Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 47 I Leave You For Money

Tanya’s POV:

The car Lily has arranged to take me away feels like a portal. It is like I have been living in my own made-up fantasy land. Where I have been someone important, a princess, married to a prince. I have lost myself in this dream, that felt so real. And now…. I am being f*orc*ed to return to the real world, to a place where I am nothing and no one.

The car hasn’t made it far till my eyes are f*orc*ed to flicker up to look into the rear-view mirror. I see the familiar figure of Marco, and he’s running, chasing after me with all his heart. I think that he’d eventually give up and let me go, but he doesn’t. He just keeps running, and I can’t bear it anymore.

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“Stop. Stop the car.” The car screeches to a halt.

“Just give me a minute to sort this. I’ll be back.” The driver simply nods his head before I exit the vehicle. As I walk towards Marco, I mentally prepare myself for what I’m about to say. It has to be believable.

“Tanya, where are you going?” despite the calmness of his voice, I can sense the slight concern hidden beneath as he steps towards me. “Has something happened, is there something urgent you need to attend to?” all are valid questions, as if I have just forgotten to tell him, as if I would be back later this evening and all would be right in the world. But that is far from the reality…

My expression sharpens like never before, I huff, trying to sound irritated. “Marco. Go back to the palace.” I clench my fists. “You shouldn’t be out here. You can barely run without risking the curse overtaking you. You shouldn’t be here.”

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cold and detached in my responses. If I let the pause last any longer,

if I only wanted him for his strength and power. My lips dip

into his eyes as I say my peace, in response he shakes his head incredulously. “No. You wouldn’t. You’d never do such a thing. That’s not who you

I haven’t even taken the money from the King when I chose to leave, it doesn’t feel right. And my husband knows that. But I

I’d waste years of my life looking after you, before you’d eventually die. What then have I lived for?” God it hurts everything within me to see his anguish

you don’t love me. Stay for our future child, don’t let them grow up without a father. I’ll do whatever it takes to

so desperate, never seem so willing to drop his guard and lay out his heart to anyone. The pleading in his voice is a knife to my heart as he holds my hand, trying to create some form

my hand away from his hold in a ruthless display. “Our marriage is a contract, Marco. It is nothing but a piece of paper, it can never replace true love… I need to live my life, I can’t forever live in your shadow. I’m going to abort the baby.” His eyes widen, true despair wrenching its way through his expression, but I f*orc*e myself to continue. “And if you aren’t selfish, you’ll let me go. Now I need to leave, the driver

back, every damn word. But I can’t. Not when it might just save his life. I watch the pain infiltrate his gaze, I’ve hurt him so much that I see the sadness swelling into his features, and I have to

the door shut and telling the driver to get on with the rest of the journey. I watch Marco’s actions turn into one

to watch in horror as Marco is left behind, still chasing after me with every fiber of his being, never giving up, calling out my

driver’s presence. The tight chain on my feelings unleashes, and I let out soft sobs of utter despair. Tears stream down my cheeks and I pray that this is all worth it. I pray through my painful

Lily’s POV:

Tanya’s a terrible actor…

it. And

watch her car disappear out of my view, and I come to the conclusion that I can no longer let her