Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 12

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Messenger Of The Moon Goddess

Tanya’s POV:

I glance at the contract in my shaky hands unable to believe my eyes. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always dreamed of the day I’m going to get married. Unlike other girls who dream of the beautiful gown and beautiful necklace they will wear, I dream of the handsome man I will marry. I often daydream about how handsome my husband will be and how much I will love him; most importantly, he is going to love me back, just as fiercely as I love him.

The paper in my hand has invalidated those dreams. This is no marriage based on love, it is based on interest. I cannot deny that Marco is royalty and is very handsome, but the fact that he doesn’t love me dampens my spirit. I remember my mom and how she died before I got a chance to know her. I remember Brandon and how he betrayed me. I remember how Marco saved me only to marry me out of a sense of responsibility. I love these people, but never get loved back in return. It is as though I am not destined for love. The door swings open again and Marco walks back inside.

Title of the document

“It’s a three-year marriage contract,” seeing me hold the file, Marco explains. “That means we’ll be married for three years and live together within this period. During this marriage, we’d have to be seen together in public and act like a real couple in order to make people believe, but when we’re alone…”

“…we’re just two normal persons with no attachments sharing a roof,” I f*orc*e a smile, pretending to accept the contract well.

“…there would be no attraction,” he pauses at my words, but then continues. “I’ll pay you three million dollars when we finish this contract.”

I know I should be happy with such a huge amount of money, but I’m not. I want to marry for love and not for money. It is weird though. Many girls would k*il*l for this opportunity, especially girls like me who come from Poverty, yet I’m not keen on it. I just stare at the paper, sad and struggling to hold back my tears. Marco must sense my discomfort, because he says in a comforting voice. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“If you want to think about it, I can give you a few days to…”

“It’s fine,” I hastily say and sign on it before pushing the paper back into his hands.

“I should appreciate you,” I say, gulping furiously as I try to hold back my tears. “For saving me from Rick and protecting me. I cannot thank you enough for all you’ve done for and all you’re doing for me.”

Though I am forcing a smile, I can feel the tears simmering beneath my eyes. I am a few seconds away from bursting into tears and it will be really embarra*s*sing to cry in front of a man who has done so much for me.

“I would like to walk around the capital,” I hastily say and wobble out of the room, just in time for the tears to fall off my face.

Manuel’s POV:

“Do you really have to be so cold to her, bro?” I complain as soon as the poor girl leaves the room. “I can literally feel the room drop a couple of degrees because of the coldness in your heart,” I continue scoffing at Manuel. “In fact, I think your heart’s made of ice.”

“Are you done with the cold reference?” Marco rolls his eyes.

“Not yet, I’ve got one more,” I tease. “Who left you too long in the freezer and frosted your heart?”

“Really funny,” Marco sneers.

“But really bro,” I continue, desperate to press my point. “The girl seemed as though she was about to cry.’

“I don’t love her,” Marco replies. “It’s better I tell her upfront than cheat her on.”

“But you could have done it in a smarter way,” I taunt. “Besides why can’t you love that beauty? You see how that dress hugs her curves, god! If I were a man, I’d be worshiping her perfect body.”

“Good thing you’re a wolf then,” Marco replies with the same coldness with which he’s talked to the girl.

“I think she was about to cry,” I press on. “Why not go after her and check up on her?”

Marco merely grunts without saying anything, seemingly not agreeing with my proposal. Yet, he actually steps toward the door.

I can’t help but snort with laughter.

Tanya’s POV:

I hastily clean my tears as I step out of the empty wall and into the streets. My excuse of seeing the capital is not completely an excuse, I actually do want to see the capital as well. Even though I’ve been in the capital for a couple of days, I’ve been indoors all through. The capital is really busy and is sprawling with so many activities that it is impossible to focus on one. Despite the numerous activities around me and desire to see them, I can’t focus my attention on them.

I am sad about my predicament, worse still, I am upset that I am sad. Marco has saved me from Rick, protected me from my family and made sure I am comfortable. It will be perfect if he loves me, but I don’t think I have any right to demand love from him. I feel really sad that I am beginning to like him while he shows no affection for me. I am walking unconsciously through the city, and nothing catches

my fancy, until I come upon a big building. It looks ancient, yet, it looks very new. It is built with white bricks and has two tall towers flanking it. Instead of normal windows, it has stained glasses of different colors.

