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His control slipped as her pussy gripped him tighter. “Wren… I can’t… I’m going to…”

“Yes!” she cried out, her body tightening around him, pulling him over the edge with her. “Articus… I’m…”

They climaxed, their bodies shuddering in unison, his cock pulsing inside her until they were both spent and gasping for air.

They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and racing heartbeats, the sheets twisted around them, slick with sweat and the remnants of their passion.

As they lay there, bodies still intertwined, Wren’s head resting on his chest, Articus felt a sense of peace wash over him, a contentment that was as rare as it was profound. She drifted off to sleep, a contented smile on her face. But sleep eluded Articus.

This is it. This is what I want for the rest of my life.

The thought hit Articus with startling clarity. He wanted to wake up next to Wren every morning, to share his life with her, to build a future together. The words were there again, on the tip of his tongue.

He stared at the ceiling, his mind racing. He imagined what it would be like to have this every night. To build a life with Wren, to raise a family together. He pictured her around with his pups, imagined teaching their children to shift and hunt. The image filled him with a longing so intense it was almost painful.

But it's not fair to her. She didn't choose this.

Articus looked down at Wren, peaceful in sleep. He brushed a gentle kiss against her forehead, his heart aching with the weight of his decision.

I can't tell her. I can't put that pressure on her.

Even if it meant losing her, Articus knew it was the right thing to do. He would rather see her free and happy than boundto him by obligation. It would hurt, but he would endure it for her sake.

With that decision made, Articus finally drifted off to sleep, holding Wren close for what he hoped would not be the last time.

Chapter 19 - Wren

Two weeks later…

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bathroom tiles. Wren stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the pregnancy test in her trembling hands. Two pink lines stared back at her, undeniable and life-changing.

Her heart thundered in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears. Time seemed to slow as the reality of the situation sank in.

I'm pregnant. I'm actually pregnant.

A wave of emotions crashed over her—shock, fear, excitement, and finally, an overwhelming joy that brought tears to her eyes. Her hand instinctively moved to her still-flat stomach, cradling the tiny life growing within.

A family. I'm finally going to have a family of my own.

Memories of her lonely childhood, of yearning for a loving family, flashed through her mind. Now, against all odds, she was going to be a mother. The thought both terrified and thrilled her.

As the initial shock wore off, Wren found herself smiling at her reflection in the mirror. Her hazel eyes sparkled with a new light, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. She looked... different. Radiant, even.

I wonder if Articus will notice the change.

The thought of Articus sent a flutter through her stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. How would he react to the news? Would he be happy? Scared? She hoped he'd be as overjoyed as she was.

Wren left the bathroom, her steps light as she made her way to the kitchen. The house seemed different now, full of new possibilities. She imagined a nursery down the hall, filled with soft toys and painted in soothing colors. The patter of tiny feet on hardwood floors. Laughter echoing through the rooms.

As she prepared breakfast, her mind wandered to the future. Would the baby have Articus' striking blue eyes or her hazel ones? His white hair or her light brown? She pictured a little girl with his determined expression or a boy with her mischievous grin.

Wren caught herself smiling as she stirred the sauce, one hand resting on her stomach. She wondered how long it would be before she started to show. Would Articus notice before she told him? The thought made her both nervous and excited.

She sat at the kitchen island, picking at her breakfast. Usually, the smell of bacon would have her mouth-watering, but now it turned her stomach slightly—another sign of the changes happening within her body.

I'll have to start eating healthier. No more late-night ice cream binges.

As she sipped her tea—she'd forgone her usual coffee, just to be safe—Wren's mind drifted to all the things she'd need to do. Doctor's appointments to make, vitamins to buy, books to read. It was overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

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