Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 35 Marco Comes To Protect Me

Tanya’s POV:

“I knew you were lying!”

His voice is immensely hostile, I even hear a growl pierce through his words as he and the Beta drag me away by my arms, unbothered as my lower torso and legs scr*a*p*e limply across the cold hard ground.

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In minutes my back makes hard contact against one of the walls, and I look up at the looming brutes who corner me. “You’re all the same!” the Alpha snarls. “Your all just a bunch of conniving rich snakes who don’t care about anyone but themselves.”

I sit motionless in paralytic fear and despair as they grab my arms, and I flinch as frigid metal prisoning bracelets snap onto each wrist, nearly pinching my skin.

The clang of wriggly chains encourages me to finally look and see the cuffs that are fastened to my hands, which are then connected by shackles built into the wall my back is pressed against.

I pathetically don’t bother to even test their strength, knowing I’m too fragile to make any difference. They’re so heavy that they weigh down my arms, and even the cuffs have to be secured as tight as they can be, so they don’t slip off my dainty wrists. But I’ve accepted my fate, I’m stuck here now, with nothing and no one to protect me.

But I still want to defend Marco, and I always feel suspicious of the reason for this kidnapping. “Look, I promise you,” I lean towards the Alpha as he tests the sturdiness of my chains, not realizing I’d never be able to escape them. “My husband isn’t the type of person to just give out orders so heartlessly. He’d listen to opinions of others, he wouldn’t be so cruel,” the man doesn’t even spare me a glance.

word you say,” I wince as he tugs at the chains one final time, either for good measure or to see me react to the pain from yanking my sore joints. “Just be truthful about this princess, do yourself a favor. I’ll release you as soon you’re honest with me and give me what I want. All I want is his number,” my heartbeat

but I don’t have

fist slams the wall inches from my face. Triggering a river of tears to run down my cheeks as I ch*oke

Lying!” I don’t need to look to know he’s dented the bricks, creating a fist-size crevice

flash cross my field of view and before I can react, sharp nails press up and against my neck, encasing me still and preventing me from moving my head as his claws threaten to pierce my skin

can’t cope,

to my head and it makes it feel incredibly heavy. My gut churns uncomfortably as I lose any form of coherent thought. I’m so close to passing out when suddenly the door is barged open with

of my sight remains in focus, almost clearer by the bright lights of my

untouched mess. But what’s most prevalent to me, and probably to

you dare

round my neck. But being so close to see his cold unbothered stare, makes me shiver,

in a position to be making demands.” The sly remark baits my husband forward, but as he moves, the grip on my neck tightens, and the claws prick at my flesh further. I wince in response, lifting my

you are in no position to be making demands.

show or tell me how he felt, I could never really discern

for a single second, his eyes highlighting his uncertainty and hesitation, for there is no way to get to

hearing Marco’s

my husband. It’s like he’s almost teasing Marco, making him wait as he weighs up the offer as

chairs, dragging it bitterly against the flooring so it

the whole process his sapphire

how willingly Marco is behaving. He remains the confident male that I know him to be in his actions, but there’s a twang of pain I feel watching his surrender