Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 5
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 5 I’m Pregnant
Tanya’s POV
The mmed door shakes terribly, making a loud sound that attracts everyone’s attention; hence
everyone turns to face Marco as he exits room 401. Shocked, I realize that I have underestimated how
tall and huge he is. He is at least a head taller than everyone in the hallway and his cold, icy eyes
sweep through the crowd in one swift nce.
“What’s the problem?” he says, leaning against the doorway to his room with a cup of whiskey in his
hands. “You all won’t let us sleep.”
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“It’s this b*itc*h,” Alina yells. “She cheated on her boyfriend.”
“Is that so?” he nces at me as though he has never seen me before in his entire life. “And what
makes you think so?” he calmly asks, his eyes still lock on my face. “What?” Alina asks, confused by
the question.
“You march in here,” he turns to face her, standing erect and dominating everyone with his incredible
physique. “Yelling and screaming at the top of your lungs that this pretty girl just cheated on her
boyfriend as though you caught her in bed with another man.”
Despite my ufortable situation, I blush slightly that he calls me pretty. It isn’t the first time that I’ve
been called that, in fact, I’ve been called pretty much more than I’ve been called my name; but,
somehow, the way he says it, sets my body on fire and I have a quick shback to the events of the
previous night. The crowd murmurs in agreement and turns to Alina and Brandon for an exnation.
Indeed, it does seem weird that they’ve just barged into the hotel and started using me of infidelity
with no evidence.
“Don’t you see?” Brandon yells at the crowd. “Her hair is unraveled, and see her puffy eyes.”
“Last night was wild,” Marco replies, his thick, ba*s*s voice easily overshadows Brandon’s and
commands the attention of the crowd. “Everyone was celebrating the engagement of Eric and Lily.
There were free drinks everywhere. It’s expected that most people would be hung over, and just like
this girl right here, would have puffy tired eyes, with scattered hair; a result ofst night’s hard party.”
Alina and Brandon exchange nervous nces. The public sentiment is already swinging in my favor
and it seems their evil n is backfiring on them.
“Don’t you see that she…” Alina stutters. “And who are you by the way?”
Marco smiles, exactly the way a viin will smile, “I’m just a guest of this hotel whose sleep you just
disturbed with your incessant yells and unconfirmed usations, so it’s only right that we get to the
bottom of this. It’s the least you can do for us for disturbing our sleep,” he yells, loud enough for the
crowd to hear him and they all seem to agree.
Angrily, Brandon steps closer to Marco. Brandon is one of the biggest men in our pack, but even he
seems like a miniature creature against Marco.
“Step away from this man,” Brandon growls, backing his words with wolfish power. “This is not your
fight.”
“But it is,” Marco snarls and the raw power that
emanates from him is so powerful that it makes Brandon avert his gaze and pushes the crowd a step
farther away from him. I am awed by his power and his charisma, and I can scarcely believe that I’ve
just spent night with such a powerful man.
“I presume you’re her sister,” he turns to Alina, and she recoils slightly from his attention. “Why are you
so eager to use your sister that she’s cheating? Even if her boyfriend is paranoid and believes his
girlfriend is cheating on him, shouldn’t you stand up for your sister and prove him wrong? Instead,
you’re the one instigating the usation. You both seem very certain that she cheated when she hasn’t
even been in her room.”
“Give me your keycard,” he whispers to me and I hastily passes it to him.
“Look here,” he yells to the crowd. “Her key card says 401 and she’s not even there yet.”
Everyone’s attention turns towards room 401 and the fat, old, rich businessman that stands, half-
n*ake*d, by the door.
“I wonder what this old man is doing in her room,” Marco sniggers. “Unless certain persons have
conspired to frame this innocent girl and set her up.”
The old man must sense that the n has backfired and decides to save himself by throwing Alina
under the bus. “It’s all her,” he yells in his gruff, rough voice and points to white-faced Alina. “It is all her
idea. She was supposed to lure the girl here. I already paid half of the agreed fee and she didn’t deliver
her end of the bargain.”
