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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8.7
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella.
Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark.
But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved.
Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies.
When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel.
While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest.
The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella.
He ordered my father to punish me.
I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth.
That night, the love in my heart finally died.
On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven.
Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney.
By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.
9.4
My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.
8.3
Imogen Montgomery was the perfect billionaire heiress, deeply in love and ready to marry her fiancé, Clark Ellis.
That all ended the night her cousin Kathleen ripped the sapphire pendant from her neck and pushed her into a pool of toxic chemicals to die.
Two years later, Imogen's eyes snapped open. But she didn't wake up in a hospital. She woke up tied to a stained mattress, trapped in the battered body of Briana, a teenage girl from the slums who had just been sold to a local trafficker.
After violently fighting her way out of a cheap motel, she discovered the horrifying truth. Kathleen had taken over the Montgomery Group. She had locked Imogen's grieving parents away in a psychiatric facility as prisoners.
And worst of all, Kathleen was now flaunting her stolen wealth online, preparing to marry Clark.
A wave of pure, white-hot rage boiled in her blood. Kathleen had murdered her, stolen her family, and was playing the perfect grieving cousin. How was she supposed to fight back? She was just a runaway nobody now. If she tried to expose the truth, Kathleen's security would shoot her dead in the street.
She needed a weapon. She needed a shield. She needed the one man Kathleen feared.
Covered in mud and blood, Briana intercepted Clark's car in the freezing rain. She was going to infiltrate his home as his vulgar, unhinged fake mistress, and she would drag Kathleen straight down to hell.
8.0
For six years, I played the perfect, submissive wife to Wall Street titan Francis Castro. I suffocated my own ambitions to fit into his conservative world.
But while I waited alone at a Michelin restaurant, a news alert popped up. My husband had just dropped millions on an aquamarine diamond necklace for his "muse," Chanelle.
The real nightmare began when I rushed home to find our five-year-old son in severe anaphylactic shock. I frantically called Francis from the ambulance, but he manually rejected my calls. He couldn't leave the bidding war for Chanelle's PR launch.
When he finally arrived at the ER, Chanelle was right beside him, wearing that blinding multi-million-dollar necklace. He didn't ask about our dying son.
"Why weren't you watching him?" he demanded, his voice hard and accusing.
And when my son woke up, hazy from the drugs, he rejected my touch and reached for Chanelle instead. Francis just stood there, praising Chanelle for knowing exactly how to calm him down.
I stared at the three of them looking like a perfect, happy family. Six years of swallowing my pride, only to realize my husband would let our son choke to death just to buy another woman's smile.
The last thread of my heart snapped. I handed him the divorce papers, demanding zero alimony. Then, I drove to a hidden Brooklyn loft, cut off my hair, and unlocked my safe.
It was time to resurrect my true identity—the legendary fashion designer, Ember.J. I am going to burn her empire to the ground.
9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
8.4
On the night before her wedding, Navia Harrison discovers her fiancé in bed with her step-sister-and worse, the two of them are already planning how to get rid of her after the marriage.
Humiliated and consumed by hatred, Navia exposes their affair during the wedding ceremony itself, destroying both families' reputations in a single move.
Then, she meets him.
Leonel Crawford - the cold and dangerously powerful head of the Crawford family. Untouchable. Ruthless. A man no woman has ever been able to keep close.
He's also her ex-fiancé's uncle.
One impulsive proposal changes everything.
"If you need a wife... marry me instead."
"Honestly... we'd make a pretty good match."