Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 35

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 35 Marco Comes To Protect Me

Tanya’s POV:

“I knew you were lying!”

His voice is immensely hostile, I even hear a growl pierce through his words as he and the Beta drag me away by my arms, unbothered as my lower torso and legs scr*a*p*e limply across the cold hard ground.

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In minutes my back makes hard contact against one of the walls, and I look up at the looming brutes who corner me. “You’re all the same!” the Alpha snarls. “Your all just a bunch of conniving rich snakes who don’t care about anyone but themselves.”

I sit motionless in paralytic fear and despair as they grab my arms, and I flinch as frigid metal prisoning bracelets snap onto each wrist, nearly pinching my skin.

The clang of wriggly chains encourages me to finally look and see the cuffs that are fastened to my hands, which are then connected by shackles built into the wall my back is pressed against.

I pathetically don’t bother to even test their strength, knowing I’m too fragile to make any difference. They’re so heavy that they weigh down my arms, and even the cuffs have to be secured as tight as they can be, so they don’t slip off my dainty wrists. But I’ve accepted my fate, I’m stuck here now, with nothing and no one to protect me.

But I still want to defend Marco, and I always feel suspicious of the reason for this kidnapping. “Look, I promise you,” I lean towards the Alpha as he tests the sturdiness of my chains, not realizing I’d never be able to escape them. “My husband isn’t the type of person to just give out orders so heartlessly. He’d listen to opinions of others, he wouldn’t be so cruel,” the man doesn’t even spare me a glance.

“I don’t believe a word you say,” I wince as he tugs at the chains one final time, either for good measure or to see me react to the pain from yanking my sore joints. “Just be truthful about this princess, do yourself a favor. I’ll release you as soon you’re honest with me and give me what I want. All I want is his number,” my heartbeat once again escalates, my chest rising and falling as I envision his reaction to my response.

“But- but I don’t have it-”

“Liar!” I jolt as his large masculine fist slams the wall inches from my face. Triggering a river of tears to run down my cheeks as I ch*oke on the terror in my heart. “Plea- Please believe me…”

“Stop!” he bashes his fist repeatedly against the cemented white wall. “Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop Lying!” I don’t need to look to know he’s dented the bricks, creating a fist-size crevice from his Alpha strength. The sound echoes harshly through my ear canals and makes my head start to throb, forcing me to wail out in a plea for him to stop.

I hear the hitch in his breath as his frustration scarily surges. Without warning, claws flash cross my field of view and before I can react, sharp nails press up and against my neck, encasing me still and preventing me from moving my head as his claws threaten to pierce my skin and carve apart my jugular.

My body and mind can’t cope, and the world starts to

spin. Heat rushes to my head and it makes it feel incredibly heavy. My gut churns uncomfortably as I lose any form of coherent thought. I’m so close to passing out when suddenly the door is barged open

with incredible f*orc*e.

The dizziness means that the outer rim of my vision is blurry as I lay disoriented. But the center of my sight remains in focus, almost clearer by the bright lights of my prison room that shine white on Marco’s extraordinary figure.

Sweat covers every inch of him, damp blonde hair falls to his nape in a gorgeous untouched mess. But what’s most prevalent to me, and probably to Caspian too, is the fury that cascades from Marco’s dominating aura in vicious waves.

“Don’t you dare touch her!”

I can’t understand how I’m more afraid than the addressed Alpha. Maybe because he has his claws round my neck. But being so close to see his cold unbothered stare, makes me shiver, he doesn’t even care to move or follow the command. Only staring blankly at Marco.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to be making demands.” The sly remark baits my husband forward, but as he moves, the grip on my neck tightens, and the claws prick at my flesh further. I wince in response, lifting my head and neck uncomfortably to try and veer away.

My stiff and nervous movements halt Marco’s advances. Caspian clicks his tongue in supremacy. “Now you see, you are in no position to be making demands. She doesn’t matter to me, I can end her life in this very moment. I’d choose my next actions wisely…”

Marco has always been gifted in masking his true thoughts, unless he chose to show or tell me how he felt, I could never really discern through the barrier that hid his emotions.

But in this very moment, I finally see a glimpse of his inner world, only for a single second, his eyes highlighting his uncertainty and hesitation, for there is no way to get to me without risking my life.

“Then hurt me instead,” my eyes widen upon hearing Marco’s words. “It’s me you want isn’t it, not her.”

Caspian clearly debates this offer for a minute, his eyes flickering between me and my husband. It’s like he’s almost teasing Marco, making him wait as he weighs up the offer as if it’s a difficult decision. Finally, he jerks his head in a signal to Dylan. “Tie him up.”

The Alpha doesn’t remove his hold, but only watches with me as his Beta grabs one of the metal chairs, dragging it bitterly against the flooring so it screeches in protest. When it’s positioned in front of the wall opposite me, Marco silently sits in it.

Swift in his movements, freely holding his arms behind the chair backrest so his hands can be chained in place. Throughout the whole process his sapphire eyes stare directly into mine, as if trying to relay a message of comfort that I couldn’t hear. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

I hate how willingly Marco is behaving. He remains the confident male that I know him to be in his actions, but there’s a twang of pain I feel watching his surrender that’s evidently because of me.

When Caspian is satisfied with this, he releases his hold, and I feel like I can finally breathe. But the relief is short lived, Caspian steps over to Marco, and without warning, pumpless his fist into Marco’s jaw.

“No!” I scream. Scrabbling to pull the chains, even though it’s useless.

“Shut up girl!” Caspian does it again, and I watch in horror as Marco’s skull snaps sideways in reaction to the f*orc*e, a reddish hue gradually growing on the place of impact.

Again, and again, and again Caspian bashes his fist into my husband, all parts of him at the mercy of this Alpha. A blow to his nose leads to visible blood dripping lines down to his chin, and the one to his forehead slices a notch into his brow.

My breathing is uncontrollable now, with an irregular heart-wrenching pulse of my chest. I can do nothing, absolutely nothing as Marco lifts his gaze towards me, eyes once again seeping with a message that I have no wolfish ability to discern.

I can’t help but cry loudly now, no longer fearful of being heard, my sobbing is erratic as I’m drowning in desperation, I feel totally inept and helpless.

I’m not sure if it is because of Marco’s selfless act to take such a beating, or my gut-wrenching cries, but Caspian’s Beta intercepts another harmful hit. “Caspian calm down … Caspian. Please, that’s enough, you’ve made your point.”

The Alpha’s gaze snaps to his inferior, a bloodthirsty look in his wild eyes. “Why should I stop? Not only will this dam affect the lives of my pack, but most importantly, the Blue Moon Tree will be cut down because of it! How can I be calm when they want to so mercilessly destroy such a sacred tree!”

In that singular moment, something dawns on me. I struggle to regain conscious thought and formulate words to cut through the Alpha’s rage. “Wait! There’s something wrong!”

A silence blesses the air as all three males pause at my outburst, giving me seconds to make my point. “The Blue Moon Tree is very important to Marco! He’d never ever make such a proposal!” I almost scream in my haste.

Again, a sudden hush befalls upon the room, and I’m left uncomfortably restless from it, internally praying that Caspian listens, almost ready to further defend my husband’s case. But before I can say anything else, the Alpha finally speaks.

“Hold on. Your Marco?” He looks at my husband with extensive curiosity. “You’re not Eric?”