Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 56
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 56 Bet Your One Night
Tanya’s POV:
I race towards the two, my hands pressing firmly against Raphael’s chest, shoving him away from Mr.
Barlow. Of course, my hand meets with the b*ull*y’s rippled chest, and I can barely push him. He
chuckles at my feeble attempt, only stepping back with a malicious grin.
Raphael isn’t as tall as Marco, but he is still a decent height for a male. And he didn’t get *s*sed as a
b*ull*y for no reason. Although muscr, there is no smooth elegance or refinement to his physic.
Raphael is a rough piece of work, as if he has been carved with a blunt knife. Curated with jagged
edges, a shaggy unkempt beard and buzz cut. He is like a rusty machete, worn, weathered, and
ragged, but still dangerous enough to cut you and give you a nasty infection.
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“Stop! Stop this nonsense!” I yell, decently fearful, as I feel a close friendship with Mr. Barlow. Even
with his annoying old man tendencies. I don’t want to see him getting hurt.
Everyone stays away from Raphael and tries hard not to get in his way, including myself. And for good
reason too, while the color of his eyes matches mine, I know my optics are a soft and soothing sage,
like the forest leaves. While his are unsettling like a coiled snake, piercing as he stares at his prey.
Course Raphael doesn’t seem to care about my concerns, he viciously turns to me, all intensifying my
fear as he yells in my face. “Go away woman! This isn’t any of your business. This lunatic owes me
money. So, I have the right to take anything from him that is of equal value to the money I’m owed,” he
points sharply at the badge he has snatched away previously. “This badge covers it, and I have every
right to take it!”
“NO! That’s mine you bastard,” Mr. Barlow wails.
I frantically think of a way to deescte the situation. “Let me pay for the money he owes. I can give
you the money you want,” from the money I have saved up from working at the perfume shop I am sure
could probably gather enough money to pay off Raphael. And even if that isn’t enough, I can ask others
for help.
But despite my offer, Raphael just scoffs, shaking his head in clear disapproval. “No, I’ll only take his
money. You aren’t the one paying the money. He is!” the terms seem totally unfair, and a clear attempt
to just cause more problems for Mr. Barlow for no good reason.
It is as if Raphael enjoys the chaos he caused for the rest of us. As if he revels in creating havoc and
invoking fear. His tyrant behavior is sickening to me. Why would any want to cause this much disruption
in other people’s lives?
But I couldn’t get into the mind of the male before me, I could only try to plead and reason with him. I
watch the look in Raphael’s eyes shift into something different, behind them I sense the gears in his
head turning in malevolent thought process. His gaze trails down my body in a slow and methodical
manner, licking his lips in clear temptation. My heart sinks as the hairs on the back of my neck stand.
“But… if you’re so desperate to help this pathetic old man, I’m willing to make a bet with you.”
“A bet?” I ask. Mr. Barlow behind me has now fallen silent, he too trying to decipher what Raphael is
about to ask of me. Apprehension rises in us all knowing of Raphael’s malicious tendencies.
“Yeah, if you win, I’ll return the badge. But if you don’t win,” the grin on his lips stretches poisonously.
“You stay with me for the night… alone, just the two of us,” I shrink in growing despair as Raphael
inches closer lustfully, clearly liking what he saw. His hand reaches out, desperate to caress my face
and skin.
But we both flinch in response to Marco’s primal growl erupting in the air between. Marco moves
suddenly. He viciously ps the hand away from my face, and rushes into Raphael’s personal space,
forcing the shorter man to back away as Marco towers over him dominantly, wolflike in his method of
intimidation, whilst baring down a formidable re.
“I’ll bet against you,” Marco’s voice is low, and yet brutal in its delivery. Raphael even attempts to puff
his chest to not seem afraid, but he’s no match to Marco’s Alpha like qualities.
“Oh yeah? And what do you have to offer?” he says as he res back.
“You can cut off one of my arms if I lose,” My mouth gapes in pure horror and disbelief. And I’m almost
relieved when Raphael refuses, i
“Hell nah! Why would I want your arm? It’s no use to me!” My hand presses against my chest, as I try
to calm my racing heart. I look utterly panicked, and Raphael picks up on this. I see that evil grin once
again take its ce on his lips before he rolls his eyes.
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“Fine, but Tanya has topete against me. Not you,” he either knows that he is no match against
Marco in any and all situations, or he wants to get closer to me. “You sure you can trust her with your
life man? Are you willing to risk your arm for this?”
A chill runs up my spine, I rush to grab Marco’s arm, turning his attention to me. “Marco, this is crazy.
Don’t do this. We can get the badge back some other way. You’ve only known me for a couple of days,
you shouldn’t be risking your life and limb for me. What if I lose?”
He doesn’t seem to register, or tantly ignores the desperate pleading in my eyes. He remains
focused in his gaze, so overly confident which I can’t understand why. He shakes his head and leans
closer to me to exin. “You might be right Tanya. And despite the fact that I initially doubted your
morality, my wolfpletely trusts you. And if he trusts you, then that’s a good enough reason for me
to trust you too.”
My eyes widen in disbelief, but I can’t utter a response before Marco turns back to Raphael, scoffing in
full fledge confidence. “Tanya has my full confidence, let’s do this.”
Raphael is clearly surprised but tries to hide this. “Fine, so if Tanya wins, I will return the badge, but if
she doesn’t win, you will lose your arm. This way.”
The b*ull*y takes the four of us to the site of the Blue Moon Tree as his chosen location for us to
compete. I couldn’t fathom any idea of how the Blue Moon Tree could be involved in his ns. And so,
I ask, “Why are we here?
He smiles at me smugly. “Thepet*ition is whoever can make the Blue Moon Tree sparkle and
shine its dazzling glow within thirty minutes. If you do. You win.”
I’m utterly d*um*bfounded, looking at the Tree and then back at Raphael, before peering down at my
watch. It’s already dusk, and the Blue Moon Flowers unveil their natural glow in about forty minutes’
time. But that is on their own ord, like any natural nt, it ispletely impossible to f*orc*e the
flowers to open up before their said time. Raphael’s request is totally absurd.
“You’re tricking me. What you’re asking me to do is impossible. Not only I can’t do it, but you wouldn’t
be able to do it either. Thispet*ition is pointless,” I say in bewilderment.
He smiles wickedly, “I don’t have to win to keep in the badge. I specifically said that it’s only if you ‘win’
that I’ll return the badge. But if it’s a tie, then I still keep the badge and Marco has to lose his arm,” he
manicallyughs at my despair, and it’s then I realize that Marco has made a bet with the wrong man. A
man with no morals ormon sense. We are helpless.
I want to sink deep down into a hole of nothingness as I would be responsible for not only losing Mr.
Barlow’s badge, but also forcing Marco to cut off his arm! My eyes are welling up in tears as I’m near
breaking point, until…
Through my watery pupils, I see a small butterfly gracefully flutter past my field of view. Extravagant
colors shade its wings as it hovers nearby, before flying away. At this moment, my eyes light up with an
idea that gives me a solution to this terrible situation!