Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I gripped the sink, dry heaving until my stomach cramped. No. It can't be. It was too soon for morning sickness. Way too soon. Unless... Unless it was a Lycan thing. I had heard the legends. When a female conceives a Lycan's pup—especially a Royal Lycan—the reaction is instant. The pup's powerful energy clashes with the mother's body immediately. My hand trembled as I hovered it over my flat stomach. A strange warmth radiated from within, a tiny, flickering spark that wasn't there yesterday.

We both stilled, holding our breath. This caught me off guard. The pill, I was told, was supposed to be effective for several hours. As I stared at her, confused, the doctor whispered, "It's her pregnancy," he looked at her, "These things barely work on pregnant Lycans. Lycans are very strong. Their women are somehow stronger during their pregnancy." Oh shit. Slowly, with a groan, Marian held her head and sat up. Instantly, her gaze settled on us. Her eyes widened and she immediately tried to rise but she fell back, weakened.

“B…but Rayna… Shouldn’t we talk about it?” “I trust you, Alex.” She smiled tenderly, “Don’t you want kids? We like each other. And to tell you the truth I have already started falling for you. Ninety-nine percent of the beasts can’t get pregnant in their first attempt.” When I stayed quiet, she spoke again, “Please Alex. Let’s not use protection. Lycans usually don’t make their she-wolves mates pregnant in the first attempt.” She was right about it. Lycans race usually took time of one or two years especially if it was a female from another race.

He pulled out his hands in front of him, hitting and clapping them together as he spoke like I was now a little kid that needed calm explaining to understand the things he had to say. "Axel, you are a Lycan and those women you sleep with are neither your fated mate nor Lycans. The chances of getting them pregnant are slim. That's why you need to see a doctor —and not a shrink, who can plan when and how best you can meet with them to increase the chances!"

Luke slaps you in the face, "Wake up!" "Ow!" you complain. "Are you pregnant?" he asks, grabbing your face. "What?" you ask confused. "I know pregnant lycan women can't shift if they are pregnant. Well, they can but it is extremely painful and will result in miscarriage or the baby being disformed," Luke says, still holding onto your face. "If she is pregnant you better take her with you. I want nothing to do with babies," Luke's father says, sounding half disappointed. "Please, sir. Please keep me. I am not pregnant," you plead.

He stepped closer instead, his eyes glowing like molten emeralds. “You and your kind deserve no mercy,” he said coldly. “You wolves have been a thorn in the flesh of every lycan. Today, that ends. You found our hideout and cost me two of my brothers. I know your name—and I know exactly what you are. And when I’m done with you, you’ll curse the day you became my mate.” His words froze the air in my lungs. “Take her away!” he commanded. Hands gripped my arms and dragged me backward, my heart hammering as I stared at him in disbelief.

But after that, everything gets blurry. I don't know how we ended up in this room together. All I know is that I woke up next to him, and I couldn't remember anything after that last shot. As I turned over to look at the man next to me, my heart skipped a beat. I realized that something was different. His features seemed more defined, his muscles more toned. And then I saw the faint outline of a tattoo on his wrist and shoulder, one that I knew all too well. I sat up, my eyes widening in shock as I realized what had happened. The man I had slept with was none other than the great Lycan prince of the land.

In fact, it had me losing more of my appetite. “For lycans, there is nothing more intimate and binding than the mate bond. For humans, there is nothing more intimate and binding than marriage. So, Ariya, Nicholas, you two will be getting married. You’ll be a starting point, a foundation upon which our co-existence begins. And then, perhaps sometime in the future, we can finally close the giant rift between our kinds.”

I took the seat next to her bed, the one I’d stayed in over the past week. Werewolves didn’t see mates with the same reverence we did as lycans. The chances of a lycan ever finding their mate was slim. We lived far longer lives and our mates could be any species: human, witch, werewolf. The chances of us ever meeting were astronomically low. Most lycans formed partnerships with friends, had children and moved on. It was what my parents did, it was what I thought I’d have to do. She was a fucking miracle, and she didn’t even realize it.

He knew that Dominick had more plans to do. His other hand was over her tummy. She can’t smell if she’s pregnant but Lycans get pregnant easily if the female is in heat or fertile. Are they already expecting an heir? But it seemed to be too early. “What are you doing?” She finally whispered in his ear.