn’t know too well.


    This is sincere. He really does want to dance with me. Ie to the conclusion that the universe has a


    strange way of inflicting both pain and pleasure onto its residents.


    I suddenly feel honored. All my previous grievances towards this banquet wash away in that single


    moment. And so, my hands pluck the sides of my dress, and I curtsey down to meet him.


    Gaining my permission Marco resumes his poster that towers above me and takes my hand in his.


    Course I am nervous, because despite the beauty in this moment, I’m still not that good at dancing.


    And so, I’m conservative in my movements, tentatively trying to maintain pace alongside Marco’s


    graceful motions that have us gliding across the marble flooring.


    Course, at some point I nearly trip over my feet, and I almost surrender to my embarra*s*sment, ready


    to take the fall. Till an arm swoops beneath my waist, righting me with swiftness. Marco twirls me to


    hide my miss step and spins me back elegantly into his arms.


    The warmth that swirls inside me from this action alone makes me scarily giddy, and bliss overtakes


    me. This moment feels just like all those years ago. And I desperately cling on to it. And even though


    there is music ying, I barely take notice. I’m entranced and contained in our own bubble of fortune,


    dancing to our own beloved tune that syncs our souls in ways I couldn’t describe and may never


    understand.


    The banquet goes on for hours, and we dance away to our hearts’ content. Till of course I remember I


    have a child to care for. Course ire hasn’t been too fussed that I have left her to y with the other


    children and eat all the candy her heart desires. But eventually, I can tell that my little girl is tired. And


    Marco agrees it’s time we head home.


    ire and I step outside just in time to see the fireworks. They explode into a gorgeous array of light


    that illuminates the night sky in dazzling colors. With a smile, we start heading home. And that’s when I


    see Caspian standing across the road. At first, I wonder why he’s standing outside on his own. Until I


    see therge bouquet of flowers cradled in his strong arms.