Pregnant With The Wolf's Child (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
“…It’s so hard.”
Late at night, I collapsed onto my bed as usual.
In the morning, I studied accounting ledgers and learned how to secure funds necessary for business.
In the afternoon, I had been immersed in Boston history—the curriculum reserved for heirs—for quite some time now.
It would soon be a year since I settled in Le Cach.
“Miss, you must be exhausted?”
“A bit. Aaron is such a strict teacher. I barely grasp one thing, and he teaches me ten more.”
At my grumbling, Mary gently patted my shoulder.
“Soon, your little one will be born.”
“Yeah. They said the due date is next month.”
My once-flat belly had now swelled enough that I could feel the baby’s movements. Whenever I called, “Baby,” the child would kick as if in reply.
That movement, letting me know the baby was there, filled me with pride, as if I’d protected them well.
I placed my hand on my belly and spoke softly to the baby.
Normally, the baby would stir quietly, but for some reason, today was unusually still.
“Hehe, perhaps the little one has fallen asleep. Oh, by the way, Miss—you barely ate during dinner earlier. Was the food not to your liking?”
“Ever since I got pregnant, my taste has changed. I used to love all kinds of seafood, but lately, even the sight of it makes me feel queasy.”
“What should we do? You should’ve said something—we could’ve asked the kitchen to prepare something else.”
“It’s fine. I’m not really that hungry. Besides, maybe the baby’s just taken after me and turned into a sleepyhead.”
Suddenly, I wondered what form the baby would manifest once they reached the awakening age.
“Mary… what if the baby takes after Jade and becomes a wolf?”
“Hmm… since you’ve been separated from Marquis Rowe for so long, maybe they’ll manifest as a sparrow, just like you?”
It was said that a baby in the womb was most influenced by the parent they were closest to during gestation.
“That’s true. After all, I haven’t seen Jade in a while.”
“Exactly. Don’t worry, Miss.”
I set aside my unnecessary anxiety, certain the baby would manifest as a sparrow.
Though the baby was quiet, my stomach suddenly ached strangely.
“Why does my belly hurt so much?”
“Could it be from overexerting yourself? You should go to sleep early.”
“…Yeah. I think I will.”
Even after Mary prepared my bed and left, I tossed and turned for a long while.
Unlike before, my abdomen now throbbed as if pierced by something sharp, and my legs felt damp. Checking the sheets, I saw my water had broken.
‘But it’s still before the due date…’
Intense pain soon overwhelmed me, and I barely managed to pull the cord for help. Not long after, Mary and the midwife rushed in to assist with the delivery.
It was pain unlike anything I’d ever felt in my life.
In my first life, when I was crushed by a truck, it hurt—but it ended quickly.
Compared to that, the prolonged, rhythmic contractions made even screaming feel impossible.
“The baby isn’t moving. If this continues much longer, it’ll become dangerous.”
What exhausted me most was the midwife’s worry—the baby’s condition wasn’t good.
“Miss, please stay strong! You mustn’t lose consciousness…”
“M-Mary…”
Through my fading awareness, I heard Mary calling me, her voice thick with tears as she held my hand. I clung once more to my slipping consciousness.
‘I can’t give up like this.’
I slowly regulated my breathing and summoned strength again.
“…Aaaahhh!”
At last, the baby emerged into the world.
“Congratulations—you have a beautiful daughter.”
The midwife carefully placed the tiny infant beside me.
She was so astonishingly beautiful that words couldn’t capture it. Though giving birth had been agonizing, just seeing her face filled me only with joy.
Truthfully, because she was born prematurely, I’d feared she might be unwell—but to my relief, the baby was perfectly healthy.
Her light brown hair and sea-colored eyes tinged with violet were unmistakable.
She was born an exact replica of me.
‘I thought she’d inherit either Jade’s silver hair or crimson eyes…’
There wasn’t a single trace of Jade in her—but perhaps that was for the best.
If she’d been born with silver hair or red eyes, people would surely ask whose she resembled.
‘If she ever longs to see the father who gave her those same eyes…’
I never wanted my child to suffer because of Jade, whom she’d never even meet.
“…Baby.”
I gently poked the baby’s cheek with my finger. Seemingly annoyed, she scrunched her nose and fussed with her lips.
As I tried to pull my hand away, she grasped my index finger.
As if she somehow knew I was her mother, she held my finger tightly and wouldn’t let go.
