PREGNANT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND'S BETA BEST FRIEND

CHAPTER 2

STEFANNY WATSON

The forest remains dark around me.

I am weak, lying on the ground, with my hands tied and my shoulder throbbing in pain.

I can feel the blood slowly dripping as I tremble, watching everything without being able to do anything.

Maycon, in his Lycan form, fights fiercely against the others.

Each blow he strikes is brutal and precise.

He tears through the flesh of the enemy Lycans with terrifying strength, and every roar makes the ground shake, as if the forest itself responds to his rage.

He takes them down one by one, without hesitation.

His claws gleam under the moonlight, covered in blood, as he eliminates all those who try to surround him.

Some fall dead, but the survivors continue, even hesitantly, attacking.

However, Maycon is relentless, driven by the need to protect me.

My whole body is paralyzed with fear, tense, and waiting for the worst.

I try to free myself from the bonds cutting into my skin, but my body is exhausted.

Panic paralyzes me.

After what feels like an eternity, the last Lycan falls.

Maycon sinks his teeth into the creature's neck, which lets out a muffled scream before collapsing lifeless.

He breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looks around, making sure the danger has passed.

He then turns his gaze to me, still lying on the ground, trembling.

He runs to me, and before he reaches me, he shifts back into his human form.

He is covered in scratches and blood, but his golden eyes look at me with a concern that worries me even more.

"You're bleeding, Stefanny.", he says, his voice low and urgent, as he begins to untie my hands.

I can barely speak, still trapped in the terror that has invaded my mind. I whisper, almost voiceless:

"Damien..."

Maycon sighs and carefully lifts me, pulling me toward the car.

"They won't be able to find Damien, but I need to get you out of here now. It's not safe."

My legs barely respond, still trembling with fear.

My mind is confused, wavering between the fear of Damien and the relief that Maycon is here.

He puts me in the passenger seat and soon gets into the sports car, speeding away.

I know we are still in danger, and the enemy Lycans would not give up so easily. The sound of the tires screeching on the road echoes through the night as we drive at high speed.

"Where are we going? Should we call the police?", I ask, my voice shaky and fear growing again.

Maycon gives me a quick glance before turning his attention back to the road.

"The police won’t help in this kind of situation between Lycans, Stefanny."

Blinking, I try to process this.

My eyes turn to him. Maycon puts on a black T-shirt, his hands firm on the steering wheel.

Even injured and covered in blood, he drives with a tense calm.

His golden blonde hair, still stained with blood, gleams softly in the moonlight filtering through the window.

I remember that he and Damien grew up together. I’ve always trusted him, but now, in the midst of this chaos, I feel something different.

"Who were they?", I ask, my voice weak as I try to piece together what just happened.

"Enemies from another pack. They want the power Damien has, and they’ll do anything to get it, even kill him."

My body trembles.

The thought of losing Damien terrifies me, despite all the doubts I’ve been carrying about our marriage.

I watch the road disappear as Maycon drives us further away from the city, deeper into an unknown place.

"Where are we going?", I ask, anxious, feeling the fear grow as we move farther from any sign of civilization.

"I’m taking you somewhere safe.", he responds after a long silence.

After an hour and a half, we stop in front of an isolated cabin in the middle of the forest.

The rain starts pouring down, and we run inside.

"Who lives here?", I ask, looking around the small cabin that seems abandoned.

"No one. I bought this cabin a few months ago for emergencies like this.", he replies, closing the door behind us.

I’m exhausted, and the wound on my shoulder feels worse.

Maycon, always attentive, grabs a first aid kit.

"I’ll take care of your shoulder, and then I’ll need to leave you here for a while.", he says, preparing the materials to treat me.

I shake my head, refusing, with my eyes still full of fear.

"Don’t leave me alone here, please, Maycon. I don’t know what to do without you right now."

He blinks, his golden eyes softening, before nodding.

"Alright. I’ll stay."

