Pregnant For The Lycan prince

Chapter seven

Isabel’s POV

The sharp knock on the door rings again, accompanied by a greasy voice, “It’s Ben.”

My heart sinks with that sound. My first reaction is to run away, but this is my home, and where can I escape? I huddle in the corner of the living room as if that would make Ben unable to see me.

“Welcome Mr. Ben,” Lila greets the fat pervert with a very bright smile. “We’ve been expecting you.”

“Well,” he cackles. “I’m here and I hope I’m not too late.”

“No, Ben,” Gerald says, his voice reeking of indifference as though he is bored and would rather be somewhere. “Come, let’s get this over with.”

“Oh, there’s my bride,” Ben laughs. I know I shouldn’t cry, I shouldn’t show my cowardice in front of Ben, but when I muster up my courage to glare at Ben, my tears still fall from my eyes indefensibly. Ben seems to enjoy my tears very much.

His face gleans with l**t and he repeatedly smacks his lips as he looks me over.

“Well, let’s get to business,” Vicky announces.

“Father!” I sob and wobble to my father’s feet. “Please, please save me.”

“I told you I can’t, cub,” he snarls at me. “You did this to yourself when you got pregnant for him. We should be grateful he’s generous enough to accept a cheat.”

“But I didn’t cheat,” I deny, desperate to tell my father my side of the story, hoping he can change his mind after that. “Alex is the one that cheats on me with Lila. They’ve been seeing each other behind my back for a couple of weeks. Please believe me, dad, Lila is the one that drugged me with a strong aphrodisiac and set me up with Ben. Dad, I…”

A sharp sting on my cheek cuts off my words. Vicky has slapped me so hard that I see stars dancing around my head. I was so focused on Gerald that I didn’t see her coming.

“How dare you accuse my daughter and your boyfriend of this treachery?” she snaps. “They already told us you would try to lie your way out.”

“Dad, please,” Vicky’s slap makes my cheek hurt a lot, but I ignore the pain and continue to plead with my father. Even though I know there is little chance my father will change his mind, it is my last hope, “Please believe me.”

“No, cub,” Gerald says in that same indifferent voice. “You lie.” His words carry a tone of finality that weighs me down. My father gives me his final trial, and this is my fate.

“Don’t cry, princess,” Ben chuckles and moves closer to me, running his rough, scaly hands on my face. “I’ll take care of you.”

I close my eyes and recoil from his touch. At that moment, it feels like I’ve just been thrown into a deep, inescapable well of despair and hopelessness. Despite all the hardships that I’ve faced in life, I always have a positive outlook. I believe that I will pull through and I just need to find the silver lining. But as Ben caresses my cheeks, there is no silver lining to this death sentence. I am going to be a s*x slave and die a miserable death. Tears stream down my eyes as it dawns on me that this is the end of my pitiful life. There is no light at the end of the tunnel, just darkness.

Suddenly, Ben’s nauseating touch disappears and is replaced by his painful groan. I slowly open my eyes to see what is happening. When I open my eyes, Ethan’s blue, beautiful eyes gaze back at me. I initially think I am dead and gazing into the eyes of an angel or I’m having a hallucination so I can escape my painful reality, until he speaks, and I realize that it is real.

“Are you okay?” he asks and I slowly nod, still confused about his sudden presence in my house.

Ethan moves swiftly and Ben yells in pain, crumpling to the ground.

“How dare you?” he yells. “You dislocated my shoulders.”

Ethan merely turns towards my startled parents, totally ignoring Ben who is writhing in pain. His gaze sweeps through the room and falls on the strip which is on the table. He stares at it for a couple of seconds before he addresses my parents.

“My name is Ethan. I’m the man that impregnated your daughter.”

“What?” Gerald yells. “Ben is…”

“Lying,” Ethan cuts off Gerald. “I’m sure he would tell you the truth if he doesn’t want his other shoulder dislocated.”

