Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan King

Layla sighed heavily, switching off her laptop. She had just remembered she needed to visit the hospital today to see her father.

The doctor had called the previous day to inform her that they had found a donor for his kidney transplant.

Her father, Markos, her joy and pride, was one of the reasons she was still living. She had to live for him; he was the sole reason she remained in this house. Although she had considered moving out after finishing college, her father had pleaded with her to stay.

Layla quickly changed into comfortable clothes and dashed out of her room.

"Layla, where are you off to?" her stepsister Scarlet asked as she descended the stairs.

"The hospital. The doctor called last night; they found a donor," Layla responded with joy in her heart as they both squealed happily.

"And what's the cause of all that noise?" Rosalie, her stepmother, asked in annoyance, stepping out from the kitchen.

"Mom," Layla muttered softly, tucking her hair behind her ear, intimidated by Rosalie's presence. Rosalie was far from nice, and her being there only spelled trouble.

"Mom, you won't believe this. The doctor found a donor for Dad. Dad can be saved, Mom!" Scarlett announced happily as she went to hug her mother.

"How did you find out?" Rosalie questioned, throwing deadly glares at Layla, who picked her fingers nervously.

"Layla told me so. The doctor called her," Scarlet replied.

"So the doctor called you without reaching his wife first, and you didn't even tell us before rushing to the hospital, like a good daughter. Oh wow," Rosalie snapped with heavy sarcasm.

"I…I didn't mean to. I was just—" Layla began but was interrupted by Rosalie.

"Oh, shut your trap. I didn't mean to. I was just. You were just stupid," Rosalie mimicked with all the hatred she could muster.

"I'm sorry," Layla tried apologizing so Rosalie would stop with her tauntings. Today is a good day, and she didn't want to ruin it.

"You're always sorry. That's why you'll never be successful in your miserable life. I've told your father countless times to destroy that laptop of yours. You're always writing, but there's nothing to show for it," Rosalie spat, shooting deadly glares at her.

"You're so useless, Layla. Look at you; you just finished college and have nothing to show for it, not even a job. All you do is sit around and get old in that room of yours."

"Mother…" Layla called in tears. Every day, Rosalie came up with new insults. How was she getting old? She was just twenty-one. Scarlet was twenty-two, and neither of them was working. Then why did Rosalie find fault with her?

"I am not your mother. How many times will I tell you? I'm not your mother. Your useless mother is lying in the grave somewhere."

"Stop, please stop all these. I told you never to bring my mum into this," Layla yelled with tears in her eyes.

She lost her mother when she was younger, and since then, she had taken Rosalie as her own mother.

But the same thing couldn't be said for Rosalie, who thought the little girl was nothing but an obstacle in her life.

"You're so rude, you know. Now get inside before you lose your teeth," Rosalie threatened as Layla shook her head, adamant about the idea of going inside.

She wanted to meet her father so badly; at least he was the only one she could talk to.

"Mother…" Layla called softly.

"I am not your mother," Rosalie yelled as she moved to drag her hair.

"Mom, please, let me go," Layla sobbed loudly as Rosalie dragged her upstairs, pulling her hair, all the while Scarlet just stood watching the drama unfold.

"I'm not your mother!" Rosalie exclaimed angrily, tightening her grip on Layla's hair.

"You won't leave here until I say so," Rosalie ordered, tossing her roughly into the room before slamming the door in her face.

"That was too harsh, Mom," Scarlet yawned with sarcasm as Rosalie came downstairs.

"But you enjoyed it."

"Of course, certainly," Scarlet giggled.

"I'll pack some food, take it to your father. You can also invite Mike to accompany you."

"Really?" Scarlett squealed in joy as her mom nodded affirmatively.

"Thanks, Mom. You're the best. I'll freshen up and fix my makeup. Besides, Mike is coming too," Scarlett blushed, rushing to her room upstairs.

Layla sat in her room quietly, watching the clear night sky as tears flowed from her eyes freely.

She was a little baby when she lost her mother. She lived with her aunt Stella for six years before Markos came, claiming to be her father, saying he wanted to fulfill his fatherly duties and make it up to her mom.

Rosalie has never been kind to her since the day she stepped foot in this house.

She claimed she was the daughter of a mistress, a child that resulted from a stupid mistake, so Layla was also a mistake since she was never meant to be born at first.

Layla always stood and relied on her father Markos, who always stood for her and supported her, but it only made Rosalie worse.

That was how she grew up in hatred and in love. Her sister Scarlett was also another pillar of support, who was also very kind to her.

Her father was later diagnosed with kidney failure and needed a transplant; they couldn't find a donor among any of the family members, so they opted to find one.

The other important people in her life were her boyfriend Mike and best friend Aurora Lawrence. They also stood for her and supported her. The only problem was that Aurora moved away from the city a year ago with her brother to settle in New York City. It'd been so boring without her friend.

"I'll have to be strong and fight this," Layla encouraged herself, wiping off her tears before walking up to her bed to sleep, hoping to leave the house tomorrow. If Rosalie didn't let her out, she had no other option but to do things her own way.

