Filed to story: Pregnant By The Heartless Lycan King
Little flower? I blush at the pet name. When I first came here, I wanted to look like an elegant rose for him, but these wild, colorful delicate flowers are so much more beautiful. I would much rather be Marco’s little flower than a luxurious rose. I take the small bouquet from his hands, touched by the gesture.
“They’re perfect,” I whisper. “Thank you.”
Something makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and the strange sensation of being watched makes me tear my gaze away from Marco. Between the rain and the shadows, I swear I saw Ayana’s eyes watching us from across the street, full of contempt and indignation. But when I blink and look again, there’s nothing there. Maybe I imagined it.
“Come on, let’s get you home,” Marco says, standing up.
I turn my attention back to him, happy to obey, but when I try to get up, my legs are shaky. I’ve been curled up and trembling in the cold for so long that my feet have gone completely numb, and I get dizzy when I try to move. I stumble into Marco’s arms, his large hands catching me before I stagger to the ground.
For a moment, I’m frozen in his arms, my heart racing in my chest as my head spins. Marco’s arms are strong around me, but I quickly struggle to regain my footing. Whether he calls me a little flower or not, I know he doesn’t love me. Our marriage is an arrangement, and he probably doesn’t want this kind of closeness between us.
Marco frowns after I pull away, appraising my movements. To my surprise, he kneels in front of me, gesturing for me to climb onto his back.
“I’ll carry you,” he says, his tone commanding.
I almost protest, saying that I don’t want to inconvenience him, but I can barely stand, let alone walk home through the rain.
Hesitantly, I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. His muscles are hard and taught against my skin, and I pray he can’t feel my racing heart as I gently take the umbrella from him, holding it to free his hands.
He stands up, his hands grasping my thighs. His touch is hot and firm, even through the damp fabric of my dress. Even though we’re both drenched, I hold the umbrella to shield our heads as he starts walking back toward the townhouse. The street lamps are reflected on the rain-covered pavement. Against the glittering lights of the night, I can make out our silhouette between the shadows. I smile at the image.
There, reflected in the rain, we look almost like a painting or a postcard. We look like a real couple. If anyone looked, they’d see a husband and wife sharing an intimate moment in the rain. It’s so sweet and simple that it fills me with a cozy sort of courage. I hesitate for a while, but then slowly, I gently rest my head on his shoulder, soaking in the comfort of our proximity.
Marco notices my gesture, and he tugs slightly over his shoulder, pulling the coat that’s draped around me tightly. I bite my lower l*p softly, failing to hold back a little smile. He must think I’m only leaning against him because of the cold, but that’s okay. He doesn’t mind; he doesn’t push me away. I know he’s not in love with me, and we’re not a real couple, but for now, he holds me closely, making me feel safe and warm. I know I will treasure the memory of tonight long after it ends, and in this moment where it’s just the two of us and the rain, that is enough.
When we get to the townhouse, Marco sets me down gently. Arriving here with him really makes it feel like coming home. Once I’ve found my footing, Marco steps back to examine me, ensuring that I’m okay and I can stand on my own. However, it’s not my own well-being that worries me but his.
There’s a strange expression on his face, and he’s gritting his teeth together as if trying to suppress it. But it’s not just the look on his face; there’s something else I can’t really describe that makes me shiver anxiously. There’s a sort of feral aura around him like some otherworldly beast is taking hold of him, and Marco is struggling to hold it back.
“Marco… are you okay?”
“I’m fine!” he growls.
He takes a few shaky breaths, fighting to calm himself as fear courses through my veins. What’s happening to him?
“Go to your room, Tanya.”
I can tell it’s an order, not a request, but I’m hesitant to leave his side when he’s in such a state. Concern urges me towards him, and I take a small step towards him in hopes of comforting him, but he pulls away sharply as if trying to maintain a safe distance between the two of us.
“I don’t want to leave you like this. What’s wrong?”
“I said I’m fine!” he barks at me, his tone fierce and commanding.
I shrink back slightly, startled by the aggression. I can see him fighting to remain calm.
“Just go to your room,” he grunts as if it’s difficult to get the words out. “I won’t ask again. Lock the door, and don’t come out until the sun rises, no matter what.”
I don’t dare refuse him, so I quickly rush to my room and do as he says. I try to get ready for bed, but I can’t stop worrying about Marco. I pat my hair dry with a towel and slip onto a nightgown, leaving on my wedding ring and a ruby necklace like I always do.
I’m starting to wonder how I will be able to sleep when I’m so concerned about Marco when a horrible howl tears through the night. I whirl around in a panic at the sound, my gaze landing on the bedroom window as the roar echoes around me. Outside amidst the blackness, the full moon shines in the sky.
Tanya’s POV
The howling continues, each guttural roar more pained than the last. I know Marco told me to stay in my room no matter what, but his tortured cries pierce my soul and reverberate deep within me until I can’t take it anymore.
I open the door of my room, hesitating in the hallway for a moment as my concern for Marco wars against fear and uncertainty. Finally, I reach his room, but when I knock on the door, there’s no answer. Every few minutes, there’s another pained howl, and the silence in between is just as alarming.
His room is locked from the inside, and the door won’t budge when I struggle with the knob. Desperation intensifies my need to reach him, to help him. I look around until my eyes land on a decorative candelabra on the hallway counter. Another anguished howl snaps me into action, and I instinctively grab the candlestick and slam it onto the doorknob. It takes me a few tries until I manage to knock the metal hard enough that the lock gives in, and I’m able to swing the door open.
Inside, the room is dark, but I can make out Marco’s silhouette a few feet away from me. Only it’s not Marco, at least not the Marco I know. He’s shifted into his Lycan form, his usually broad shoulders and defined muscles becoming even larger and sharper. His fur is black as night, and the moonlight glints on the curved claws. In this form, he’s as terrifying as he is beautiful. But what shocks me isn’t the fangs or fierce aura around him, but rather his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes have turned a shade of red, like a crimson fire burning beneath the surface of cyan ice.
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