MY SON'S FATHER IS A WEREWOLF

CHAPTER 1

I clutched my head as I remembered what happened last night.

I was lying on the bed, on top of him. Our lips met, hungry and desperate.

He took me over. Slowly. I didn't resist.

"If you don't want this, I'll stop," he whispered.

"If you stop, I'll hurt you," I replied, pulling him down. "I want to feel everything."

He slid inside. I gasped. Hot. Hard. Deep.

"s**t… you're so tight…" he groaned in my ear as he thrust.

"Keep going… don't stop… let it all out…" I said, gripping his back.

He became more intense—but not brutal. Passionate. Powerful. The bed almost broke beneath him.

"I won't come outside," he groaned. "I want to fill you, give you a child, Lysandra. I want to leave my mark inside you."

"I want that too I want to feel everything…" I answered, my vision swirling with the intensity of the sensation.

With the final thrust, he went all the way in. His heat surged inside me hot, thick, and I felt completely full.

"You're mine now. From now on… you're only mine," he whispered, licking my neck.

Damn it, what have I done?

I still felt hot between my thighs as I slowly got out of the bed of a man I didn't know.

I was still naked, and even if I tried to deny it, I knew what happened last night was real. This wasn't a dream.

The sheets smelled of sweat, of man, of sin. But I didn't feel any guilt.

Instead, I felt a strange peace in my chest as if, in one night of breaking myself, a part of me had been rebuilt.

I quietly got dressed. The man in the bed showed no signs of waking. He was sound asleep, as if he didn't have a care in the world. I looked at him one last time.

He was handsome. His eyes were blue last night, now closed, but his image was still fresh in my mind—a sharp nose, a firm jaw, and a body that looked like it had been forged in war.

I didn't know his name. He didn't introduce himself. And I didn't even ask.

"Thank you…" I whispered before I left the room.

THREE WEEKS HAD PASSED SINCE THAT NIGHT.

And here I was now, sitting on the toilet, holding a pregnancy test.

Two. Lines. Clear. There was no other way to interpret this.

I was pregnant.

The test fell from my hand. I sat down on the tiles, and it felt like the whole world had suddenly become heavy. I stared blankly for a few minutes before sighing.

"s**t…" I covered my mouth as tears slowly started to fall.

I wasn't a crier. But now? I didn't know if it was fear, shock, or joy? It was all so confusing.

I forced myself to stand up. I needed to think. I needed to make a decision.

"Best, are you okay? You're so quiet," Cassia asked as we had coffee at the eatery.

She was smiling, but I could sense the concern in her tone.

"I'm okay," I replied. "I have something to tell you."

"Is it about Raf again?" I shook my head.

"No. We're done. It's been over for a long time. He's no longer part of my life." She looked at me, a little surprised.

"Oh? Good. About time," she smiled. "So, what is it you wanted to say?"

I was silent for a moment before placing the pregnancy test on the table. Of course, I wrapped it in tissue.

"You're kidding! I thought you were done!"

"This isn't Rafael's…"

She frowned. "Huh? Then who's the father?"

I took a sip of my coffee and whispered, "I don't know his name."

That night, I lay in bed, holding my stomach. I couldn't feel any movement inside yet, but I knew there was a new life growing there.

Was it wrong to hide everything? Was it wrong not to look for the father?

But what would I say?

"Hi, sorry, I'm pregnant, you're the father, I don't know your name but we have a child?"

I shook my head.

Then I asked myself.

Did I really need him? Did my child need that man?

Was he kind? Evil? A monster?

Even if he was kind that night, I didn't know his whole being. I didn't know where he was, if he was married, if he was a criminal, or…

I thought.

Why did it seem like he wasn't normal?

His body was too hot that night. His gaze was too sharp. Too hungry, but in control. Like an animal. But not crude.

But instead of fear, I felt a slight thrill.

Damn it, Lysandra. You're already pregnant, and you're still being romantic?

As the days passed, I embraced the fact that I was going to be a mother even more.

I went for checkups, planned a small online business, and slowly adjusted.

I had no intention of looking for that man. Not because of anger, but because I believed that if my child was meant for him, he would find a way to find us.

And if not… then that's that.

SIX MONTHS LATER.

"Oh my gosh, Lysandra, your belly is so big!" Cassia exclaimed as she gave me sandwich.

"Hasn't the father contacted you yet?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I don't even know him, best. How would I contact him?"

"What if he suddenly shows up?"

"Then he can accept his child. But for now… this is mine for now."

Cassia looked at my belly and smiled.