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 6
One week after the incident at the old kasil. Amelia felt her stomach ache a little. She was now three months pregnant, and although it wasn't big yet, it was already protruding.
"Amelia, you'd better rest a lot for a while because you look so tired," Elara said with concern.
"Okay." Amelia closed the book she had gotten from the oracle's room.
Amelia left the reading room, the woman walked to the room next to Anya's.
Just as Amelia was about to open the door to her room, Anya came out of the room.
Their gazes met. "Are you satisfied that you have taken Kaelen's attention?"
"Sorry, didn't your husband tell you what really happened before, Anya." Amelia closed the door to her room again.
"Remember well Amelia. Only my son will be the heir to this pack!" Anya said in a growled voice.
Amelia took a deep breath, honestly feeling guilty for Anya. Because of her presence, the woman felt threatened.
"Anya." Amelia looked at Anya's face which was so full of hatred.
"I'm warning you, Amelia! The child in your womb will feel what I feel right now," Anya threatened and then quickly walked towards the stairs.
Amelia just stared at Anya's back with a bitter look." I'm sorry Anya."
Amelia would talk to Kaelen that this time she would return to her realm alone, honestly there was fear of threats from Anya.
Amelia sat on the edge of the bed, feeling her heart beating fast.
Anya's threats rang in her ears, making her feel trapped in a power play she never wanted.
She rubbed her small belly, feeling the life growing inside as she whispered softly trying to calm herself."
I will protect you."
Outside, the sound of the wind rustled gently, as if trying to comfort a restless heart. Amelia knew that her situation was getting complicated. Kaelen, her husband, was a good man, but was caught in a conflict between two women who wanted a place in his heart.
She didn't want to be the cause of division between them, but also couldn't ignore the fact that her child deserved to live and grow up without threat.
After a moment's reflection, Amelia decided to find Kaelen. She needed to talk to her husband, explain her feelings, and ask for support. With steady steps, she left her room and made her way to the living room.
There, she found Kaelen sitting on the sofa, looking tired but still handsome with a serious gaze.
"Kaelen," Amelia called, her voice trembling. Kaelen turned his head, and his smile grew at the sight of her.
However, the smile soon faded when he saw the worried expression on Amelia's face.
"What's wrong, darling?" asked Kaelen, standing up and approaching.
Amelia could feel the sincerity in his voice, but the image of Anya still haunted her mind.
"I... I want to talk about Anya," Amelia said quietly, avoiding Kaelen's gaze.
She found it hard to express her feelings, but knew it was important.
Kaelen nodded, his face turning serious. "What do you want to say?"
Amelia took a deep breath. "He threatened me, Kaelen. She said my son would feel what Anya felt. I don't want our child to be caught up in this conflict."
Kaelen was silent for a moment, digesting Amelia's words. "Anya is in an emotional state. She felt threatened, and that made her act like that. But I won't let anyone hurt either of you."
"What if she does?" Amelia asked, her voice shaking. "I don't want our child to grow up in fear."
Kaelen approached, took Amelia's hand and grasped it tightly. "I promise to protect you. We will face this together. I won't let Anya control your lives."
Amelia felt a little calm at Kaelen's promise, but fear still loomed in her heart. "But, Kaelen... what are we going to do if Anya keeps threatening?"
"First of all, I need to talk to Anya and explain that our child has nothing to set her aside. She needs to understand that love cannot be forced," Kaelen replied firmly.
Amelia nodded, although her heart was still in doubt. "Alright, we can try. But I feel so tired, Kaelen. I just want a quiet life for my son."
Kaelen pulled Amelia into his arms, giving her a much-needed sense of security. "We'll get that peace, dear. Together."
After a few moments in the embrace, Amelia felt a little better. However, Anya's threat was still looming.
Amelia and Kaelen decided to talk to Anya. They knew that this was a risky move, but for the sake of love and family, they had to do it.
Amelia looked at Kaelen, and in that gaze, she found hope. I don't know since when did her heart skip a beat when her husband's piercing eyes looked at her?
Kaelen knew there was still something lingering in Amelia's heart, but he waited for her to tell him.
The next morning Kaelen met Anya, honestly feeling guilty because since Amelia's arrival. He began to pay less attention to his partner.
Anya had given birth to a child for him, Kenzo was a handsome figure. However, he had an arrogant attitude just like his mother, Anya.
Kaelen slowly knocked on the room that was usually occupied by himself and Anya before Amelia's arrival.
"Anya, can I come in?" Kaelen knocked again, but there was no answer.
Slowly the big hand turned the door handle. Kaelen entered and at the same time Anya came out of the bathroom.
"My king," greeted Anya smiling because her husband finally came first.
Anya would not waste this rare opportunity. The woman immediately approached Kaelen and immediately jumped up to hug the figure she missed so much.
Kaelen smiled slightly, this was what the man liked when he met his wife.
"My king did you miss me?"
Kaelen lifted Anya's body towards the bed and he sat with Anya on his lap. "I have something to ask you. It's about Amelia."
Anya's body instantly stiffened, her heart beating fast. Slowly she got off her husband's lap, but Kaelen's hands quickly held her down.
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7.2
Clifton, the god of esports, was secretly battling a career-ending wrist injury to protect his team.
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Humiliated by the straight man's raw revulsion, Clifton cut him out of his life.
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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.
During a scrimmage, Clifton hesitated to shoot because he remembered Justice had just severely burned his hand.
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
For four years, I was the Silvercrest Pack's biggest joke—a scentless, wolfless Omega who somehow became the Alpha's Luna.
I thought I was just naturally defective, until our fourth anniversary, when I overheard my husband Adrian talking to his Beta.
"I’ve been having the kitchens slip a silver-based compound into her meals since the day I marked her."
He confessed the poison was meant to suppress my inner wolf and keep my womb permanently barren. He only married me as a power play to make his highborn mistress, Seraphina, jealous. While I wept over my empty cradle and apologized to his family for my broken body, he was using pack funds to buy her custom luxury goods, tossing me the leftover wrapping paper. When I finally confronted him about the silver and tried to leave, he flew into a feral rage. He violently smashed my head against the marble vanity, leaving me bleeding on the floor, and locked the bedroom door behind him.
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.
I wiped the blood from my face, climbed down the balcony trellis into the freezing rain, and pulled out an encrypted burner phone.
"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.
As he stormed out, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Everett Rowe, the man who had quietly loved me for five years.
"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."
The moment I stepped back onto New York soil, a city I had once shared completely with Edwin, he greeted me not with a hug, but with a warning about his new girlfriend, painting me as the villain before I even knew her name. Three years abroad, cultivating my family's hotel empire, had prepared me for many business battles, but nothing for the cold, calculated betrayal that awaited me at home. He had replaced me, and then twisted our shared history, turning me into the aggressor he now needed protection from. This was not the reunion I had envisioned, nor the Edwin I remembered. My heart, which had swelled with anticipation, now froze into a solid block of ice.
8.8
"Fuck...please..."
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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