Pregnant After One Night Stand With The Lycan King Novels & Stories

The rest of the night was a blur. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This can't be happening." She remembered the rumors, the whispers about the Lycan King, a powerful creature who ruled the hidden world of werewolves. He was said to be ruthless, dangerous, and utterly irresistible. Could he be the father? The thought sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't know anything about the Lycan world, about werewolves, or about the King. All she knew was that she was pregnant, and her life was about to change forever.

“No we don’t. So long as you bare my mark, my claim your able to become pregnant. For if there’s one thing you’ll come to know my Queen it’s that Lycan hold magical properties and mine allow me to procreate with whoever bares my mark. And you little Queen now bare my mark. Now I’ll ask you again, are you ready for me?” Another shiver quick to rise as I move to consider letting a 6’6 Lycan with a 9 inch cock royally fuck me. My only thought being of yes. Reade purring at the thought of having a huge cock buried within us as I move to answer him back. “Yes, my King. Fuck me. Fuck me with all 9 inches and fill me with your hot sticky cum and let me carry your child.” Arlo and Tryn both growling

"Whatever you decide to do about Damon's expedition, you should know traveling in your condition would be risky. Very risky. Especially through dangerous territories." "I understand." I left the healing chambers in a daze, my mind spinning. Pregnant. After everything after losing Magnus, after the war, after fighting so hard to reclaim my strength and independence I was pregnant again. With the Lycan King's child. The former conqueror of my pack. The man who'd destroyed everything I'd known. The man I was falling in love with. Killian's POV I found Mira hours later, sitting by the river that ran through Evergreen's territory, staring at the water.

She raised her hand again—and then the air changed. A growl filled the room. Deep, furious, in a way no ordinary wolf could ever be. “How dare you lay your hands on her?” The voice thundered through the hall. I looked up. And there he was, the man from the night before. “K—King Dominic?” Luna Vera gasped. The Lycan King. Before I could even process the words, he crossed the room in three strides. His hands locked around her shoulders, lifting her as if she weighed nothing before slamming her into the wall.

said the maid, quickly lowering her head. In fact, as king of the lycans, I was always surrounded by females. Many were just maids, while others were brought in from other packs for me to fuck and impregnate. Unfortunately, I couldn't impregnate any of them, which caused a wave of infertility and concern. Without further ado, I walked with the towel around my waist until I reached my office. Without thinking, I opened the door with a loud bang. “May I ask why you come here without warning me? Is this how I should receive you then?” I said brusquely.

The first time Scarlett De Luca saw Alpha Logan Ashford, he was fifteen, standing in the pouring rain with a split lip and a broken arm after defending a frightened omega from three older wolves. That was the day she fell for him. Eight years later, she stood in front of a full-length mirror, wondering if she looked beautiful enough to become his Luna. The soft blue gown hugged her figure without being extravagant — she couldn't afford extravagant. Every coin she'd saved over six months had gone into it, and she'd spent three nights sewing loose beads back into place by hand. Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the neckline for what felt like the hundredth time.

Zaria was thrashing weakly against the tangled, sweat-soaked sheets, her dark hair plastered to her pale forehead, small whimpering gasps tearing from her dry lips as the herbal tincture tore the remaining nightshade venom from her blood. In two long strides, the Lycan King crossed the floor, dropping heavily to his knees beside the mattress. He wanted to hug her fragile body into his arms and male her f*e his warmth. He wanted to press himself into her badly just the way he has always imagined but he couldn't. He didn't want to scare her or do anything that would make her hate him at this point.

We make plans together and have been monitoring the reconstruction of the previous Palace together. Amanisa and I had become a duo and getting away from her had become harder… the growth of my feelings happened within a week. After a week of hearing her laugh after I heard her cry in her bathtub. A week of sliding into her and filling her with my seeds, knowing that she might get pregnant at some point if I continued but Lycan Kings were built that way. Our seeds couldn't be wasted and there was no way I could have pulled out of Amanisa without emptying my seed in her… thankfully, females usually get pregnant with Lycan King’s child after they are marked and Amanisa wasn't marked.

I know where he is headed with his question. “That is the Prince’s decision to make.” My father comes to my aid again but Beta Karl doesn't seem to be getting it at all and he only presses on. “The next full moon is just a few months away. If the prince does not reject his mate on time and get a new one, he wouldn't be able to succeed you, Alpha Sean. We all know the laws of the pack that governed every Lycan King and Alphas before you. An Alpha or a Lycan King cannot succeed his predecessor without a Luna by his side.” Beta Karl quotes and I set my jaw as he speaks the harsh truth.

Maverick scoffed at her question. Mya rolled her eyes at him. "Calm down, Maverick. She's not the cause of your bitterness." With a sweet smile plastered on her face, she turned back to Cinnia. "Denzel is our Lycan King. The blood demons are the ones to be terrified at what he'll do to them." Cinnia's tense shoulders relaxed and she breathed out a sigh. "Are you happy, Cinnia Ramilek?" Maverick asked, his stare boring into her soul through the rearview mirror.