Pregnant After One Night with the Lycan
Chapter 1

Tanya’s POV

I wake up, na*ked on a soft woolen bed, wrapped in the arms of a terribly handsome that I absolutely do not recognize. As if that isn’t bad enough, I have no memory of what happened the previous night.

I shut my eyes close for a few seconds hoping, praying, that I am dreaming, but then I open my eyes only to be faced with a pair of icy, blue eyes, and I scream.

I have no idea who the man is or how I got to the room. All I know is that the previous day was my eighteenth birthday and, just like everything else in my life, it was a total nightmare.

Unlike today, I woke up yesterday morning with an elated buzz in my system. Even if no one cared but me, I deserved to enjoy the day. After all, turning eighteen was a major milestone.

To my surprise, my boss at the perfume shop had let me leave work early that day as a gift, and with a heart soaring with excitement, I was making my way to my boyfriend Brandon’s house.

Brandon was the only person in my life who had shown me love and care despite what others thought of me. I trusted him, but in a matter of seconds, that illusion had been utterly shattered into a million pieces.

“F**k me, Brandon! Yeah, baby, that’s it!” I shut my ears tightly with my hands, not wanting to hear my boyfriend f*****g another girl anymore.

I gently pressed the door of Brandon’s bedroom open, only to see my boyfriend na*ked and pressed up against another girl, thrusting and m0aning as their sweaty bodies edged to cl!max.

I was horrified, tears were already rushing down my face as I couldn’t help but scream his name, causing him to whip his head round to face me. I hadn’t dared wait for Brandon’s response, I rushed out of his house, barely catching a glimpse of the girl in his arms and too heartbroken to care as I bolted home.

How could I have been so foolish? Brandon’s love had been too good to be true. You see, my name is Tanya, and I am pretty much an ordinary girl. Actually, I am way below an ordinary girl; and that was a big disappointment to my father who had expected so much from my birth.

My father, Richard, is an Alpha of the Blackhide Pack, a small but very powerful pack. Like most Alphas, he desired a son that would take up his legacy. Unfortunately for me, Richard’s wife could only give him a daughter and not a son as he wanted.

I still thought to myself that if Richard’s wife had given him a son, then I would have been spared the pitiful existence that I lived since I would never have been born. It was Richard’s quest for a son that made him consider having a surrogate. The surrogate turned out to be my mother, an ordinary omega wolf in the pack.

Mom had me, a girl, instead of a boy like Richard wanted, infuriating him. He vowed never to have anything to do with me, but mom died soon after and he had no choice but to take me in; which was the beginning of a miserable life. Richard hated me since I was a girl. It didn’t help my case that I turned out to be an Omega wolf like my mother.

At the age of thirteen, most werewolves manifested their “wolf”; they turned into a vicious beast, a wolf. I was eighteen and my wolf was yet to appear. I had no wolfish power

s; no strength, or durability. I didn’t even have a body scent like other wolves.

In fact, I was weaker than a female human. Richard hated weakness, so he hated me.

I would have turned to Maya, Richard’s wife for comfort and support, but she also hated me. She hated my mother for sharing her husband with her and that hatred was transferred to me. I was treated with disdain and hatred and lived no better than a slave in my father’s house. I probably would have committed suicide a long time ago if Alina, my step-sister who was older than me by two years, was spiteful to me like her parents were.

I wouldn’t say she liked me, but she accepted me as a sister and tolerated me; the same way one would tolerate an errant younger sibling because there was no other choice.

Everything in my life was an absolute nightmare, everything except, Brandon.

Brandon was one of the most powerful wolves in Richard’s pack. He was smart, intelligent, and very handsome. Most people had hinted him to be the next Alpha after Richard. He had the attention of the prettiest girls in the whole pack, yet, somehow, he had his eyes on me.

I still thought to myself that if Richard’s wife had given him a son, then I would have been spared the pitiful existence that I lived since I would never have been born. It was Richard’s quest for a son that made him consider having a surrogate. The surrogate turned out to be my mother, an ordinary omega wolf in the pack.

Brandon was the light in my darkness and he deserved my virginity, so I wanted to give myself fully to Brandon on my 18th birthday. However, now that belief had been destroyed and scorched by reality. In the end, I truly was an abomination that could never be loved.

I didn’t make it back home before I crashed down in a dark alley, crying my eyes out. It felt as though my whole world was crashing down.

Alina found me soon after. I didn’t know how she found me, or how she was aware that I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but I didn’t care. I needed someone to comfort me and she was there. I gently narrated what happened to Brandon amidst tears and sobs while she calmly listened and comforted me.

A car, shining its headlight, sped by us, illuminating the dark alley for a split second before it joined the highway. In that split second, I saw that Alina’s watch was identical to the watch that was on the wrist of the girl that Brandon was having se*x with.

“That stupid girl even has a watch identical to yours?” I wailed as the pain and hurt of my boyfriend’s betrayal made a dent in my heart.

“She did?” Alina replied and immediately took off the watch. “There are probably lots of watches identical to this,” she stuttered while staring down at her watch.

Alina seemed flustered as she stared at the watch and I thought I caught a glimpse of fear and panic in her eyes. But it was only for a moment and she quickly regained her usual cheerful demeanor. I knew my stepsister would not betray me so I did not dwell on the thought. She was probably perplexed that her wristwatch was caught in a such bad situation.

“You know what? I’ll just throw this away,” she chuckled and tossed the wristwatch into a far distance. “We don’t need any bad memory to ruin our night.”

“Our night?” I asked confused.

“Come on,” she laughed. “You don’t think your big sister’s going to allow your eighteenth birthday to end on such a sour note? Come on,” she dragged me along as she walked away. “Let’s get you dress, time to get drunk!”