Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 5 I’m Pregnant

Tanya’s POV

The slammed 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 glance.

“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 glances 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 uncomfortable 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 flashback to the events of the previous night. The crowd murmurs in agreement and turns to Alina and Brandon for an explanation. Indeed, it does seem weird that they’ve just barged into the hotel and started accusing 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 of last night’s hard party.”

Alina and Brandon exchange nervous glances. The public sentiment is already swinging in my favor and it seems their evil plan is backfiring on them.

you see that she…” Alina stutters. “And

whose sleep you just disturbed with your incessant yells and unconfirmed accusations, so it’s only right that we get to the bottom of

Brandon is one of the biggest men in our

from this man,” Brandon growls, backing his

snarls and

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

“Why are you so eager to accuse 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,

your keycard,” he whispers to me and I hastily passes

yells to the crowd. “Her key card

towards room 401 and the fat, old, rich businessman that stands,

in her room,” Marco sniggers. “Unless certain persons have conspired to frame this innocent

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

Marco smirks. “What is he

him aside and pulls the

follows him but finds no traces that I’ve ever

truth,” Marco says. “You should leave before the crowd decides to punish you for disturbing their

and all the guests retreat back into their room, chatting about the morning’s event. I want to thank Marco but he glares at me and goes to his room, shutting the door

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

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

chide myself. “You don’t

he pulls his coat closer to his body on his way out of