Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 17 Full Moon – The Curse

Tanya’s POV:

The howling continues, each guttural roar more pained than the last. I know Marco told me to stay in my room no matter what, but his t*ortur*ed cries pierce my soul and reverberate deep within me until I can’t take it anymore.

I open the door of my room, hesitating in the hallway for a moment as my concern for Marco wars against fear and uncertainty. Finally, I reach his room, but when I knock on the door, there’s no answer. Every few minutes, there’s another pained howl, and the silence in between is just as alarming.

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His room is locked from the inside, and the door won’t budge when I struggle with the knob. Desperation intensifies my need to reach him, to help him. I look around until my eyes land on a decorative candelabra on the hallway counter. Another anguished howl snaps me into action, and I instinctively grab the candlestick and slam it onto the doorknob. It takes me a few tries until I manage to knock the metal hard enough that the lock gives in, and I’m able to swing the door open.

Inside, the room is dark, but I can make out Marco’s silhouette a few feet away from me. Only it’s not Marco, at least not the Marco I know. He’s shifted into his Lycan form, his usually broad shoulders and defined muscles becoming even larger and sharper. His fur is black as night, and the moonlight glints on the curved claws. In this form, he’s as terrifying as he is beautiful. But what shocks me isn’t the fangs or fierce aura around him, but rather his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes have turned a shade of red, like a crimson fire burning beneath the surface of cyan ice.

“Marco?” I ask softly.

of my voice, and his gaze dives into me. My heart pounds in my

it before. The silver vein glows as if moonlight and steel flowed through it instead of blood, flickering and pulsing softly like a heartbeat. I watch in horror as the silver begins to spread slowly, rising past his

take a few shaky steps across his room as he circles me with a wild, menacing gaze. He stalks me with the skill and elegance of a predator, herding me deeper into his room

down my spine as I feel something cold and sharp trailing softly along my collarbone. I brace

as the necklace clatters on the ground, and the moment it leaves my skin, I feel something indescribable burst within me. An unspeakable f*orc*e ripples through my body as I feel myself caught in a vortex of energy I can neither see nor understand. Something changes deep within me, like some kind of chain around my soul has been snapped beyond repair. I gasp in a trance-like state as I even feel the sound of a

as quickly as it appeared, the energy around me dissipates, and the haunting howl also goes quiet. Everything in the room is exactly as it was only a moment ago, and I start to wonder if I imagined all of it. Before I can think about it further, Marco roars again, and

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taking hold of his body. Slowly, I raise my hand and press my palm against his heaving chest, trying to soothe him in any way I can. Something softens about him, seemingly calmed by my touch, and I watch in awe

those red embers of maddens still glow in his eyes. The bloodlust of his Lycan form has

around me and picks me up in one swift motion, and I can’t help the small cry that escapes me. He carries me

radiates off him like an aura, primitive and raw. He trails one hand over the back of my palm, drawing little patterns up my forearm

he says, and before I can process the words, his lips are

and I forget about everything for a moment. All I can think about is the sensation of his lips against me, dangerous and demanding. His other hand slides down the curve of my lower back and along my hip. I gasp slightly as he pushes insistently on my thigh, spreading

Lily again. The realization makes my heart shrink with sadness,