Mommy daddy is the lycan king

Chapter 90

Fiona’s POV

Fiona stood in front of the mirror, staring at her figure in the navy blue silk maid of honour dress.

It had grown tighter than the last time she wore it, which was two weeks ago. She didn’t put on any

other weight, but there was a baby growing within her, and it grew with every day that passed.

“You look so pretty,” Camila, who was being made up, said from behind her.

She turned around with a pout on her face and said, “I look like I swallowed a whole turkey!”

Fiona gave her a funny eye. “You look pregnant; that is the right word.”

Fiona made a face at her and said nothing else.

She told Camila about her condition as soon as she got home that day. Camila promised to give as

much emotional support as she would need. She was lucky to have her as her friend.

Accepting her reality wasn’t easy, but it was the choice she had to make, and she stood by it. It didn’t

get better with the days that passed, but she had the love and support of those around her. It was her

fourth month, and the baby was as healthy as ever.

She shifted the past full moon but didn’t explore territories; she spent it on a farm. Camila informed her

that the neighbours across had given her the keys to their ranch, which wasn’t far away, and asked if

she wanted to shift there instead.

It would give her privacy and the ability to shift and strengthen herself, especially now. She accepted it

with gratitude. Shifting, like she expected, was everything and more.

An hour later, the makeup artist finished his work on Camila’s face. The wedding dresser helped set

her into her dress, and Fiona was glad to be a part of this wholesome

moment.

They arrived at the Rose Garden, which they had selected as the venue for their wedding. Camila got

down, and Fiona was behind her.

Camila’s father, Pedro Rogers, walked her down the aisle, and Peter the groom and Cillian, his best

man, waited for them in the front. Fiona followed behind. Peter had the happiest look on his face as he

waited for Camila, and Fiona noticed Cillian’s cheerful face on her as if he had seen nothing better.

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Since their first k*ss, they have taken things slower. There was still no label on what they were, but she

felt a strong connection and sense of safety being with him. It was enough to bet on, and that was what

she did. The baby in her had played a key role in the progress of their relationship, but it was good.

She continued her job as part of the research team. Every three days, they met to bring their ideas

together and then to see which of those ideas could be executed.

Fiona shed light on the work she did in the werewolf world, which was extensive research into the

wandering sickness. Which was also known as Alzheimer in the human world.

The presentation of this sickness was very different in humans and Lycans, but its common factor was

that it fed on brain power. Without her journal and documents on the steps so far, she couldn’t bring

them up to speed, and that meant they would have to start all over.

Cillian told her there was no rush and she could take as much time as she needed, and she promised

to be with her all the way.

“You look so beautiful,” Peter murmured into Camila’s ear as they reached where they were, and she

smiled.

Pedro stepped out of the way after handing her over to Peter.

“You look great.” Cillian whispered to her.

“It is not your moment.” She whispered back to him.

After the vows were taken, the couples proceeded to their ‘I dos’

The reception kicked off an hour later, and though it was at the same location, the reception was in the

Rose Garden Hall. Peter and Camila sat in front, while those who came to celebrate with them on their

day sat around. The friends and families of the bride and groom took turns telling what they were

grateful for, and Fiona was among the first.

“I am grateful for the day that my path and yours met Camila. You saved my life despite your own not

being in the best place. I consider you more than a friend; I consider you a sister, a counsellor, and a

mother. If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing.” She said, and Camila made a love sign using her

hands.

She smiled and then turned to Peter. “To Peter Yates, you are a wonderful man, and I am glad you

found someone who would compliment you. You have a big heart, and I pray it never changes. The two

of you deserve the best of everything, and I wish you only the happiest.”

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She said that and saw Camila wiping away her tears. She only hoped her friend believed she meant

every word.

“You look exhausted,” Cillian said as he came to stand close to her.

She sighed. He had guessed correctly. “My legs are killing me; I want to go home, but the day is far

from over, and so I have to sit and wait until it is; my friend deserves that at the very least.”

“What can I do to make it better?” he asked.

She stared into his eyes, and a small smile came onto her face. “Be yourself.” She said that and placed Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

her head on his shoulders.

He placed his hand on her waist. “I can do that,” he mumbled into her hair while stroking it.

“Do you see yourself ever being there?” he asked in a small voice. She pulled her head off his

shoulder, and her eyes followed his, and she came to meet Camila and Peter in their seats. He was

asking her if she saw herself getting married again.

The truth is, she didn’t see herself getting married again, but then again, she didn’t see herself feeling

anything for anyone, but here she was, with her feelings for him growing every day.

She wanted to tell him she didn’t know, but she immediately felt nauseated.

Her hands ran up to cover her mouth. “I’m going to throw up,” she said before hurrying away from him.

She pushed open the bathroom door, ran to bury her head in the toilet seat, and threw up into it.

She understood morning sickness, but she didn’t understand afternoon sickness.

She finished, wiping the water left on her face away with the tissue paper before tossing it into the bin

close to the door. Feeling much better, she returned to the reception venue and made her way towards

Cillian, who stood where she had left him and he waited for her.

She smiled a little and then approached, but she came to a stop when she saw that she shouldn’t be

here.

Julian.

Her breath cut in her throat at the sight of Julian, and she stood stuck, unable to move or speak. Their

gazes stayed locked for longer than they needed to and longer than she wanted.

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Cillian found her standing still and overwhelmed, and he took a step forward towards her. He placed his

hand on her shoulder, and she broke out of the frozen state she had stood in for over a minute after

seeing Julian.

What was he doing here? Why was he here?

She had wanted him to return. The first week after her arrival in the world of humans, she wanted him

to return, tell her it was all a mistake, and take her back. She was even willing to put everything behind

her and return. That was how willing she was to not let go. He didn’t return, though-not in the first

month, not two months later. It had been over three months and he was back, so why was he back?

She glanced up at Cillian, and she forced a smile at him, but he already sensed something was wrong,

and his eyes were already protective.

If only he knew just how much.

“What is wrong?” he asked with a worried eye.

She stared back at where she had seen Julian, but he had already left.

“He is here.” She said it with a hollow voice.

Cillian’s brow furrowed. “Who?” he asked.

Her gaze returned to him, and the weariness in them didn’t leave as she said, “My husband.”

He turned around as well, but didn’t seem to see anything. “Where?” he asked, his hand tightening

around her protectively.

She pressed her lips together and said, “He is gone.”