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

I have just finally established myself as

the greater good. I know I couldn’t selfishly watch my pack wither away into Poverty, but it

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

can see it. He usually greets me right away when I enter the house, but thankfully today he doesn’t, and

it, eyeing the spilt liquid and the splinters of glass that eerily spread

that follow suit are erratic and change with each second. I

Marco…

the door open to see my husband writhing in indescribable pain. 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 is trying to push its way out, putting

in fright as Marco 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 in my direction, eyes dripping in a blood red that does not

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

attempt to walk towards

His shout has me stricken

the door!” his growl triggers the transformation, and I watch in horror as his body shifts and morphs uncontrollably. Bones crack and bend in all the wrong places, skin

legs elongate into stocky legs and claws, as his hands do too. His face reshapes, snout protruding through his skin into a menacing muzzle with a dangerous

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

my phone, hands shaking vigorously as I have trouble trying to dial the number. Finally, I press call, Oliver immediately picking up the line. “Oliver, you have

hangs up. A couple of minutes later Oliver finds me 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