Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 40 Brandon Stole My Designs

Brandon’s POV:

1 hour ago:

God I needed this…

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My hand was slung round Alina’s dainty little waist, slipping my finger through the belt loop on her jeans. I pulled her tighter against me, hearing her m*oa*n as the bottom half of me pressed against her, whilst my lips meshed against hers. But just as she began to undo the buttons of my shirt, my phone blasted its ringtone.

I groaned. I pulled away to lounge back against the couch. She rushed to fix her disheveled hair as I picked up the phone. “What?”

“Don’t tell me what. You owe me a favor.”

I grinned when I heard Lily’s irritated voice over the phone. It had been a while since she contacted me. The last time was when she was furious at the fact that I had let Tanya find a way to leave the Blackhide Pack. Even though I faked being her boyfriend and stole her perfume designs. To Lily it hadn’t been good enough, that, and well, Tanya marrying Prince Marco was a hilarious, but also problematic turnaround of events.

In all honesty, I didn’t really care. I was an Alpha werewolf, and I had Alina. Course, Lily did always offer easy money. “Is the pay good?”

give you, on the fact that you don’t mess this up again,” I rolled my eyes as she went on about

I responded. “Fine. What

way of proving her innocence. Get this done and I’ll pay you good.

of the issue. I almost felt a tad sorry for her. “Aw, you poor thing,” I said mockingly, enjoying her annoying huffs that

could do was shrug. I kissed Alina

the building and into her now abandoned room. In no time, I found the ones I was looking for, and I turned to leave, only to suddenly heard

entered through the doorway. I licked my lips in desperate need as my eyes slipped down her slender figure. When seeing her again, something within me awakened. And after being suppressed

Tanya’s POV:

At present: 00:30

and deliberate manner, taunting me with a grin. Something in me senses the danger he poses towards me, and something in his expression suggests he isn’t interested in chatting. “Brandon, please…

to scream as he lunges at me. He’s too quick and slips a piece of tuff fabric

match for Brandon who’s an immensely powerful alpha. And so there’s nothing I

over parts of my skin as he suddenly rips open my dress and tears my body free. I’m frozen in terror as his hands run down my body,

lamb fearing slaughter. But Brandon ignores my pleas, he nestles his head into the crook of my neck, kissing and nibbling greedily at my flesh, threateningly to drop his head lower and

while licking his licks like a predator ready to devour his prey. “You got away from me last time… I think it’s

and calling out to me, clearly sensing that something is wrong as I’ve been in the room

rougher with his attempts. His hands gripping me in places they don’t belong, I can only yelp in muffled fragments with the rope in my mouth as I feel my skin being pulled and pinched in ways that I know will leave bruising. He presses against me harshly, ensuring there’s barely any space

a deep aggravated snarl come from his throat as my necklace gets in the way, stopping him from kissing the rest of my neck with his lips. Without warning, he snatches it, snapping its chain and flings it across the room in a ravenous