Pregnant With The Wolf's Child (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
He completely ignored me as I pleaded how hard it was. He wouldn’t indulge my first-ever attempt at acting spoiled.
Duchess Bellaste let out a deep sigh and immediately took my hand.
“I’m sorry, Larien.”
“…Why are you apologizing, Duchess?”
It wasn’t the Duchess who owed me an apology.
Although trying to drive Larien away deserved blame, she hadn’t openly tormented or abused me.
“I heard what happened in Rachel’s room.”
She regretted having given me the key.
“I only wanted you to read Rachel’s diary once. She asked me to give it to you when you came of age…”
She pressed her lips together, clearly in deep distress.
“You’ve never properly seen your mother’s face, after all. Rachel’s portrait is only there, so I gave you the key—but now it’s only caused your father to hurt you.”
I disliked the Duchess Bellaste’s shallow pity.
‘So she knows everything I said to Duke Bellaste…?’
It was humiliating.
The fact that someone else now knew I’d begged Duke Bellaste for love.
“I’m sorry, Larien.”
It didn’t matter whether she truly felt remorse or not.
“The damage is already done. What good is an apology now?”
“Larien…”
I didn’t want to talk to Duchess Bellaste anymore.
“As His Grace said, the past can’t be undone. And I never even got a chance to change it. So please, don’t worry about it anymore.”
Just as it had been from the beginning.
Just as in that moment when they’d wanted to get rid of Larien.
Keeping exactly that distance would be enough.
“Don’t apologize to me.”
I didn’t want to get hurt further, and I had no strength left to bear it.
‘I’ll have to leave tonight.’
I wanted to escape this place—and Duke Bellaste—as soon as possible.
[This is the timeline separator]When I returned to the annex, Mary handed me a small box filled with macarons.
“Mary, what’s this?”
“Marquis Rowe came and left this for you.”
They were macarons from Lumon Bakery, my favorite.
“He asked me to tell you he’s sorry.”
“…Jade?”
Macarons were what Jade always gave me whenever we fought.
‘When was the first time Jade gave me macarons?’
It was when I was fifteen—the day Jade grabbed some young nobleman by the collar after he’d confessed to me.
When I told him to apologize, he stubbornly insisted he’d done nothing wrong.
I’d been so frustrated that he wouldn’t even explain why he’d lost control and attacked the young man that I told him I wouldn’t see him for a while.
That’s when Jade sent me macarons, just like today—with a note saying he was sorry and promising never to do it again.
The macarons were Jade’s peace offering.
‘Don’t let your heart soften. You’ve already decided to leave.’
I tore my gaze away from the macaron box and took out the pink-hued potion.
“…Mary, my maternal uncle gave me a ticket for Le Cach. We’ll be departing tonight. If I drink this, I’ll transform into the last person I touched.”
“If you drink that potion and leave as yourself, Miss, even if someone recognizes you, it’ll be fine.”
“Yes. Go ahead and rent a carriage first. We can’t use the Bellaste family’s carriage—it might give us away.”
“Yes, I’ll wait by the back gate. Please come carefully.”
Mary left the annex first to secure a carriage.
I fiddled with the macaron box I’d tucked into the drawer.
‘If I leave a letter, Jade will feel at ease.’
I wrote down everything I wanted to say to Jade on the stationery. Knowing I’d never see him again, I poured out all my feelings.
[ Hello, Jade.This is the first time I’ve ever written you a letter. You once asked me to write one, remember?
Back then, I refused because it felt awkward and like a bother—I never thought this letter would be both the first and the last.
By the time you read this, you’ll probably have already heard about me. I received the macarons—thank you. I forgive you.
I won’t be able to see you or be by your side anymore, but I’ll never forget the time we spent together.
Live happily. Keep smiling. That’s all I wish for you. You’ll grant me this one request, won’t you?
Jade, thank you for being my friend.
– Larien. ]
Just as I placed the final period, I saw the moon in the dim early dawn, shining with a pristine, noble light.
‘Time to go.’
After tucking away the letter, I drank the potion—and the effect came instantly.
My hair turned deep gray, my eyes reflected green hues, and the prominent freckles dusting both cheeks confirmed I’d transformed into Mary.
‘Once the Duke learns I’ve vanished, he’ll hunt me down.’
To fully escape his grasp, faking my death might be best.
“…Fire?”
I heard the crackling of logs burning rapidly.
If I set the annex on fire, it would look as though I’d perished…
‘When I was a sparrow, my small size would’ve made them assume I burned up.’
I swallowed hard and approached the fireplace, grabbing an unburnt log and hurling it into the room.
As flames roared to life, I locked the door behind me and stepped out of the annex.
But then—
“Stop right there.”
On my way to the back gate, Uriel blocked my path and strode briskly toward me.
“…My respects, Marquis.”
“Aren’t you Larien’s personal maid? Where are you going at this hour?”
I bit my lip to keep from showing my surprise.
I’d drunk the potion precisely for situations like this. Realizing that appearing nervous would look even more suspicious, I relaxed my hunched shoulders.