On each window is a different painting of the Moon Goddess, the most powerful deity in Wolf history. I used to hear stories about the beautiful ambience of the Temple of the Moon Goodness, and I am not disappointed.

I clear my mind of my troubles and walk into the temple. The sun reflects into the building through the colored stained glasses and lights up the temple. It is just like I’ve been told. A huge, beautiful statue of the Moon Goddess stands at the altar and overlooks the neatly arranged temple. The temple is almost empty save from some acolytes taking care of the altar.

I sit for a few minutes pondering my situation while praying to the Moon Goddess for strength and clarity. I am just about to leave the temple when I catch sight of a very small structure at the far end corner of the temple and I instantly recognize what it is. I used to hear stories of how the Moon Goddess gives advice to confused Wolfs through the Priestess, who are the Messengers of the Moon Goddess.

Grateful for the opportunity, I walk towards the structure, lean on the cushioned railing and turn towards a small veiled window. I can slightly make out a figure beneath the dark veil and it is impossible to tell who or what it is. “Hello,” I say, unsure of what to do as it is my first time. “Greetings,” a thick gruff voice replies.

Almost immediately, the voice coughs and morphs into the voice of a young boy, “sorry,” the smooth voice wheezes and coughs again before turning into the voice of an old woman. “That’s not right,” the voice rasps and coughs once again, morphing into a young woman’s voice. “That would do.”

“Are…you alright?” I ask, uncertain of what just happened.

“I’m fine,” the flowery, soft voice of a young woman replies behind the veil. “Now tell the Moon Goddess what’s wrong.”

“I met a man…” I start.

I tell her about my desire to marry someone I love and the person who loves me back too. I tell her how Marco and I have unintentionally had s*e*x. How he has saved me from my cruel family and their wicked plan to sell me to Rick, a s*e*xual pervert. How it is a marriage of contract and not a real one.

“…I wish I haven’t stumbled in the wrong room,” I murmur as sadness overwhelms me.

“If you haven’t stumbled in the wrong room,” the voice says. “You would never have met. The Moon Goddess does what’s best for us and she has led you in the hands of Marco. You will be a happier woman if you accept it as the work of the goddess.”

“But he doesn’t love me.”

“Because he said so?” the voice chuckles. “I know Marco very well. On the outside, he’s as cold as a fish, but on the inside, he’s like a warm, fuzzy embodiment of light and love. All you need to do is just break through his cold exterior and reach into his warm heart. I believe you will be a good fit for him.”

“You seem to know a lot about him,” I observe. “Are you related?”

“Me? I…um…I…ouch.”

I hear a soft thump against the window and a male voice grunting. I am tempted to pull the veil apart and see what is going on but I don’t.

“Are you okay?” I ask. “Your voice…”

“Of course, I’m okay. I… I just have a cold,” the voice says. “So my voice is a bit hoarse.”

“But…”

“Don’t worry about me. We’re here to talk about you. Tell me something about yourself, apart from your marriage to Marco. Something personal, something you wish to happen.”

I think long and hard and only one thing comes to mind. “I create perfumes in my home pack,” I say. “And I would really want to learn from the various famous perfume designers that are in the capital. I usually make perfumes based on how I feel, but I do hope that I can work in a perfume shop where I can learn more about perfumes. Hope I can also find a similar job here.”

“Go, my child, may the Moon Goddess bless you and grant your wish.”

Lily’s POV:

The stupid smile I’ve planted on my face all day is beginning to wear me out.

Seeing Tanya in the capital really unsettles me because I’ve already devised a plan to make sure that it never happens. I am worried about how my plan has failed and I need to get answers.

“Thank you for the tea, Lily,” the last of the guests hugs me. “It is wonderful.”

“Thank you noble man,” I smile. “I’m honored by your presence.”

As the last guest in the hall leaves, I walk through the hallway to the second lounge and pull it open.

Immediately I get into the lounge and step inside, I drop my smile, and then I see him. He is sitting there, smiling as though he’s won the lottery, but I’m not in the mood. “Tell me,” I snap at him. “What is Tanya doing in the capital, huh, Brandon?”