Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 3 One Night Stand

Tanya’s POV:

“Who are you?” the menacing voice growled.

“I…” I stuttered as I tried to say something, anything; but my mind was blank. It took all my willpower to stay awake and I lacked the energy to form any coherent sentence. The room was dark and all I could see was a dark figure in the shape of a man. The only source of light in the room was the dim rays of moonlight that spilled into the room from the open windows, but it wasn’t enough to fully illuminate the room.

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“Who are you and what are you doing in my room?” the voice said.

I wanted to say this was my room; that he was the intruder; that he had no right to interrogate me, but all I did was stagger and stumble into his arms. I was shocked when I saw a pair of icy blue eyes and realized that it was the same man I saw in the crowd. His face lacked any emotions as he stared at me, patiently waiting for me to respond. He was n*ake*d, save for a small towel wrapped around his waist. The sight of his n*ake*d body completely disoriented me. It felt like I was in a trancelike state and all I wanted to do was wrap my hands around him.

“You…” he sniffed me and stammered. “Lily? Is that you? Lily.”

“Who’s Lily?” I thought to myself, unable to make my mouth move. “Why did he call me that name?”

The name felt strangely familiar as though I’d just heard it recently. I tried to remember the name but I was too hazed to think. I wanted to tell him that my name was Tanya, but all I managed to do was groan softly as he pressed his nose to my neck and inhaled deeply.

muttered softly into my ears while inhaling deeply. “You

about. All wolves have their own unique scent, all wolves except me. Then how could he say I smelt

gently put me on the bed and lay beside me. I could feel his breath on mine and it reeked of alcohol. His vision must have gone blurry because he was drunk and he relied on his sense of smell. Because Wolves had a faster metabolism, it took a long while for Wolves to get drunk though which meant he must have been very determined on getting drunk. I

were, I could not look away. I was enthralled by his gaze and it felt as though I was melting in his arms. The dim light of the moon allowed me to slightly see his face and it reeked of hunger, s*e*xual hunger. He ran his thick hands all over my body, eliciting soft, sensual m*oa*ns from

to resist the touch, the more it seemed impossible. Electricity seemed

same time. I thought about what Alina said. I needed to have fun and payback Brandon for cheating on me. What better way than

me?” he wrapped his hand around

my neck like a predator savoring the helplessness of his prey. His tongue clasped on

I m*oa*ned. “Please. It’s my

to glow in the dark. In my fugue, sensual state, I didn’t want to take it off. His hard gaze softened when I mentioned my mom and his lips slid to mine, kissing me with incredible

he called me this name

bother to think about it. All I wanted at the

his. I wanted him so badly and he was taking too long

too inebriated to say anything; I just laid there, waiting for him to dominate me as I wanted. He must have sensed that I craved him just as much as he craved me and he pulled off my gown with such speed that I gasped in anticipation of what was to come. My mind told me I was doing something wrong, but I was distracted by his incredible body

and pierced my soul. It was such an incredible feeling that I got lost in the myriad of emotions that swirled through me. With each passing second, the pain receded and the got so intense that I

Alina’s POV:

I groaned impatiently and stared at the horizon

hoping my plan worked. The plan was simple; drug Tanya and lure her to hotel room

been seeing Brandon behind Tanya’s back for weeks, and I’d come up with a perfect excuse to separate both of them. Since Brandon couldn’t break up with Tanya without any real reason and he couldn’t be caught cheating on her as that would hurt his reputation, I had to come up with a convincing excuse for a breakup;

I would show up with