“Alina,” Marco smirks. “What is he talking about?”
“What nonsense?” Brandon yells and storms towards the fat old man, pushes him aside and pulls the
door wide open. “She definitely slept in this room…”
Everyone follows him but finds no traces that I’ve ever stepped into the room.
“I guess the old man’s saying the truth,” Marco says. “You should leave before the crowd decides to
punish you for disturbing their sleep.”
Brandon wants to fight, but Alina pulls his hands and they hurriedly leave the hotel amidst the
condemnation of the crowd. The excitement soon dies down and all the guests retreat back into their
room, chatting about the morning’s event. I want to thank Marco but he res at me and goes to his
room, shutting the door behind him.
Weeks pass, and I am back in the perfume shop, but I still find it very difficult to forget that day’s event.
Not because of Alina’s and Brandon’s treachery, but because of Marco’s heroism. I don’t know him, yet
he has saved me from a crushing shame. If Alina and Brandon have gotten their way, I would have
been branded an ingrate and a cheat. It is bad enough that most people don’t see me as a true
member of the pack since I’ve not been able to make my wolf manifest, if they have a real reason to
throw me out, they would have already.
I chuckle slightly to myself as I remember how Marco has easily destroyed the ns of Brandon and
Alina. He is so ruthless with his words that he makes me shiver in awe and fear. He is also very
attractive that I sometimes imagine myself wrapped in his arms. Though I can’t quite clearly remember
the details of what happened when we spent the night together, I remember enough to know that it
feels really good.
“Get a grip on yourself,” I chide myself. “You don’t even know him.”
“Hey girls,” Malik smiles as he pulls his coat closer to his body on his way out of the shop. “I’m heading
out,” he says to ra and me. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Of course, boss,” ra chuckles. “We’ll hold the fort.” “I trust you will,” Malik smiles back. “You okay,
Tanya?” He asks me and I nod my affirmation.
“He’s so cute, isn’t he?” ra says to me after Malik is out of the shop and out of earshot.
“He’s married,” I chuckle.
“That’s the only reason I’m not all over him,” sheughs. “Are you sure you’re alright? You don’t look
well.”
“I’m fine,” I smile. “Just tired.”
“Okay,” she replies and turns back to her work.
ra is the shop’s clerk. While I focus on creating the perfume, she focuses on creating an inventory
and making sure the perfumes are good enough for sale. Though we are colleagues, we never really
bonded so it is difficult to tell her that I am not fine; that I’ve been feeling strange since that night at the
hotel.
“I’m fine,” I tell myself for the umpteenth time, ignoring the ring nausea in my stomach and focusing
on my work. I have already vomited four times that day and ra is already looking at me in a funny
way. I try really hard to ignore the nausea that builds up within me, but it merely grows stronger and I
have to scamper to the toilet to let it all out. When Ie out, ra is waiting for me outside, hands at
her side and ring at me.
“What?” I ask, trying to shield myself from her prating gaze.
“You’re pregnant,” she pronounces and steps close to me, pulling my eyelid open and rubbing her
hands on my stomach. “Yep, you’re definitely pregnant. I didn’t realize you were already shagging
Brandon.”
“What? It’s impossible,” I protest. “I can’t be pregnant.”
I push her out of the way and walk to my station, ignoring ra’s inquisitive look. The only person I
have s*e*x with is Marco, an absolute stranger that I know nothing about. Although I try to deny it and
disprove ra’s words, I know she is probably right. I’ve noticed the symptoms but am unwilling to
admit it. But I need confirmation to really know for sure.
“I’m leaving early,” I announce to ra and storm out of the shop before she can stop me. I march to
the nearest drug store, buy a pregnancy s*tri*p test and march home. In my haste, I sh with Alina
but I totally ignore her. Luckily for me, she ignores me too and I go to the bathroom to test myself. I hold
my breath while I wait for the result.
“Oh my god!” I squeal when the resultes out, and the pregnancy s*tri*p falls from my shaking
hands. “This can’t be right.”