Gently, he cleans and treats the wound on my shoulder.

His hands are steady and precise, and the pain slowly subsides.

When he’s done, he hands me some dry clothes. I accept them gratefully, changing out of the wet ones.

I put on one of his shirts, which was too big for me but comfortable.

I sit by the fireplace, hugging my own body.

The worry about Damien weighs heavily on my chest as the rain pounds against the windows. Maycon tries calling him, but the phone doesn’t ring. No signal.

"He’ll be fine...", Maycon murmurs, trying to calm me, though I can sense the tension in his voice.

Tears well up in my eyes.

"You love him very much, don’t you?", he asks, sitting beside me, his voice soft.

"We’re married, but our marriage isn’t going well...", I admit that my voice is faltering.

Maycon nods, understanding.

"You seemed so happy when you married him."

"I was happy. But now... I feel strange. We’re not the same anymore."

He looks at me with sadness and understanding in his eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head, but end up resting my head on his shoulder, seeking comfort.

"Thank you for saving me..."

He touches my hand, a gentle smile forming on his lips.

"You know you can tell me anything, Stefanny. I know Damien very well, and I know he loves you, despite the challenges."

My heart feels heavy.

"Do you think I made the right choice?", I ask, and the doubt finally escaping.

"What?"

"In marrying Damien..."

Maycon takes a deep breath, thinking.

"Only you can answer that."

He pours some wine, and I drink quickly, trying to push away the fear that still consumes me.

I rest my head again on his shoulder, listening to the rain, which now sounds distant.

"Are we staying here tonight?", I ask, my voice weak.

"I think so. The rain is too heavy to drive now. We’re safe here, I won’t let anything happen to you.", he promises firmly.

I feel safe with him in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.

Maycon’s presence brings an unexpected relief, something I can no longer find with Damien.

I don’t know how much time passes as we sit in front of the fireplace, but I open my eyes feeling a little lighter, and I’m sure the glasses of wine did that to me.

I lift my head, seeing Maycon staring into the fire. I blink, noticing when he starts to look at me.

We don’t say anything, but he keeps looking at me in a way that I don’t want him to stop.

"Don’t look at me like that, Stefanny...", he whispers, and I furrow my brow, sitting beside him.

"Like what?"

"Like that. With your dilated pupils, look at me as if I’m your savior."

"You were today...", I whisper.

"Yes, I couldn’t let them hurt you..."

I sigh, feeling my heart pounding hard inside my chest.

I bite my lips as I feel his hand touching my face.

I miss the warmth of touch.

"Maycon..."

"What?"

"Don’t stop, please..."

I open my eyes, seeing him watching me, but he doesn’t pull away. He keeps touching my face.

"I shouldn’t be this close to you, you’re forbidden to me..."

Maycon’s voice is low, husky, and filled with emotion.

His words seep into my mind like a warning, but at the same time, they sound like a temptation.

My heart races, beating hard against my chest as I remain silent, his eyes locked on my lips, and something inside me stirs.

"Do you desire me?", I ask, almost unable to believe my own words.

My whole body is tense, waiting for the answer. I already know he doesn’t want to say it aloud.

"Yes. More than anything in this world. I could make you happy, Stefanny. I wouldn’t let anything hurt you...", he replies, his voice a mix of confession and desperation.

His fingers touch my lips, a soft caress full of promises, and I feel a wave of heat spread through my body.

The desire burns inside me, conflicting and uncontrollable.

I know I shouldn’t want this, that I shouldn’t be here, but I can’t help it.

Maycon's presence surrounds me and consumes me.

When his lips touch mine, it’s as if all the air is sucked out of my lungs.

I moan softly against his mouth, the warmth of his firm hand holding my face, keeping me in place, as if he doesn’t want me to escape — and, in truth, I don’t want to.

His intensity is overwhelming.

Every touch, every movement, is full of need, almost as if he’s been repressing this for too long, and now there’s no turning back.

