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.”

few whom treated me kindly. “It’s true Tanya, if the King continues with this plan, I won’t

terrible fate. I used to be insignificant. I have just finally established myself as a talented

my pack wither away into Poverty, but it means I have to give up everything I hold dear to me and return

loose hold of my tears that spill from

Marco can see it. He usually greets me right away when I

the kitchen table. I hesitantly move towards it, eyeing the spilt liquid and the splinters of glass that eerily spread across the wooden flooring. Almost as if someone had been setting it down on

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

Marco…

length of his arms, and scraping the skin that covers his ribs. It’s almost as if the Lycan within is trying to

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 bear

all fours, looking up at me as I finally see a

I attempt to

shout has me stricken

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

his hands do too. His face reshapes, snout protruding through his skin into a menacing muzzle with

slamming the door shut and locking it, able to

I have trouble trying to dial the number. Finally, I press call, Oliver immediately picking up the line. “Oliver, you have

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 thankful as Oliver pulls me away, and we sit on the couch in an agonizing wait for Marco to return back