Pregnant With The Wolf's Child (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14
I taught Blanche, who had manifested as a wolf, how to tuck her wolf ears in, but it was no use.
Perhaps because she was a hybrid born between Jade and me, who belonged to different species, she didn’t even know how to fully transform into a beastkin.
Blanche grew sullen each time she failed to hide her wolf ears.
Seeing Blanche unable to control it properly made me feel guilty—it all seemed to stem from me.
If I hadn’t fled to Le Cach and instead had Blanche elsewhere…
She would’ve been treated as a mongrel by the Rowe cadet branches, who held strong notions of superiority.
Even Jade, born between a white wolf father and a red wolf mother, had been mocked as a mongrel.
Of course, Jade, whose temperament wasn’t mild, wouldn’t stand for being called a mongrel—he beat those cadet members so badly they never dared open their mouths again.
“…Even if Blanche had heard such things, would Jade have protected her?”
I knew it was a meaningless hypothetical, yet seeing Blanche increasingly resemble Jade made me imagine it.
The image of Jade standing beside Blanche and me.
“Blanche! My treasure!”
Count Boston’s voice calling for Blanche echoed from outside.
‘My maternal uncle has arrived.’
I hoped Count Boston, still unaware that Blanche had manifested as a wolf, wouldn’t be too shocked.
I picked up Blanche, who had been stacking wooden blocks, and went out to greet Count Boston.
“Grandfather came all this way to see our Blanche—you should greet him, right?”
“…Mm-hmm.”
Blanche buried her face in my chest, hiding from Count Boston, whom she hadn’t seen in a while and now seemed unfamiliar.
“You’re here, Maternal Uncle?”
“How have you been, Larien? I brought gifts for our Blanche. These cherries are the ones Blanche likes to eat, that’s the rabbit doll she loves, and those behind….”
“Goodness, bringing so much every time you visit must be tiring.”
“Tiring? Blanche is my treasure. Ever since she was born, I can’t focus on anything—I just count the days until I can come see her again.”
Count Boston had brought far too many presents.
“By the way, hasn’t Blanche manifested as a sparrow yet?”
“…Maternal Uncle, about that.”
“You should start teaching her how to fly soon. I’m worried her manifestation is taking too long.”
Count Boston’s face lit up the moment Blanche lifted her head from my arms.
“Goodness, our Blanche! You’re wearing such a cute hairpin!”
“Um, Maternal Uncle… that’s not a hairpin.”
He hadn’t noticed at all that Blanche had manifested as a wolf.
Even I sometimes wondered how Blanche could possibly have been born between Jade and me.
Aaron had even remarked that Blanche’s case was so rare—practically nonexistent—that he’d considered publishing a paper on it.
“Maternal Uncle, Blanche has manifested as a wolf.”
“Huh? Larien, what are you talking about? A wolf?”
Before revealing the truth, I covered Blanche’s ears completely and whispered to Count Boston.
“You might find this hard to believe, but Blanche’s father… is a wolf.”
Just like the day I first told him I was pregnant, Count Boston’s mouth fell wide open.
“…Larien, that’s quite the joke.”
“It’s not a joke, Maternal Uncle.”
Seeing Count Boston’s expression harden, Blanche, frightened, burst into tears.
“Waaahhh!”
“Oh dear, Blanche—it’s not that Grandfather is angry. Shh, shh.”
Count Boston signaled with his eyes that we should talk again after calming Blanche down first.
I went back inside, soothed Blanche until she fell asleep, and returned.
“Maternal Uncle.”
“…How’s Blanche?”
“It’s her nap time, so she fell asleep quickly.”
I faced Count Boston, who had been waiting by the door.
“So Blanche’s biological father truly is a wolf?”
Still unable to believe it, Count Boston kept repeating the question.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Even I was shocked when I first learned Blanche existed—it’s impossible for different species to conceive, after all.”
“I still can’t believe it. Truthfully, since conception between different species is impossible, I thought she wasn’t really your daughter.”
“But Blanche looks so much like me.”
“…True. She resembles you exactly as you did when you were young.”
Count Boston voiced his complicated feelings.
“Larien, can you finally tell me who Blanche’s father is?”
Now that Blanche had manifested as a wolf, hiding it any longer was pointless.
“Jade is Blanche’s father.”
“…Jade Lowe?”
Count Boston’s expression grew even graver than when I’d revealed her father was a wolf.
“Marquis Rowe—that man has just become engaged to Lady Wins.”
“Engaged to Lady Wins… I see.”
“That scoundrel. I should cut off all dealings with Rowe.”
