Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan King
Amelia, an artist struggling to live a life full of dreams and hardships, finds herself caught in an unexpected vortex after a wild night at a masquerade ball. She wakes up with a hazy memory of piercing blue eyes and a powerful presence, without knowing who the man was or what happened? A few weeks later, Amelia's life changed forever when she realized she was pregnant. The baby's father? None other than the Lycan King, a powerful and dangerous creature who rules the hidden world of werewolves. Forced into a world of magic, danger, and forbidden love, Amelia must adapt to a new life. He must navigate the dangerous politics of the Lycan Kingdom, learn to control the new powers that arise within him, and face the wrath of the King's jealous couple. In the midst of this chaos, Amelia must choose: accept her fate as the Lycan King's mate, or fight for her freedom and the life she lives.
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Chapter 1
The morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting Amelia's tiny apartment in a pale, ethereal glow. She stretched, feeling a familiar ache in her lower back, and then a wave of nausea washed over her. She stumbled to the bathroom, her stomach churning.
"Oh, God," she groaned, leaning over the toilet. This was the third time this week. She hadn't been feeling well, and her usual morning routine felt like a battle against her own body.
She grabbed the pregnancy test from the medicine cabinet, her hand trembling slightly. She'd been putting it off, but the persistent nausea and the way her jeans felt suddenly too tight had finally pushed her to face the possibility.
Two lines. Clear as day.
Amelia stared at the test, her mind reeling. Pregnant? But how? She hadn't slept with anyone in months.
A hazy memory flickered in her mind: a masked ball, a whirlwind of music and dancing, a man with piercing blue eyes and a powerful presence. She remembered his touch, the way he held her close, the intoxicating scent of pine and musk. But that was all. The rest of the night was a blur.
"No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This can't be happening."
She remembered the rumors, the whispers about the Lycan King, a powerful creature who ruled the hidden world of werewolves. He was said to be ruthless, dangerous, and utterly irresistible.
Could he be the father?
The thought sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't know anything about the Lycan world, about werewolves, or about the King. All she knew was that she was pregnant, and her life was about to change forever.
As Amelia stared at the pregnancy test, a knock on the door startled her. She rushed to answer, her heart pounding in her chest. Standing on her doorstep was a man, tall and handsome, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. He wore a leather jacket, and his dark hair was tousled by the wind.
"Amelia?" he asked, his voice deep and resonant. "I believe we need to talk."
Amelia's breath caught in her throat. She knew those eyes. She knew that face. He was the man from the masquerade ball. He was the Lycan King.
Amelia stood frozen, her mouth agape. The man before her,
Amelia's heart pounded in her chest. She was caught between fear and a strange sense of familiarity. The memory of that night, hazy and fragmented, was suddenly vivid, filled with a potent mix of passion and danger.
"What do you want?" Amelia asked, her voice trembling.
"To discuss the consequences of our night together," he replied, his voice smooth as velvet. "And to introduce you to a world you never knew existed."
Amelia felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She knew what he meant. She was pregnant. And the father was the Lycan King.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, her mind racing.
"Don't play games with me, Amelia," he said, his voice turning cold. "I know about the child."
Amelia's eyes widened in shock. He knew? How could he possibly know?
"How did you...?" she began, but he cut her off.
"Let's just say I have my ways," he said, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "Now, come with me. We have much to discuss."
He reached out and took her hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. Amelia felt a strange mix of fear and fascination. He was powerful, dangerous, and utterly irresistible.
"Wait," she said, pulling her hand back. "I need to... I need to think about this."
He sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice. "There's no time for thinking, Amelia. The world you know is about to change."
He stepped closer, his eyes boring into hers. "Come with me," he said, his voice a low growl. "Or face the consequences."
Amelia felt a wave of terror wash over her. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what awaited her in the world he offered, but she knew that staying here, in her small apartment, was no longer an option.
She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "Alright," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll come with you."
The Lycan King smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Good," he said. "Let's go."
He turned and walked away, leaving Amelia standing there, her mind reeling. She had no idea what awaited her, but she knew that her life was about to change forever.
As she followed him out of her apartment, she couldn't help but wonder: what had she gotten herself into?
Amelia found herself crammed into the back of a sleek black SUV; the windows tinted so dark she could barely see outside. The Lycan King, whose name she still didn't know, sat in the front seat, his powerful presence filling the car with an unspoken tension.
"Where are we going?" Amelia asked, her voice barely a whisper.
He glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his blue eyes holding a hint of amusement. "To a place where you can learn about your new reality," he said, his voice a low rumble.
Amelia felt a shiver run down her spine. New reality? She was still trying to process the fact that she was pregnant with the Lycan King's child, let alone wrap her head around a whole new world of werewolves and magic.
The drive was long and silent, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the occasional creak of the car. Amelia stared out the window, watching the world blur past. She had no idea where they were going, but she knew it wasn't anywhere near her familiar city.