I know I should stop; this is wrong. But, at this moment, right and wrong blend together. I want him. I always have, deep down, even without admitting it to myself.

“Stefanny...", he murmurs my name against my lips, and the way he says it makes my body react involuntarily, a shiver of pleasure coursing through my skin.

He kisses me harder, with more urgency, his hands slowly sliding from my shoulders down to my waist, pulling me closer.

His fingers are firm as they hold my skin, and the desire in his eyes seems to boil over.

Maycon bites my lips gently, and the sensation is like an electric shock, pulsing through my entire body.

Before I realize it, I’m sitting on his lap, my eyes locked on his.

Something inside me always knew there was an attraction between us, something that was never spoken but was always there, hidden in the spaces between words.

Now, it’s all coming to the surface.

Without hesitation, I lean forward and kiss him again, my fingers tangling in his blond hair.

His touch is completely different from Damien’s.

While Damien is more gentle and careful, Maycon is wild and rough, as if there’s no tomorrow.

His growls against my mouth make me lose control, and my hands automatically go to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and revealing the muscles I had only imagined.

He’s strong and sculpted, and I’m momentarily speechless, to see him without his shirt.

“We should stop now...", he whispers, his breathing heavy, but his eyes say otherwise.

“I can’t stop...", I respond, my voice trembling as much as my body.

In a swift movement, he grabs the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and pulls it up, leaving me exposed to him.

The air between us becomes thick, charged with something forbidden, something that feels wrong, but at the same time, right.

I touch his face, and he pulls me into a fiery kiss, his tongue meeting mine, while his hands slide over my body, exploring every inch of skin as if it’s the first time.

“Maycon...", my moan escapes, and he groans in response, his mouth moving to my neck, sucking my skin with a mix of softness and force.

The sensation is electrifying, and my body responds, heating up even more as my hands roam his back, leaving scratches as my excitement grows.

He lays me down on the floor, near the fireplace, and everything around us seems to disappear.

There’s no more fear, no more doubt, only the two of us.

Maycon holds my arms, pinning them beside my head, and his golden eyes meet mine, shining with a mixture of desire and something deeper.

“If you were mine, you’d be worshipped in every way possible and every night. I’d give you all the pleasure in the world and all the love you deserve, Stefanny...", he murmurs, his voice like a dangerous promise.

I feel the tears well up in my eyes.

His words touch me in a way I didn’t expect.

Maybe because it’s what I’ve always wanted and never knew how to ask for.

He continues moving his mouth down my body, his hands keeping my arms pinned, while his lips find my bust.

“I’ve never felt this way with another woman. The forbidden calls to me. I should stay away from you, but I can’t anymore...", he says, his voice breathless between kisses.

My breath falters when he starts sucking on my n*****s, and the sensation makes me arch my body, my hands scratching his back even more.

Maycon groans against my skin, satisfied, and I can’t resist the desire that takes over me.

When he kisses me again, there’s an urgency I can’t resist.

“I want you...", I whisper, feeling him move his mouth down my stomach.

He smiles in a mischievous way, and I feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I feel his fingers finding my wet pants.

I feel the excitement rushing through every part of my body.

He pulls the thin fabric down my legs, and I bite my lips, watching his golden pupils analyze every part of my body.

He spreads my legs wider, positioning himself between my body and mine, and starts removing his pants as my eyes trail down every inch of his exposed skin.

He’s ready for me, and I sigh when he lowers himself and lifts my legs, placing them around his shoulders.

“Oh my god...", I moan, rolling my eyes back as I feel his mouth on the most sensitive, wet part of my body.

I had missed this.

I missed feeling free.

My hands find his hair, and I tug on the blond strands, hearing him groan against my body.

I tremble, feeling the pleasure build inside me.

He keeps looking at me while sucking my juices, and I feel myself throbbing against his tongue.

But before I can climax, he lifts his head and kisses me again.

This time, I can taste myself in his mouth.

I don’t want him to stop.

I want to be his.