“I’m running an errand for Miss—just a quick trip outside.”
“What errand requires going out so late?”
Uriel remained deeply suspicious and wouldn’t let me pass.
I needed an urgent yet plausible excuse—one serious enough to justify sending a maid out late, yet discreet enough to avoid suspicion.
‘If I say Count Boston is unwell, he probably won’t press further.’
I feigned a worried expression, crafting a reason I hoped he’d accept.
“Miss’s maternal uncle, Count Boston, isn’t feeling well. She’s worried and asked me to go see him.”
“…Count Boston?”
As expected, Uriel’s stern expression softened.
“She must be very worried.”
It was the kind of answer that showed he understood why ‘Mary’ would be out at this hour.
“…I have something to say to her. I should head to the annex for a moment.”
I urgently grabbed Uriel’s arm as he turned toward the annex.
“Ah—Miss is asleep right now! If you tell me, I’ll pass it along!”
“Then tell her I’m trying to persuade Father about the Crown Princess competition, so she shouldn’t worry too much.”
Uriel’s concern felt strange to me.
‘Why has he been trying to stop the Duke lately?’
As the heir to Duke Bellaste, Uriel would benefit more from having a sister as Crown Princess.
I watched Uriel’s back as he walked toward the private training grounds.
“Miss! Over here!”
Hearing Mary’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I held my breath and hurried toward the back gate.
The back gate of the annex was overgrown with thorny vines, making passage impossible—so no guards were stationed there. Hidden among the bushes nearby was a hole I’d used many times to sneak out.
Crawling through, I found Mary waiting beside an unmarked carriage.
“Miss, you took longer than expected—I thought something had happened!”
“I ran into Uriel on my way out. I had to make up an excuse because he looked suspicious.”
Once inside the carriage, I finally exhaled the breath I’d been holding in tension.
As we approached the bustling district, I spotted a post office and briefly halted the carriage.
“Mary, put this letter in the mailbox.”
“It’s for Marquis Rowe, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Mary stepped down from the carriage and dropped the letter into the mailbox.
‘Jade… if you receive this letter…’
I suddenly wondered whether Jade would truly grieve upon hearing I’d died in the fire.
Even when his long-cherished horse—whom he’d had since childhood—passed away, Jade had remained indifferent.
All he’d murmured quietly was that he’d lasted longer than expected.
Perhaps it was because of the emotionless look in his eyes—as if the horse had been nothing more than a fleeting pet.
I remembered how his father had gifted him the horse and how Jade had introduced it as something he treasured. His flat response had shocked me then.
It wasn’t grief he’d held back—it was that his eyes held no emotion at all.
For some reason, I felt he’d forget me as easily as he had that horse, and that thought left me strangely disappointed.
‘Then I just won’t forget.’
Determined not to lose our memories, I silently replayed every moment we’d shared.
Our clumsy but joyful spring waltz at the debutante ball.
Jade’s hand as he escorted me to the center of the hall—it had felt so warm.
Thinking of the child who would never again feel his warmth made my eyes sting.
‘Jade, I’ll raise our baby well. I’ll give them all the love—yours and mine both.’
Dong, dong, dong.
The clear chime of the clock tower marking the hour echoed around me.
‘I must go now to catch the ship.’
With a wish for Jade’s happiness in my heart, I dropped the letter into the mailbox and hurried toward Venice Harbor.
“Miss, before boarding the ship, I should transform into a mouse.”
“Sit on my shoulder. My hair will hide you.”
I picked up mouse-Mary, concealed her, and stepped out of the carriage.
Scanning the docks, I spotted a ship adorned with Boston’s emblem—the snowdrop flower.
I handed my ticket to the sailor standing at the gangway.
“Welcome aboard, Viscountess Diane Boston. I’ll escort you to your private cabin.”
The sailor bowed deeply upon seeing my ticket and courteously guided me.
As I stepped onto the ship, the roar of crashing waves filled my ears, and a cool breeze blew.
The salty tang of seawater carried the scent of winter.
A cold touch brushed my cheek. I looked up—and pristine white snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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Chapter Comments (13)
if only you hadn’t said we’re just friends when jade Larien asked about your relationship. this is your fault.
jade, i wasn’t upset about your situation. you claimed to know everything.
you deserved it.congratulations, Larien. you’ve gotten rid of the people who treated you badly
Inline Comments (11)
I tried to widen the distance between us, but the remaining space was already ti
I wonder how he is going to react when he meets lobelia…
"Weren't you naming her that because you couldn't forget me?"
This guy needs to grovel when he finds out. Like seriously
Blanche—she could have been his daughter.
Really hit the nail on the head here. This is gonna be a slow burn.
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agustus_orchid
Larien, you went through a lot of difficulty.
i hope you will always be happy in the remaining years of your life.
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it was good to pretend he died because of the fire. there’s no body.
agustus_orchid
i’m not upset about Jade. for me, it’s Adrien 2. don’t forgive him.