Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 67


    Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown


    Chapter 67 Wedding Ceremony


    Tanya’s POV:


    My skin can’t help but tingle to Marco’s touch, and I wonder why Marco chooses to brush my hair away


    from my neck. Was there something wrong with it?


    “Were you able to get it?” I ask.


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    “Yeah, it’s zipped up,” he replies, and upon feeling the dress is now secured, I turn round to face him. It


    feels strange to be in the wedding gown, and I try to hide the insecurity from the dress that shows off


    my small curves and cups my b*reas*ts nicely.


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    “Do I- do I look okay?” I can’t help but ask. Marco physically takes a step back, taking in all the fine


    details of my gown, before returning to gaze into my eyes.


    “I think you look beautiful,” I can’t help the light flush that I feel rise upon my cheeks in reaction to his


    words. However, I still wonder if something is on his mind, and Marco seems somewhat preupied


    with his thoughts.


    Despite my a*s*sumption, a secondter whatever I thought I saw in his expression disappears


    entirely, and Marco returns to look at me with a neutral disposition. Maybe it was just my imagination,


    and the growing nervousness in my stomach for what we were about to do.


    Since this wedding is obviouslyst minute, the reception is small. But Caspian helped put it together in


    one of the forest clearings, setting up chairs,ying a carpet down for the aisle, and a*s*sembling with


    members a beautiful flower altar shaped in an arch.


    Everyone knew why we were doing this; they knew of Barlow’sst wish. And I wasn’t surprised to hear


    that Mr. Barlow would be officiating the wedding, that man truly was a jack of all trades.


    Although untraditional, Marco and I had decided we’d simply walk down the aisle together, since my


    father wasn’t around. And in all honesty, even if this was real, I still didn’t think I would want my family


    here. With all these thoughts swaying around my mind, I finally hear the music begin. Marcoes to


    stand beside me, lifting his arm to me. “Shall we?”


    I inhale a deep breath of air, giving him a nod as I link my arm with his. We step out the changing room


    I have been in and make our way through the forest. The sun sits high in the sky today, its rays


    glittering down and sparkling the trees and flowers with its magical dust that gives the forest a lively


    glow.


    The identifiable scent of blue moon flowers epasses us as we slowly step towards the start of the


    aisle. It is a small crowd, Caspian, Dn, Lisa and little ire. They now stand upon seeing us.


    Marco and I walk together down the aisle in beat to the soft elegant music that’s being yed. And


    waiting for us at the end is Mr. Barlow. He’s in a wheelchair, and I can’t help but notice the paleness of


    his skin as he grows weaker. But what draws me away from all the real issues is the smile that’s on his


    lips, so broad and so proud, my eyes can’t help but gloss over upon seeing his happiness.


    This is for him after all, and if I could give him onest happy memory. Then that’s what I’ll do.


    When Marco and I reach him, he begins the ceremony as normal, speaking as loud as he can despite


    his


    gravelly voice. “Dearly beloved and honored guests. We are gathered here today to join Marco and


    Tanya in the union of marriage. This contract is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and


    seriously, and with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities.”


    He smiles up to us before continuing. “I havee to witness, that these two individuals, are destined


    to be one. Theyplement each other in various ways that emanates flow, beauty and grace. They


    lean on each other in difficult times, strengthen one another when they must fight, and uplift each other


    in moments of joy. Their souls dance to the beat of their own drum, as both are loyal and


    compassionate beings that I’ve grown to love. They both somehow put up with me and I will forever


    cherish how they’ve taken care of this old man.” Our small crowd, and ourselvesugh and giggle to


    Mr. Barlow’s words, but he continues with a smile.


    “And I’m forever grateful I’ve gotten the chance to witness this union and see it through as I soon enter


    into the afterlife … now enough about me, the bride and groom have each prepared vows.”


    Both me and Marco take turns saying our vows, both in different ways expressing our willingness to


    take care of each other for the rest of our lives. And then finally, Mr. Barlow says. “Tanya, do you take


    Marco to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect him, forsaking all


    others, and holding only unto him forevermore?”