It'd been two days now since Layla was locked up in her room. She even tried to escape through her window, but Rosalie warned her sternly not to leave the house.

Obviously, Rosalie was trying to gain Scarlet's favor in their father's eyes and speak ill of Layla to him. This was Rosalie's perfect chance because her father would be devastated if Layla didn't come to visit, and that was the last thing she would want to happen.

So, she plotted on how to escape, regardless of what Rosalie would say to her. She would go to Mike's house and beg him for a ride; Mike would help her since he's always with her and supports her all the time.

Layla skillfully dashed out of the window, leaving the compound premises like a sneaky cat.

She arrived at Mike's house, and the guards around opened the gates to let her in. They already knew that she was Mike's girlfriend, so she was always welcome.

Mike came from a rich home, so he lived comfortably. Layla walked enthusiastically into the house only to receive the shock of her life.

"Oh yes, right there. babe. Fuck me harder, Mike, hmm, you're so good," a woman's erotic voice sounded as the sounds of flesh pounding welcomed Layla.

Layla stood in the doorway of her boyfriend's room, speechless. They had been dating for years now, and yet, she was not the one with him but another woman that he was involved with senselessly. The horror that encompassed her at that moment was what she had felt for the past few days, if not worse.

She escaped the house with an elated buzz in her system to meet her boyfriend and also visit her father. Even if she got punished and received another mouth-lashing from Rosalie, she didn't care as long as she got to meet her father.

Mike was one of the few people who showed her love and respect despite what others thought of her due to Rosalie's bad-mouthing. He never gave a damn about those rumors but always stayed by Layla's side.

Layla trusted him with all her might. If it was someone else who told her Mike cheated, she would never have believed it. Now she was witnessing it live and direct.

That wall of trust drastically shattered into a million pieces the moment she caught him with another woman. He was like the rest after all, if not even worse. At least they never hid their resentment towards her. Mike was just the worst of all.

Nothing could deceive her now from the awful display she was witnessing. They were both stark naked, enjoying the pleasure they offered to each other. The mysterious woman was on all fours, her hands clutching the bed sheets tightly, while Mike was behind her slamming her roughly, panting like a dog.

Layla felt like puking; the sight was so gruesome to watch.

"You like it right? Tell me, baby, you like it, right?" Mike grunted in a ravenous voice, still slamming her.

"Of course, you're the best. Fuck me harder, don't stop," the girl pleaded, urging Mike to grope her waist roughly, grinding his cock inside her.

"You are so good, Mike, you feel so good," the girl panted erotically as her body tried to keep up with Mike's endless slamming.

"Fuck, I'm close." With each second, he grunted, getting ready to explode in release. Meanwhile, beneath him, the girl's feminine moans turned into screams of pleasure. Together they reached the peak as the bed rocked as if it was the end of the world.

'That voice,' Layla thought, referring to the girl's voice. It sounded so familiar, like she had heard it before.

Layla snapped out of her frozen state before yelling loudly.

"How could you, Mike? I trusted you." Layla broke down in tears as he turned immediately to face her with his sweaty face that she really wanted to punch right then.

She should have seen this coming; she should have known that all humans were the same; they were never to be trusted, and humans were never loyal. Layla could do nothing but sob. Rosalie was right; she was just a mistake that was never meant to happen. She was the daughter of a mistress, after all. No one will ever choose or love her; she was bound to be doomed.

"Layla, you're here?" Mike gasped, trying to catch his breath as Layla stared at him in disbelief. Is he even sorry? She can't even decipher what he felt at this very moment.

"Layla, what a surprise," the girl's voice sounded as she stood up from beneath Mike, giving Layla the second shock of that day.

"Scarlet…" Layla was speechless at the moment. Are people this dubious?

"Hmm, hmm, hey there," Scarlett waved at her, planting a peck on Mike's cheek.

"How could you? You slept with my boyfriend."

"Correction: ex. He's now mine, not yours," Scarlett corrected without remorse.

"I hate you all," Layla yelled as she dashed out of the room. There was no need to stay there any longer; she had seen enough already.

Everything in Layla's life was a nightmare except Mike.

He was rich, handsome, and strong. Most people hinted that he was a promising young man in the future and that he was too good for Layla, but he stayed by her side, ignoring all the rumors.

Mike was Layla's light, so he deserved all of her. She had decided to make them one on her twenty-second birthday; that's the day she'd give her virginity to Mike because for now, she felt she was not ready for that.

Layla didn't go home immediately as she wanted some time away from Rosalie and her troubles. So she walked into a dark alley and crashed down there, crying her eyes out. She's not but an abomination, the child of a mistress.

Soon after, she decided to drink her sorrows away. She stood up weakly, cleaned her tears, and walked into the closest bar.

She's going to lose the last dignity with her tonight, her virginity. She couldn't care less now; it was all over. Mike has deserted her for her sister.

'It's all over now,' she thought, walking into a bar filled with people, with music popping out from the speakers. 'I know what to do.' Layla walked to a nearby chair, taking her seat while ordering a drink.