Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 12

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:

really have to be so cold to her, bro?” I complain as soon as the poor girl leaves the room. “I can literally feel the room drop a couple of degrees because of the coldness

cold reference?” Marco rolls his

got one more,” I tease. “Who left you too long

“Really funny,” Marco sneers.

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

better I tell her

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 I were a man,

you’re a wolf then,” Marco replies with the same

about to cry,” I press on.

agreeing with my proposal. Yet, he

but

Tanya’s POV:

the capital for a couple of days, I’ve been indoors all through. The capital is really busy and is sprawling with so many activities that it is impossible

him. I feel really sad that 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 upon a big

history. I used to hear stories about the beautiful ambience of the Temple of

reflects into the building through the colored stained glasses and lights up the temple. It is just like I’ve been told. A huge, beautiful statue of the

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 instantly recognize what it is. I used to hear stories of how the Moon

walk towards the structure, lean on the cushioned railing and turn towards a small veiled window. I can slightly make out a figure beneath the dark veil and it is impossible to tell who or what it is. “Hello,”

“sorry,” the smooth voice wheezes and coughs again before turning into the voice of an old woman. “That’s not right,” the voice rasps and coughs

uncertain of

woman replies behind the veil. “Now

a man…” I

and the person who loves me back too. I tell her how Marco and I have unintentionally had s*e*x. How he has saved me from my cruel family and their wicked plan to sell me to Rick, a s*e*xual pervert. How it is a marriage of contract

wrong room,” I murmur

best for us and she

he doesn’t love

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