Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Messenger Of The Moon Goddess

Tanya’s POV:

I glance at the contract in my shaky hands unable to believe my eyes. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always dreamed of the day I’m going to get married. Unlike other girls who dream of the beautiful gown and beautiful necklace they will wear, I dream of the handsome man I will marry. I often daydream about how handsome my husband will be and how much I will love him; most importantly, he is going to love me back, just as fiercely as I love him.

The paper in my hand has invalidated those dreams. This is no marriage based on love, it is based on interest. I cannot deny that Marco is royalty and is very handsome, but the fact that he doesn’t love me dampens my spirit. I remember my mom and how she died before I got a chance to know her. I remember Brandon and how he betrayed me. I remember how Marco saved me only to marry me out of a sense of responsibility. I love these people, but never get loved back in return. It is as though I am not destined for love. The door swings open again and Marco walks back inside.

Title of the document

“It’s a three-year marriage contract,” seeing me hold the file, Marco explains. “That means we’ll be married for three years and live together within this period. During this marriage, we’d have to be seen together in public and act like a real couple in order to make people believe, but when we’re alone…”

“…we’re just two normal persons with no attachments sharing a roof,” I f*orc*e a smile, pretending to accept the contract well.

“…there would be no attraction,” he pauses at my words, but then continues. “I’ll pay you three million dollars when we finish this contract.”

I know I should be happy with such a huge amount of money, but I’m not. I want to marry for love and not for money. It is weird though. Many girls would k*il*l for this opportunity, especially girls like me who come from Poverty, yet I’m not keen on it. I just stare at the paper, sad and struggling to hold back my tears. Marco must sense my discomfort, because he says in a comforting voice.

“If you want to think about it, I can give you a few days to…”

“It’s fine,” I hastily say and sign on it before pushing the paper back into his hands.

“I should appreciate you,” I say, gulping furiously as I try to hold back my tears. “For saving me from Rick and protecting me. I cannot thank you enough for all you’ve done for and all you’re doing for me.”

Though I am forcing a smile, I can feel the tears simmering beneath my eyes. I am a few seconds away from bursting into tears and it will be really embarra*s*sing to cry in front of a man who has done so much for me.

“I would like to walk around the capital,” I hastily say and wobble out of the room, just in time for the tears to fall off my face.

Manuel’s POV:

the poor girl leaves the room. “I can literally feel the room drop a couple

the cold reference?” Marco rolls his

tease. “Who left you too long in the freezer and frosted your

“Really funny,” Marco sneers.

really bro,” I continue, desperate to press my point. “The girl seemed as though she was about to

“It’s better I tell her

you could have done it in a smarter way,” I taunt. “Besides why can’t you love that beauty? You see how that dress hugs her curves, god! If

replies with the same coldness with

I press on. “Why not go after

not agreeing with my proposal. Yet, he actually steps

but snort with

Tanya’s POV:

I’ve been in the capital for a couple of days, I’ve been indoors all through. The capital is really busy and is

I am beginning to like him while he shows no affection for me. I am walking unconsciously through the city, and nothing catches my fancy, until I come

a different painting of the Moon Goddess, the most powerful deity in Wolf history. I used

the temple. It is just like I’ve been told. A huge, beautiful statue of the Moon Goddess stands at the

situation while praying to the Moon Goddess for strength and clarity. I am just about to leave the temple when I catch sight of a very small structure at the far end corner of the temple and I

the dark veil and it is impossible to tell who or what it is. “Hello,” I say, unsure

and coughs again before turning into the voice of an old woman. “That’s not right,” the voice rasps and coughs once again, morphing into a

ask, uncertain of what

a young woman replies behind the veil. “Now tell

a man…”

have unintentionally had s*e*x. How he has saved

wrong

“You would never have met. The Moon Goddess does what’s best for us and she has led you in the hands

doesn’t love