Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 4 The Girl With My Boyfriend Is My Sister

At Present

Tanya’s POV:

The man is unruffled as I scream my lungs out. He just gazes at me with those wicked, cold eyes that send chills down my spine, making me scream louder. Although it is only for a few seconds, it feels like I am screaming forever; yet the man doesn’t blink. He just keeps staring at me with those icy, cold eyes.

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“Who are you?” I ask, confused and startled that I am n*ake*d, in bed, with a man that I clearly don’t know. I subconsciously touch my neck. Luckily, at least he didn’t mark me.

“I think I should be the one asking you who you are?” his voice is cold.

He drags his icy blue eyes all over me and when his gaze rests on my face, I shiver slightly as the room seems to get colder. His gaze is filled with raw, cold power that envelops me like an invisible cold fog.

“No, I should be,” I whine nervously. “You’re in my room. You’re n*ake*d and sleeping on my bed.” I wring my hands together, trying to hide the anxiety that threatens to overwhelm me.

I try to remember what happened and how I got there. The room is a mess. The man’s towel hangs on the window railing while Alina’s gown is crumpled at the foot of the bed. My pants and bra are on the opposite part of the room and the bed itself looks like it has survived a third world war.

“My name is Macro,” he hisses at me, as if he thinks what I just said is ridiculous. “Who are you?”

As he speaks, sharp, long fingers grow from his hands and he nonchalantly snaps his knuckles. His movements are slow, mesmerizing, and very dangerous. “My name is Tanya,” I wheeze, gasping in fear as I stare at his terrifying hand. “This is my room. I was at the bar last night and I got drunk and came to sleep it off in my room.”

Marco suddenly snaps, startling

my keycard to prove

the room trying to find the keycard that Alina gave me the previous day. He watches me closely, probably wondering what game I am playing. I breathe in relief when I finally find the keycard. It is crumpled and rough, and tossed in a corner of the

glance at his face. He is even more handsome as the morning sun casts a bright warm glow on his skin. I find myself staring at his body, wondering how such a handsome, hot man can have such a cold, expressionless gaze. “Is this some trickery?” Marco asks, staring at the keycard

you mean?” I ask, startled by the deep timbre in his

announces.

gasp, unwilling to believe that he is saying the truth. There is no way I am the intruder, “Are you

air; but I am me and I flail and stumble before I catch the keycard. I am extremely embarra*s*sed as I subtly glance at him but he just keeps glaring at me without making any remark. I clear my throat and look at the

the keycard. “This can’t be right,” I murmur,

voice stops me, “And

on the door,” I reply solemnly while

he scoffs and I look down, remembering that I am n*ake*d. The ruckus of waking up beside a stranger has made me forget that I am stark n*ake*d. I dash to the bed, wrap the

gasp, immediately hating myself. I walk back to the room, wishing that the floor will open and

he’s caught me red-handed and there is no point lying. “Who sent you? Eric?

of a terribly awkward situation, pleading,

bed with someone and I needed a drink. But after just

the day I was supposed to have s*e*x with Brandon for the first time. I

meeting his eyes. “It is just a misunderstanding…” I say

reaches his hand up and toward my face, grabbing it with f*orc*e. I flinch, closing my eyes, and trying to take in a steady breath to calm myself down.

single tear has escaped from my eye and is running down my cheek; it lands gently on his hand. He takes a step

me, “You should go,” his voice softens and his posture is very rigid. “Don’t forget the key

nod and hastily get dressed. I wobble outside, hoping to get to my real room and call Alina that I am in trouble. I am just a few steps away from Marco’s room when I

Alina and Brandon chorus my name