Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Chapter 69

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 69 Another Marriage Contract

Third POV:

The sound of the ring catches the attention of both Marco and Tanya, and their heads snap down to look at it. It sits eerily amongst the gra*s*s, the glint of its silver plating calling for attention. Tanya goes to pick it up hurriedly, but Marco is quicker, snatching it up in his grasp. There’s a discernable frown on his lips as he stares at it with intensity, and hidden disbelief.

The cobalt daggers that are his eyes, flit back and forth between Tanya and the piece of jewelry in his hand. This is far from what Marco expected, unable to understand why she would keep the ring with her for all these years. Couple of seconds pass by and Marco’s expression still doesn’t ease up. Finally, without another word, Marco takes both her ring, and her ruby necklace and storms off, leaving Tanya in the rain to drown in her own thoughts.

Title of the document

Marco returns home, and throughout his entire nighttime routine, he is consistently thinking about Tanya and her wedding ring. As he’s taking a shower, when having dinner, whilst making a cup of tea. And now, as he sits by his window, looking out into the night sky whilst it drowns the world in its tears. Marco wonders why she has kept the ring all this time.

The way she behaved the day she left him, the heartlessness and brutality of her mannerisms that made him believe she no longer loved him, contradict with keeping this ring. He rolls the piece of jewelry between his fingers, glaring fiercely at the silver ring as if it could easily answer his questions for him.

‘She did say she would abort the baby. But she didn’t.’

Amid Marco’s confusion, his wolf Manuel decides to speak up. And for some reason or another, pertains a soft spot for Tanya. ‘She gave birth to Claire and then worked very hard these past five years to look after her and make a decent living in the Blue Moon pack. That’s gotta mean something… right?’

Marco only lets out a gruff huff in response, Manuel just a*s*sumes he’s free to continue with his chatter. ‘I don’t know, I just feel even closer and more drawn to Tanya than I did five years ago. What if there’s a valid reason for leaving us then? Marco… just give her a chance. Please.”

The Lycan doesn’t directly respond to his inner wolf. He remains staring out of the window as if he is struggling fiercely inside. But finally, it’s clear he’s made up his mind on the situation. He picks up his phone and calls his friend Oliver.

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“Why didn’t you tell me about Tanya?”

There’s a sudden and frigid pause over the phone before Oliver stutters to answer the direct question. “You- you remember?”

“Yes, I remember. Why didn’t you tell me about Tanya?” the brashness of Marco’s tone leaves Oliver stunned and ultimately submissive with his reply to the Lycan.

“Lily told us that your memory loss would be a side effect of curing your curse. And since Tanya abandoned you, we thought it would be better that you didn’t remember her at all. So, we agreed to keep her existence a secret. We didn’t want to cause you anymore pain Marco.”

Marco can only scoff in response, before stating. “Well, nevermind that now, I’m coming back to capital, and I need you to prepare a document for me.”

Tanya’s POV:

The piercing howl of a wolf rings through my ears. I can’t see it; all I hear is the wolfs long and drawn- out wolfish cry that sounds like a melody that bellows in the distance.

I snap upright in bed. My hand instinctively goes to hold my ruby pendant as a form of comfort. But I find that it’s not there, my neck and collar bone lay bare of its existence, and that’s when I remember who has taken it. The rest of the morning I get ready silently, my mind trying to piece together my dream over and over again. But none of the pieces fit, and I can’t remember anything, nor gain a visual of what I was dreaming of. All I can remember is the howl that I can recall so vividly.

It’s then that I hear a knock on the door, and Claire’s eating her breakfast in the kitchen when I go to open it. In an instant, fear erupts within me as Marco stands out -front, his cold and calculating expression knotting my stomach.

Claire’s innocence is only a small problem in the scheme of things, but as she attempts to say hello to Marco, I push her back, forcing her to remain behind me, not ready to face the confusion that she has towards my gesture.

“You can’t take her. You just can’t. I won’t let you!”

His silence is extremely unnerving. And he doesn’t even bother to explain himself, he steps through the doorway, eyes flickering methodically between me and my daughter.

“If you hate me, that’s fine. But please don’t take her away Marco. She’s all I have!”

Again, no response. He now tries to move past me, trying to shove me lightly out the way with his sheer size and bodily strength. Normally, he would have, but something burns inside me today. Someone that would do anything to protect my daughter.

In one swift movement I step back and block his path again. And when he tries to shove past me again, my hand press against his chest and roughly shoves him backwards with much more f*orc*e than what I’m normally capable of. Not enough to topple him, but definitely enough to make him stumble back a couple of steps.

My eyes grow wide. He too tilts his head in slight confusion. My gaze drops to the palm of my hands, twisting them to see if anything’s changed. And in the midst of my puzzlement, Marco crouches down to Claire’s height.

“Come here darling.”

Obviously as a child, she’s unaware that he is taking her away for good. She just a*s*sumes I’m stopping her from going off to do something exciting. In rebellion towards my authority she runs into Marco’s arms, and he picks her up, turning round to walk towards the car.

“No! Maroc please,” I rush after the two of them. “Please don’t do this. I’m begging you!” I’m desperate now, willing to say anything to get my little girl back, as tears stream down my face.

After he puts Claire in the car, the prince straightens, turning towards me. “Aren’t you going to get in?”

His nonchalance is what confuses me first, but when I suddenly comprehend his statement, I look at him, baffled, as Marco continues to speak. “I just need Claire to come with me to the capital. I never said you couldn’t come too.”

I’m absolutely stunned, although I don’t take too long, not wishing to give Marco more time to debate his decision over allowing me to come along. I hurry into the car, and into the back seat, where I cradle my daughter in my arms despite her childish protests over the strange affection.

Little did she know I thought I would be losing her forever.

It feels like ages, but we do finally arrive at the capital. And I’m not surprised to see Lily standing at the entrance, excitement glinting in her eyes to see Marco. But when I step out of the car with Claire’s hand in mine, the princess’s expression shifts, obviously trying to mask whatever emotion writhes beneath.

As we walk up to the entrance, Lily immediately blocks my path. Marco turns to look at her coldly. “What’s the matter Lily?” sarcasm laces his words poisonously, making her squirm under his glare.

“She- she’s an omega, she’s not a noble and she shouldn’t be allowed to enter the palace.”

He scoffs, and to my surprise, in clear view, he draws a hand round my waist, pulling me close to him. “Tanya’s my wife, of course she’s allowed to enter the palace.”

There’s little for Lily to say. She only stands with a look of astonishment on her face as we walk past her together, as if she can’t understand how Marco could say something like that after he lost his memory.

Marco takes me to his room and a piece of paper sits eerily on his desk. I approach and he slides the document towards me.

My gaze drops down to it, reading the familiar words ‘marriage contract’.