#Chapter 25: A Night That Felt Like A Dream

Aria’s POV Nothing I said to Lucian was a lie. For a werewolf to conceive, both partners needed a certain measure of love and affection for each other. That I was pregnant could, from the outside, be seen as something of a miracle. But I remembered the night that Lucian came to me, a couple of weeks before our anniversary. As we had slept in different bedrooms, at first I suspected that he might have been lost. I’d known he’d gone out drinking that night, and could scent whiskey in the air. “Lucian, this isn’t your bedroom,” I said. “I know that,” he’d whispered, stumbling closer to my bed. “I’m not going to my bed tonight. I’m staying here.” This type of spontaneity was unusual for him. Usually, the nights we were to be intimate were planned far in advance. It had never felt particularly romantic – more like a chore that needed done for the sake of the pack. Yet, that night was different. Lucian pulled back the blankets of my bed and slipped inside, joining me. He