    I smile and say. “I do.”


    “And Marco, do you take Tanya to be your wife? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect


    her, forsaking all others, and holding only unto her forevermore?”


    “I do,” says Marco, surprising me slightly. As I didn’t expect the raw emotion to drip through into his


    words. It is puzzling, since Marco doesn’t have to be sincere about any of this. And yet he is. He looks


    deep into my eyes, as if this was all real.


    But I don’t have time to process Marco’s vows or his tone of voice. Instead, I notice Mr. Barlow leaning


    over ufortably, his head sagging so far forward that I have to kneel down and catch him, gently


    pressing his back into the chair.


    “Someone get me water!”


    Seconds pass, and Caspian rushes over, and hands me a ss that I offer to the elderly man. He


    gulps down the liquid, before chuckling whilst continuing to cough. How he remains so light-hearted in


    such a serious situation, I’d never understand.


    “Well, it’s about time. Tanya. I’d like to speak with you alone please.”


    I nod in understanding and get behind his wheelchair to roll him over away from everyone else. I pull


    him into the sunniest part of the clearing, the rays of light shining onto his face as I set out one of the


    chairs so I can sit beside him. Our surroundings are now entirely quiet, and it feels like, it’s only the


    trees that are listening in on our conversation.


    “Marco is ire’s father. Correct?” I snap my head to him in surprise before he borates. “I see the


    way you look at him Tanya. The way you both move in sync with one another. And that’s why I asked to


    be a witness to your union. I knew you’d ask Marco to pretend to be your groom.”


    My shoulders sag in defeat as Mr. Barlow reveals the truth, but he continues. “But I hope you can find


    the


    courage to tell him the truth yourself one day. You deserve that happiness Tanya, so does ire. And I


    know you’ll be brave enough to one day reunite with Marco once more,” he smiles at me. “Don’t waste


    time on things that don’t matter. You gotta chase after your own happiness Tanya. Chase after it with all


    your heart.” I’m utterly touched by his words. “You may not understand it, but you’ve been like a father


    to me. Truly.” He chuckles. “I’ve never had a biological daughter in this life. But I understand, I do see


    you as my daughter. And I only want what’s best for you… I did have an adopted son though.”


    I notice that as he reveals this information to me, something stirs within him. He pauses as he debates


    something in his head, before finally choosing to tell me. “I think as my daughter, you should know the


    truth. At least before I pass,” he chuckles. “I’m actually a wizard and werewolf hybrid. When I was


    young, and stupid, I was a terrible person. I was cruel and ruthless to anyone that opposed me. And


    because no pack wanted me because of what I was, I decided to create a pack of my own, made of up


    rogues who were of mixed bloods.”


    My brows raise, slowly putting the pieces together as he borates. “I found a boy, abandoned during


    a harsh winter. He was just like me. So, I adopted him and taught him much of the ck magic I had


    mastered,” he scoffs. “But, you know, people with our personalities are not so gentle.”


    He continues with a sad smile. “My boy’s powers grew stronger each day, and so did his ambition. And


    eventually, he decided to challenge me for my position …I lost. Course, as ruthless as he was, he was


    going to k*il*l me. But I escaped, and that’s when you found me.”


    He takes my hand in his now, holding it close as he looks up at me. “So, you see, I was going to die


    three years ago. You’ve given me another three years of life. My death was only inevitable. My adopted


    son must’ve known I was here, and that’s why he chose to poison the Blue Moon Pack’s water. I’m


    responsible for this. You helped me escape my fate for a little while. But it’s now time. I know it’s time.”


    He gently wipes away my tears, before fishing for something out his pocket and cing the small


    object in my hand. I look down to see it is his badge. “I originally had two,” he says, “One I gave to my


    son. And the second I wish to give to you, my daughter.”


    I’m distraught as I feel Mr. Barlow slipping away. He’s still smiling as I slowly watch him close his eyes


    as he tilts his head to face the sun. And then, he utters a final sentence before he finally stops


    breathing. “You should know, my adopted son’s name is Dorian.”