Filed to story: Pregnant By The Heartless Lycan King
He drags his icy blue eyes all over me and when his gaze rests on my face, I shiver slightly as the room seems to get colder. His gaze is filled with raw, cold power that envelops me like an invisible cold fog.
“No, I should be,” I whine nervously. “You’re in my room. You’re na*ked and sleeping on my bed.” I wring my hands together, trying to hide the anxiety that threatens to overwhelm me.
I try to remember what happened and how I got there. The room is a mess. The man’s towel hangs on the window railing while Alina’s gown is crumpled at the foot of the bed. My pants and bra are on the opposite part of the room and the bed itself looks like it has survived a third world war.
“My name is Macro,” he hisses at me, as if he thinks what I just said is ridiculous. “Who are you?”
As he speaks, sharp, long fingers grow from his hands and he nonchalantly snaps his knuckles. His movements are slow, mesmerizing, and very dangerous.
“My name is Tanya,” I wheeze, gasping in fear as I stare at his terrifying hand. “This is my room. I was at the bar last night and I got drunk and came to sleep it off in my room.”
“You lie,” Marco suddenly snaps, startling me.
“I’m not,” I reply. “I’ll show you my keycard to prove to you that this is my room.”
He considers the thought for a few seconds before letting me go. I am awed and scared by his domineering ambience and scamper round the room trying to find the keycard that Alina gave me the previous day. He watches me closely, probably wondering what game I am playing. I breathe in relief when I finally find the keycard. It is crumpled and rough, and tossed in a corner of the room.
Excitedly, I fetch it from the floor and march triumphantly to the bed and stretch the keycard to him. His gaze shifts from my face to the keycard and I glance at his face. He is even more handsome as the morning sun casts a bright warm glow on his skin. I find myself staring at his body, wondering how such a handsome, hot man can have such a cold, expressionless gaze.
“Is this some trickery?” Marco asks, staring at the keycard as though it is the greatest joke he’s seen all his life.
“What do you mean?” I ask, startled by the deep timbre in his voice.
“This is room 410,” he announces. “And this keycard says 401.”
“What?” I gasp, unwilling to believe that he is saying the truth. There is no way I am the intruder, “Are you joking?”
“I don’t joke,” he says and tosses the keycard to me. If I were a wolf with powers, I’d have easily snapped the keycard out of the air; but I am me and I flail and stumble before I catch the keycard. I am extremely embarrassed as I subtly glance at him but he just keeps glaring at me without making any remark. I clear my throat and look at the keycard.
“4…0…1” I slowly read the number of the keycard. “This can’t be right,” I murmur, confused at the uncomfortable situation I am stuck in. “I…how…what…”
I walk towards the door but his cold voice stops me, “And where do you think you’re going?”
“To check the number on the door,” I reply solemnly while earnestly hoping that the door says 401.
“You’re na*ked, dummy,” he scoffs and I look down, remembering that I am na*ked. The ruckus of waking up beside a stranger has made me forget that I am stark na*ked. I dash to the bed, wrap the blanket around me and run to the door.
“Gosh!” I gasp, immediately hating myself. I walk back to the room, wishing that the floor will open and swallow me. I am the intruder.
“Now spill,” he says coldly that seems to say that he’s caught me red-handed and there is no point lying. “Who sent you? Eric? Lily? Joseph?”
I stutter, trying to explain myself out of a terribly awkward situation, pleading, “I don’t know those people,” I stutter as fear overwhelms me.
“I promise this isn’t a setup,” I say nervously. “I came here with my sister because it was my 18th birthday. I caught my boyfriend in bed with someone and I needed a drink. But after just one drink I started to feel dizzy and hot, so I came to my room to sleep it off. I must have wandered to the wrong room…”
I pause as my heart grows heavier in my chest. Memories of yesterday surface in my mind. Yesterday was the day I was supposed to have se*x with Brandon for the first time. I wanted to wait until the day I turned 18. But I caught him with someone else. I never even saw her face.
“I wouldn’t use my v!rginity to seduce you,” I sob, meeting his eyes. “It is just a misunderstanding…” I say that last part in a whisper.
He reaches his hand up and toward my face, grabbing it with force. I flinch, closing my eyes, and trying to take in a steady breath to calm myself down. Suddenly, his grip on my face softens and his body stilled.
I open my eyes, and then I realize a single tear has escaped from my eye and is running down my cheek; it lands gently on his hand. He takes a step away, looking down at the teardrop on his hand.
Marco suddenly turns his back to me, “You should go,” his voice softens and his posture is very rigid. “Don’t forget the keycard.”
I am surprised by how much softer his tone is. I nod and hastily get dressed. I wobble outside, hoping to get to my real room and call Alina that I am in trouble. I am just a few steps away from Marco’s room when I hear familiar voices call my name.
“Tanya!!” Alina and Brandon chorus my name in unison.
“Alina? Brandon?”
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