Forty-five: The ball

Tatiana.

My eyes almost pop out of their sockets when her words sink in. I gape at the healer, my heart pounding vigorously in my chest.

“W-what did you say?” I ask, my hand going to my stomach instinctively.

The healer smiles warmly at me. “You’re pregnant, your highness. Congratulations.”

Her words reel in my head but I still find it hard to believe.

“H-how?” My voice cracks.

“This is what happens when two adults, a man, and a woman come together and play. They make pups if they don’t take precautions.” She explains patiently.

I don’t even realise that I’m already rubbing my stomach tenderly. My eyes sting with tears. “We just did it twice on the same day and it hasn’t been that long since…”

“If the father of your unborn pup is that Lycan then I know why you got pregnant so quickly. He’s a Lycan and things work differently for them. He didn’t even need to mark you to knot you.” She cuts me off and I sigh, tears of joy streaming down my face.

I’m pregnant. I am going