Pregnant For The Lycan prince

Chapter one

Isabel's POV

I wake up, naked on a soft woolen bed, wrapped in the arms of a handsome man that I totally don't know. On top of that, I have no memory of what happened last night.

I shut my eyes close for a couple of moments, trusting, hoping, that I am dreaming, however, I opened my eyes just to be confronted with two frosty, blue eyes, and I screamed.

I have no clue about who the man is or how I got to the room. The previous day was my eighteenth birthday celebration and, very much like all the other things in my day to day existence, it was an all out bad dream.

Unlike today, I got up the previous morning with a happy buzz in my body. Regardless of whether nobody minded except for me, I was determined to make it my most memorable day. Turning eighteen was a great achievement for me.

Shockingly, my boss at the perfumery had allowed me to go home early that day as a gift, and with a heart taking off with fervor, I was headed to my boyfriend Alexander's house.

Alex, as I call him, was the only person in my life who had shown me love and care in spite of others' thoughts about me. He was my confidant, yet in no time, that deception had been totally broken into one million pieces.

"F**k me, Alex! Faster! I love you!" I shut my ears firmly with my hands, not having any desire to hear my boyfriend f*****g another girl.

I quietly opened the door to Alex's room, just to see my boyfriend na*ked, his body colliding with that of another girl, pushing and moaning as their sweat-soaked bodies edged to climax.

I was stunned, tears were hurrying down my face as I couldn’t hold myself from screaming his name, making him whip his head round to confront me. I didn't wait for his reaction, I surged out of his home. I didn't even look at the girl in his arms, I was too heartbroken to mind her as I left.

How come I was so naive? Alex's interest in me had been unrealistic. I go by Isabel, and I am just an ordinary girl. In fact, I'm lower than an ordinary girl; and that was a major dissatisfaction to my father who had great expectations before I was born.

My father, Gerald, is an Alpha of the Nightshade Pack, an extremely strong pack. Like most Alphas, he wanted a child that would be his heir. Sadly for me, Gerald's wife could only give him a girl-child and not a boy-child as he needed.

I actually think if Gerald's wife had given him a boy-child, I would have been saved from this pathetic reality that I lived in since I would not have been born. It was Gerald's obsession for a boy-child that caused him to consider having a surrogate. The surrogate ended up being my mom, an ordinary omega wolf in the pack.

Mother had me, a girl-child, rather than a boy-child like Gerald needed, enraging him. He swore never to have anything to do with me, but mother died not long after and he had no choice than to take me in; which was the beginning of my hopeless life. Gerald hated me since I was a girl. It didn't help my case that I ended up being an Omega wolf like my mom.

At thirteen years old, most werewolves showed their "wolf"; they transformed into a horrendous monster, a wolf. I was eighteen and my wolf hadn't shown up. I had no wolfish power, no strength. I don't even have a scent like other wolves.

I was more fragile than a female human, and Gerald hated weakness, so he couldn't stand me.

I would have gone to Vicky, Gerald's wife for solace and support, but she also couldn't stand me. She disliked my mom for sharing Gerald with her and that disdain was moved to me. I was treated with scorn and disdain and experienced no better compared to a slave in my father’s house. I would have ended it all in the past if Lila, my step-sister who was older than me by two years, was resentful to me like her parents were.

I wouldn't agree that she loved me, yet she acknowledged me as a sister and endured me; the same way one would endure a stubborn younger sister since there could have been no other decision.

All that in my life was an outright bad dream, everything with the exception of Alex.

Alex was the most remarkable wolf in Gerald's pack. He was brilliant, insightful, and exceptionally handsome. Most pack members had chosen him to be the next Alpha after Gerald. He had the attention of the prettiest girls in the entire pack, but one way or another, he had his eyes on me.

Alex was the light in my dark world and he deserved my virginity, so I needed to give myself completely to Alex on my eighteenth birthday celebration. But now that conviction has been obliterated and singed by the real world. It dawns on me again that I am a tragedy that would never be loved.

I didn't return home before I crashed down in a dim back street, weeping hysterically. It felt like my entire world was crashing down.

Not long after, Lila sat next to me. I didn't know how she found me, or how she knew that I was in an emotional breakdown, yet I couldn't have cared less. I really wanted somebody to comfort me and she was there. I described Alex's affairs in the midst of tears and wails while she serenely listened and consoled me.

A vehicle, sparkling its fog light, sped by us, lightening the dark alley shortly before it joined the highway. In that brief moment, I saw that Lila's wristwatch was the same watch that was on the wrist of the girl that Alex was having s*x with.

"That stupid girl even has a watch like yours?" I howled as the pain and hurt of my boyfriend’s betrayal left a mark on my heart.

"She did?" Lila answered and quickly removed the watch. "Of course, there are several of this watch out there,” she stammered while looking down at her watch.

Lila appeared to be bothered as she looked at the watch and I assumed I noticed the fear and frenzy in her eyes which only lasted for a brief moment, she immediately regained her composure and happy attitude. I know my step sister would not betray me so I didn't harp on the idea. She was probably confused that her wristwatch was amongst my terrible experiences.

"Guess what? I'll just discard this," she laughed and threw the wristwatch into the distance. "We can't let this destroy our evening."

"Our evening?" I was confused.

"Come on," she snickered. "You don't think your elder sister will allow your eighteenth birthday celebration to end on such an unpleasant vibe? Come on," she hauled me along as she left. "We should get you dressed, time to be drunk!”