Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 45 Marco’s Curse Attacks Him Again

Tanya’s POV:

What I learn from my family and old pack members is that the Lycan King has started imposing harsh sanctions on my pack. Using methods such as increasing taxes, restricting imports and exports, all to displace the economy and profits my pack earns to maintain a comfortable living for its residents.

They have all come to the capital to find me after the King set an ultimatum. That if I’m to divorce Marco, then he’d undo all the restrictions and sanctions. Despite their cries, I find it all so difficult to process. My fingers wriggle nervously with the hem of my shirt in considerable discomfort.

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I was a nobody before I married Marco, declared an abomination and a worthless lost caused that no one cared for. My father didn’t see me as his daughter, and my stepsister pretended to care despite her betrayal by sleeping with my boyfriend.

“Please Tanya, the King’s sanctions have left us in a deficit. In months’ time, we will have no money,” says my father, showing more humility in this very moment than I have seen in years.

“Why should I?” my eyes well up with tears, barely able to articulate my words as I wish to sink deeper and deeper into myself. I’m finally receiving the love I have been pleading for, only to realize it’s because my life affects there’s, and it hurts to realize this. “You wanted to sell me to a perverted old man! Why should I care?”

My father is still kneeling at my feet as he says, “Well then think of the rest of your pack. Not just us. Malik won’t be able to run his store for much longer with all the sanctions.”

kindly. “It’s true Tanya, if the King continues with this plan, I won’t have the

my terrible fate. I used to be insignificant. I have just finally established myself as a talented perfumer after ongoing rigorous setbacks caused by

now… I have to choose to sacrifice all those things for the greater good. I know I couldn’t selfishly watch my pack wither away into Poverty, but it means I have to give up everything I hold dear to me and return to

heavy heart ripping at the seams, I loose hold of my tears that spill from my eyes.

my tears upon returning to the house, pressing a cloth against my cheeks to wipe the w*etness away and hide my sadness before Marco can see it. He

of glass that eerily spread across the wooden flooring. Almost as if someone had been setting it down on the table but somehow missed the edge, letting the object plummet straight down to

large object colliding with another in a loud thump. The noises that follow suit are erratic and change with each second.

Marco…

Although still human, he fails to see me as he fights with himself. Thrashing into the walls uncontrollably, tugging at his hair, scratching his sharpened nails down the length of his arms, and scraping the skin that covers his ribs. It’s almost as if the Lycan within

bashes a rage filled fist into the wall, denting the cement with his strength. His breathing harbors a monstrous undertone reminiscent of the beast. Without warning, his skull snaps to look

to the floor on all fours, looking up at me as I finally see a fragment of the Marco I know, his

to

His shout has

triggers the transformation, and I watch in horror as his body shifts and morphs uncontrollably. Bones crack

as his hands do too. His face reshapes, snout protruding through his skin into a

myself out of my terrified trance, slamming the door shut and locking it, able to still hear his

I press call, Oliver immediately picking up the

sitting on the floor by the door, twitching with panic as I have sat listening to Marco’s bestial growls as he paces the room. I’m thankful as Oliver pulls