“Please don’t, Maternal Uncle. I ran away without telling Jade about the pregnancy, and I already knew he would become engaged to Lady Wins.”
While explaining to Count Boston, who clearly resented Jade, I couldn’t help feeling a bit down myself.
‘I knew Jade’s personality well enough that he wouldn’t care, but still… it stings a little.’
His promise not to marry Lady Wins had been nothing but a fleeting lie.
I was glad I hadn’t been fooled by him, yet felt lonely all the same.
‘To Jade, I’m already just a dead childhood friend.’
I forcibly pushed away that sudden, inexplicable pang of disappointment.
“Anyway, I never expected Blanche to manifest as a wolf. Shouldn’t we tell Marquis Rowe now?”
I did wonder—if Jade had been here, might things have turned out better?
But it was only a fantasy, given he was already engaged to Lady Wins and such a birth was deemed impossible.
If Jade found out about Blanche manifesting as a wolf, she’d inevitably endure Rowe’s brutal training.
The thought of Blanche being thrown onto a snow-capped mountain horrified me to my core.
It didn’t matter at all that Blanche had manifested as a wolf.
No matter her form, she was my child to protect.
“Maternal Uncle, whether Blanche is a sparrow or a wolf, I only want to raise her as my own.”
“…We could include Blanche in the family register, but the Boston line must continue through sparrow beastkin.”
Blanche, having manifested as a wolf, couldn’t carry on the Boston legacy of sparrow beastkin.
“I’m sorry if this sounds disappointing, but Blanche cannot become the heir who governs Boston.”
Count Boston apologized for something beyond his control.
I was already grateful he accepted Blanche as his own simply because she was my child, despite her being a completely different species.
“Disappointed? I’m thankful just that you’re willing to enter Blanche into the family register. Please don’t say such things. Thanks to you, Maternal Uncle, I was able to give birth to Blanche.”
“…Even so, Blanche being my granddaughter will never change.”
He patted my shoulder, adding that his support for Blanche would never waver.
“I remember the day you first came to me asking for help. Time truly flies.”
“You were very shocked back then, weren’t you?”
“Shocked? I was so shocked my heart’s still pounding even now.”
He broke the tense mood with a playful gesture.
I spent the whole night talking with Count Boston.
The long night passed pleasantly.
[This is the timeline separator]Four years passed since then.
In that time, after countless attempts, Blanche finally learned how to tuck her ears in.
Her ears still popped out when she got overly excited or felt unwell, but at least she knew how to control them somewhat.
Once she fully mastered it, she’d live an ordinary life.
“Huff!”
Blanche, celebrating her birthday, placed her hands on the table, stood up, and blew out the candles on her cake with all her might.
“Happy birthday, sweetie.”
I kissed Blanche’s cheek. She puffed out her plump cheeks and placed both hands on her hips.
“Shushu’s all grown up now, so no more kisses!”
She stuck out her belly with a serious expression—an utterly adorable sight.
“You’re only four years old.”
Aaron, standing nearby, chuckled and teased Blanche.
“Hmph, Uncle! Shushu is all grown up.”
“You’re still a tiny shrimp.”
“Shushu isn’t tiny! Not a shrimp!”
Mary and I shook our heads at the childish bickering.
“Aaron, what’ll we do if your mental age keeps matching Blanche’s as time goes on?”
“…Well. I just adjust to the kid.”
At Aaron’s awkward cough, Blanche burst into gleeful giggles.
“Oh? Did the little shrimp just laugh?”
“Shushu didn’t laugh! That was just wind escaping my lungs!”
“That means you laughed, you know? Do you even know where your lungs are?”
Blanche, undaunted, confidently shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it’s fine if it’s Shushu—she’s cute.”
“Being cute has nothing to do with it!”
Watching them squabble, I couldn’t help but smile.
I was so happy in this moment that my unhappy past didn’t even cross my mind.
“Shushu’s bored on her birthday. Mama, can you skip work today and play with Shushu?”
“What should I do? I have an important deal today and need to go to the merchant guild.”
“Hiiing… If you’re busy, I guess it can’t be helped.
Seeing her like this made me feel sorry for Blanche.
“Blanche, if you’re bored, should Mama call your friends over?”
“No! Don’t bring them. Shushu is fine alone.”
“But won’t you feel lonely by yourself? If your friends come…”
“Ugh! Jenny and Ellie aren’t Shushu’s friends!”
Blanche slammed down her cup after gulping her milk.
“Huh…? Did you fight with your friends?”
I was taken aback by Blanche’s answer.
“It wasn’t a fight! Jenny talks too much, and Ellie’s dumb. Shushu hates noisy, dumb things.”
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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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.