Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Chapter 40

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Chapter 40 Brandon Stole My Designs

Brandon’s POV:

1 hour ago:

God I needed this…

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My hand was slung round Alina’s dainty little waist, slipping my finger through the belt loop on her jeans. I pulled her tighter against me, hearing her m*oa*n as the bottom half of me pressed against her, whilst my lips meshed against hers. But just as she began to undo the buttons of my shirt, my phone blasted its ringtone.

I groaned. I pulled away to lounge back against the couch. She rushed to fix her disheveled hair as I picked up the phone. “What?”

“Don’t tell me what. You owe me a favor.”

I grinned when I heard Lily’s irritated voice over the phone. It had been a while since she contacted me. The last time was when she was furious at the fact that I had let Tanya find a way to leave the Blackhide Pack. Even though I faked being her boyfriend and stole her perfume designs. To Lily it hadn’t been good enough, that, and well, Tanya marrying Prince Marco was a hilarious, but also problematic turnaround of events.

In all honesty, I didn’t really care. I was an Alpha werewolf, and I had Alina. Course, Lily did always offer easy money. “Is the pay good?”

“You’ll take what I give you, on the fact that you don’t mess this up again,” I rolled my eyes as she went on about how I failed the last time.

But eventually I responded. “Fine. What is it?”

“I’ve accused Tanya of copying my perfume designs. I need you to go steal her manuscripts so that she has no way of proving her innocence. Get this done and I’ll pay you good. Brandon, you must do it successfully. She can’t get away with this. I will not have an omega beat me at my own damn game.”

Even though Lily tried to mask her desperation through her snide remarks, I sensed the urgency of the issue. I almost felt a tad sorry for her. “Aw, you poor thing,” I said mockingly, enjoying her annoying huffs that I could hear over the phone. “Don’t worry about it darling. I’ll get those manuscripts. Tanya will never find them.”

“Don’t mess this up,” before I could cheekily respond, Lily hung up the phone, and all I could do was shrug. I kissed Alina one last time, before telling her I’d be back to continue our little session later.

Knowing exactly where Tanya had kept her manuscripts, I headed to the building and into her now abandoned room. In no time, I found the ones I was looking for, and I turned to leave, only to suddenly heard movement from down the hall.

I rushed into one of the dark corners of the room. Standing very still, I watched as suddenly Tanya entered through the doorway. I licked my lips in desperate need as my eyes slipped down her slender figure. When seeing her again, something within me awakened. And after being suppressed for so long, I finally let loose my desires in a sudden wave that overtook me.

Tanya’s POV:

At present: 00:30

Brandon steps towards me in a slow and deliberate manner, taunting me with a grin. Something in me senses the danger he poses towards me, and something in his expression suggests he isn’t interested in chatting. “Brandon, please… don’t.”

Brandon has no intention of listening to me. I’m not given the chance to scream as he lunges at me. He’s too quick and slips a piece of tuff fabric into my mouth and ties it behind my head, gagging me and preventing me from making any noises, 1

My breathing accelerates as I’m fearful for my life. I’m only an omega without a wolf and am no match for Brandon who’s an immensely powerful alpha. And so there’s nothing I can do but watch the lust that seeps into his hungry gaze that slips down my body. A wolfish grin settles on his expression that invokes terror within me.

I can barely fight off his hands, and before I know it, I feel air breeze over parts of my skin as he suddenly rips open my dress and tears my body free. I’m frozen in terror as his hands run down my body, he’s rough with me as he caresses my body savagely in a manner that’s both sensual and immoral.

I whimper, wriggling like a terrified lamb fearing slaughter. But Brandon ignores my pleas, he nestles his head into the crook of my neck, kissing and nibbling greedily at my flesh, threateningly to drop his head lower and lower. I feel his hot breath against my sensitive skin, as his breathing comes out in uneven m*oa*ns of desire, that ignite sparks of discomfort and pain throughout my body.

“You’re so weak Tanya,” he says, sounding pleased that he has me to himself. “But I won’t deny your beauty,” he says while licking his licks like a predator ready to devour his prey. “You got away from me last time… I think it’s only fitting you make up for leaving me alone with my desires and forcing me to suppress my need for you.”

As I struggle to keep Brandon from taking this any further, I hear Marco at the door. Knocking repeatedly and calling out to me, clearly sensing that something is wrong as I’ve been in the room for a while now.

But my attention is once again pulled away as Brandon becomes rougher with his attempts. His hands gripping me in places they don’t belong, I can only yelp in muffled fragments with the rope in my mouth as I feel my skin being pulled and pinched in ways that I know will leave bruising. He presses against me harshly, ensuring there’s barely any space between our bodies, leaving little room for me to breathe.

I then hear a deep aggravated snarl come from his throat as my necklace gets in the way, stopping him from kissing the rest of my neck with his lips. Without warning, he snatches it, snapping its chain and flings it across the room in a ravenous display.

But just as he does so, I suddenly feel an overwhelming amount of power surge through me. Almost unconsciously, I channel that energy to protect myself. Slamming my hands against Brandon which violently thrusts him away from me, bashing his back against the wall. 0

I quickly undo the gag.

“Marco! Help me! Quick!”

Aware the door is locked, my husband kicks it down with unquestionable ease, eyes blazing with readiness to defend me. But before he can attack, Brandon rushes to grab me, throwing me into Marco’s arms as a form of distraction, before fleeing out of the room in a blur. “No! My manuscripts,” I fumble to stand, desperately wanting to go after him, but also terrified and weak from what I’ve just experienced.

Marco pulls me back, holding me tightly against him. “I – I let him get away. It’s my fault. I let him escape with the proof I need.”

In sadness, I slip away from Marco’s hold, stepping over to pick up my necklace. I place it gently round my neck, once again feeling a strange rush of energy in my body. Yet still unable to identify what’s happening to me.

I don’t question it more as Marco draws my attention back to him. “Your safety is of utmost importance to me Tanya. Don’t worry, I’ll find your manuscripts. I’ll do whatever it takes. I promise.”

The deadline comes upon me quicker than I hoped for. And once again I and Lily face each other in front of everyone as we await trial. My efforts have been a disaster, and now there is no substantial way to prove my innocence to everyone. The manuscripts that Brandon stole are the only possible way of setting me free.

Even though I’m aware of Lily and Brandon’s entanglement that leads to my demise, I lose all sense of hope, and I nervously pick at the skin of my finger in growing anxiousness. I watch as Lily’s smile broadens by the minute, and the judges seem ready to convict me as guilty of stealing Lily’s perfume creations.

However, just when I think it’s all over. Marco suddenly bursts into the courtroom. My eyes grow wide as the crowd instinctually clears a path as my husband storms towards the end of the room. In his hands he carries papers that he slams down hard on the judges’ table, declaring loudly.

“Tanya is the true creator of the perfumes…”