Watching my child lean on me so trustingly made my heart swell with a tender, bittersweet emotion.
Strangely, tears welled up—my baby had come safely into this world, and I was so proud.
“…I couldn’t give you everything, little one.”
My poor baby, who would live her whole life never knowing her father.
“But whatever I can give you now, I’ll give you all of it.”
The baby’s sweet scent reminded me of my own mother—a woman I’d never seen.
‘Why did our mother abandon me?’
Now that I’d given birth myself, I understood even less why she’d left me at the orphanage.
I wanted to ask her—when she carried me, as I grew inside her—did she ever love me at all?
‘Rachel knew she’d die giving birth to Larien… how desperately must she have clung to her?’
At the same time, I pitied Rachel for leaving Larien behind as she died.
“Have you decided on a name for the baby?”
I’d spent every spare moment pondering what to name her.
‘There were many names with beautiful meanings…’
Then I remembered—Jade’s mother, the late Marchioness Lowe, was named Blanche.
Blanche.
It meant a pure white light that reflects all colors yet shines solely in its own.
‘Even just a little… I should leave something behind to show she’s Jade’s daughter.’
I also liked the meaning—that she would shine in her own color, untainted by others.
Though I didn’t want her to know about her father, I couldn’t bear to erase Jade completely—an impossible contradiction tangled in my heart.
I soothed the fussing baby, gently rubbing her cheek.
“Good girl, Blanche.”
The moment our eyes met, Blanche immediately stopped crying and squirmed happily. It tickled my heart like a sprout unfurling in my chest.
As if she’d never cried at all, she gazed up at me quietly.
Then, as if understanding her name was Blanche, she smiled brightly.
“…Blanche. Thank you for being born.”
And so, I gained my first true family.
[This is the timeline separator]Blanche began babbling, soon mastered rolling over, and before I knew it, she was crawling everywhere, growing quickly.
Blanche’s existence was my joy—and my everything.
So curious was she that she loved exploring every corner of the house.
Balancing childcare and lessons, days flew by faster than when I was pregnant.
Yet I was happy. Simply seeing Blanche’s bright smile melted away all my fatigue like snow in sunlight.
Through Blanche, I discovered emotions I never thought I’d feel.
I picked up Blanche, who was busily wiggling beside me as I reviewed documents.
“My baby’s unusually quiet today.”
When Blanche snuggled into my arms with affection, warmth filled me.
“Ma!”
Blanche opened her little mouth and made a sound. I stared at her in disbelief—surely I’d misheard.
“…Blanche. What did you just say?”
“Mama!”
As if to prove that “Mama” was indeed the word she’d uttered, Blanche called out energetically again.
“Blanche, did you just call me ‘Mama’?”
Tears spilled out uncontrollably.
I was overwhelmed—already, the day had come when she called me Mama.
Blanche occasionally reminded me of Jade.
No one had taught her, yet she naturally developed into a left-hander, just like him.
She even inherited Jade’s shyness—she rarely let anyone hold her unless their face was familiar.
Moreover, the day a child her age from the neighborhood came to play,
Blanche clung tightly to me and frightened the visitor so badly they had to be sent home.
Watching that, I recalled how Jade must have been as a child—and I was startled.
Jade had behaved just like Blanche now: baring his teeth to scare off children who approached wanting to play.
Worried Blanche might inherit Jade’s slight social flaws, I began gently instilling lessons in her.
Just as I’d once drilled into Jade that life was precious, I taught Blanche to get along well with friends.
It seemed to work—after that, Blanche played nicely with others.
Relieved that she was growing differently from Jade, I now waited only for the day Blanche would manifest.
I was certain she’d become a sparrow.
But now, as Blanche—having just learned to walk—stood holding onto the desk,
I felt no joy like the day she first called me “Mama.”
“Mary… those things on Blanche’s head—only I can see them, right?”
“T-That can’t be! Has Lady Blanche manifested already? Unless both you and I have gone blind…”
Perked upright on either side of Blanche’s head were wolf ears, covered in silver fur.
“It seems… Lady Blanche has manifested not as a sparrow, but as a wolf…”
As if to mock my denial, Blanche had indeed manifested—as a wolf.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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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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That chapter was an absolute good ! . I honestly cannot wait to see what happens next.
Ugh.. All these drama happened just because they can’t be truthful with one another. What a pain.
There would be no story without all these misunderstandings.