“He… He’s right,” Ben groans in pain, having no choice but to be honest. He tells the whole truth, “He’s telling the truth. I never slept with her, I just want her for myself regardless.”

“There you have it,” he says. “And I will be Isabel’s husband.”

I gaze at Ethan as though I’m seeing a divine deity. His voice is just as calm as his face, placid even. It is as though he is unaffected by the environment, like a cold wall of ice that nothing ever penetrates. Even when my father locks his gaze with him, Ethan doesn’t flinch. He is unruffled and shows no emotions.

“You come to my house, break the arm of my guest and you expect me to believe your words?” Gerald asks in an extremely angry voice but absolutely does not ruffle Ethan. Usually, any wolf in the pack that stands before Gerald is quaking with fear when Gerald gazes at them, but Ethan is unbothered by the devilish gaze.

“Dislocate,” he corrects Gerald calmly. “Not break.”

“You insolent fool. Get out of here,” Gerald yells, backing his words with immense powers that make everyone in the room shiver with fear; everyone except Ethan.

I cannot believe the scene that is slowly unfolding before me. Gerald is the most powerful wolf I know. In fact, I believe he is the most powerful wolf in the whole world. Other wolves quake in fear before him, shivering and cowering in fear whenever he unleashes his full wolfish powers. There is an obvious strain on Gerald’s face as he pushes his wolf powers to the maximum. Vicky has taken several steps back from him, Lila is cowering in fear, Alex is trying to be brave but he is obviously affected by Gerald’s angry wolfish power; and me? I think I’d pass out from the strain of the wolfish powers. While everyone else, even Gerald himself, is feeling the strain of Gerald’s power, Ethan seems bored.

He is extremely calm and is unbothered by Gerald’s blatant display of power, ‘Do we really have to do this?’ he sighs. “Fine. Stop!”

He only says one word, but that word carries enough power to level the whole house. Everyone is shaken by his powers, and Gerald groans in pain. Just as fast as his power sweeps through the room, it disappears and everyone breathes in relief. If he keeps it up, we will all die from the strain, the house will collapse, and he will walk out, unscathed.

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way,” he sighs. “What’s your response to my proposal to your daughter?”

For the first time in my life, I see that Gerald is afraid.

“But he’s already paid for her, in full,” Gerald tries hard to maintain his majesty, but still can’t help but tremble a moment as he speaks. “Ben is very generous with his payment and I am under obligation to honor my side of the bargain. I…”

“So this is all about money?” Ethan snorts and pulls a blank check from his pocket. “Write your price.”

Gerald and Vicky exchange a fearful glance as they gaze at the check, which has “Royal Bank” written on it. I don’t know what it means, but they obviously do.

“Get on with it,” Ethan prompts them. “I don’t have all day.”

Gerald writes a hefty figure on the check and Ethan shakes his hands. Gerald has a sly smile on the corner of his lips. He is obviously happy with the amount and is willing to hand me over to a perfect stranger that he has never seen before. I realize with horror that Gerald doesn’t care about me at all. I’ve always thought he regards me as his daughter, even if he treats me like a slave, but I am obviously wrong. I am just a slave that should be sold for the right amount.

He trades a knowing glance with Lila and I realize that he knows all along. He knows the truth. He knows Lila has drugged me and set me up. He knows Alex and Lila are cheating behind my back. He knows everything but doesn’t care. All he cares about is money. At that moment, I’m really disappointed. Though they treat me badly, I actually love them. I’m so disappointed that they don’t feel anything for me.

“Isabel,” Ethan’s deep voice resonates in my ears. “Let’s go. I’m late already.”

He stretches his palm towards me, waiting for me to take his hands. I realize that he wants me to know that it is my choice. He wants me to make a choice so I won’t feel like I am forced to follow him. But do I really have a choice? Between a family that hates me very passionately and a handsome stranger that I’m pregnant for, what choice do I really have?

I put my hands in his, “Yes,” I say. “I’ll go with you.”