Finally, the car stopped. They were in a clearing surrounded by towering trees, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Amelia could hear the distant howl of a wolf, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine.
The Lycan King opened the door, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "Welcome to the Lycan Kingdom," he said, his voice a low growl.
Amelia stepped out of the car, her eyes wide with wonder and fear. The clearing was a magical place, filled with an energy that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
"This is where I rule," he said, gesturing around them. "This is where you belong now."
Amelia looked at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to think.
"Come," he said, taking her hand. "I'll show you around."
He led her through the clearing, toward a massive stone castle that rose from the forest floor. The castle was ancient and imposing, its walls covered in ivy and its towers reaching for the sky.
"This is my home," he said. "This is where you'll learn about your new life."
Amelia felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She didn't know what to expect. She didn't know what awaited her in this new world. She only knew that she was pregnant, that the father was the Lycan King, and that her life was about to change forever.
As they approached the castle, a figure emerged from the shadows. She was tall and beautiful, with long, flowing hair and piercing green eyes. She wore a flowing gown of emerald green, and her skin was as pale as moonlight.
"My King," she said, her voice smooth and seductive. "Who is this?"
The Lycan King's eyes narrowed. "This is Amelia," he said, his voice cold. "She's... important."
The woman's eyes narrowed; her gaze fixed on Amelia. "Important?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom. "How interesting."
Amelia felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that this woman was trouble. She could feel it in her bones.
"This is my mate," the Lycan King said, his voice a low growl. "And this is her child."
The woman's eyes widened in shock. She stared at Amelia, her gaze filled with hatred and jealousy.
"A child?" she hissed. "How dare you?"
Amelia felt a wave of fear wash over her. She had no idea what she had gotten herself into.
To be continued...
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7.2
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He even signed a bloodsucking contract with a toxic teammate, sparking rumors he was brought in to replace Clifton as captain.
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Justice showed no mercy. He ruthlessly gunned Clifton down, humiliating the captain in front of the entire coaching staff.
Clifton was consumed by blinding rage and betrayal.
If Justice was so disgusted by him, why did he fake his devotion for six months just to use him?
Why was he acting like helpless prey now, after trampling all over Clifton's pride?
Determined to rip off the liar's disguise, Clifton dragged Justice into a live stream in front of sixty thousand viewers.
"He's asking if you are in love with me."
Clifton smiled cruelly, waiting for the public execution. But just as the trap snapped shut, a choked, terrified gasp came through the headset.
9.2
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I thought I was just naturally defective, until our fourth anniversary, when I overheard my husband Adrian talking to his Beta.
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I lay there in the cold, staring at the pool of my own blood. My entire life, my endless pain, and my unborn pups were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke to the man who was supposed to be my Mate.
But Adrian didn't know I wasn't just a brainless Omega.
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"The cage is broken. Initiate Phase Two."
7.5
Kaitlyn Barton POV:
After three years building my family's hotel empire abroad, I came home to New York, expecting a warm embrace from my childhood fiancé, Edwin.
Instead, he greeted me with a warning. He told me to be gentle with his new girlfriend, Kacy, painting me as a villain before I even knew her name.
At my own welcome-home party, he let her stage a dramatic fall and then publicly blamed me for it, his eyes burning with a hatred I'd never seen.
He cradled her in his arms as if she were a fragile doll I had broken.
"Happy now, Kaitlyn?" he snarled, shattering twenty years of our shared history in front of everyone we knew.
In his eyes, I was no longer his love, but a monster he needed to protect his new flame from.
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"If you are truly ready, I will marry you. Right now. Just say the word."
My fingers moved on their own.
"Yes," I typed. "I'll marry you."
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8.8
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He risks a nibble, sending shockwaves to my core. My back arches off the wall with a sharp moan.
His hand slides between my legs, cupping my soaking panties.
"Look how wet you are," he whispers, "...shaking, and I haven't even fucked you yet."
He strokes my clit gently first, then harder. My toes curl, hair spilling into my sweaty face.
He's breaking me, ruining me with just his tongue and fingers. I can't speak. I can't think. I just tremble in his arms.
*********
The night I caught my fiancé cheating, something in me broke.
I cried.
I screamed.
I drove - into the rain, into nowhere, into him.
Cassian Cross.
A stranger with gray eyes, a sinful mouth, and hands that made me forget my name.
One night was all it took. One reckless mistake to burn away my heartbreak.
Until he showed up at my mom's wedding...
As my new stepbrother.
Now, Cassian won't stop.
He corners me in hallways, whispers filth at the altar, and looks at me like he still owns my body.
But there's one thing he didn't tell me-
He already belongs to someone else.
A fiancée bound to him by a contract... and a secret that could destroy us both.
He's dangerous.
He's forbidden.
He's promised to another.
And God help me, I still can't stop wanting him.
9.6
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