The Lycan’s Baby

Silia's POV I never imagined that I would get to this point. I'm awake, naked, on a cozy woolen bed that is not mine, and I'm being held in the arms of a very attractive stranger that I do not at all know. And if it wasn't horrible enough, I don't remember what happened the night before. I briefly close my eyes in the hopes and prayers that I'm dreaming. Yet, when I reopen them, I am met with a pair of cold blue eyes, and I scream. Both the man and how I arrived in the room are unknown to me. All I know is that the previous day was my eighteenth birthday. And just like everything else in my life, it was a total nightmare. One day earlier " Brandon! Yeah, baby, that's it!" I was standing at my boyfriend's bedroom doorway. Despite the fact that I wasn't the lady he was irrationally pummeling in the bed, we had been dating for years. The horror I was experiencing at the time was a sharp contrast to how I felt this morning. I had an ecstatic rush when I woke up. I deserved to have a good time even if nobody else was concerned. After all, reaching adulthood was a significant achievement. To my surprise, my boss at the perfume shop let me leave work early as a birthday present. And with a heart soaring with excitement, I made my way to my boyfriend Brandon's house. Despite what other people thought of me, Brandon was the only person in my life who had ever showed me love and care. I put my trust in him, and in a matter of seconds, that illusion was utterly destroyed. Nothing could prevent me from seeing the terrible image I was exposed to. Both of them were facing away from me and were completely naked. The girl was on all fours, her hands gripping the bedsheet, and Brandon was standing behind her, thrusting into her while panting like a ravenous hound. "You like that? Tell me you like that." he said in a voice that was ravenous. "Yes baby. yes. Harder baby! The girl pleaded only edged Brandon to ramp up the speed, gripping her at the waist to smash himself against her with a frenzied quickness. "God-you. You feel- so damn good!" she said erratically, trying to speak as her body jerked in motion to Brandon's pounding. He thrust himself forward after that, as if he hadn't already gotten near enough. His big hand reached the back of her head and pressed her face into the cushion as he violently humped her. " I'm close!" with each second his manly grunts  grew into wolfish growls as his body got ready to explode in release. Whilst beneath him the girl's feminine moans morphed into screams of pleasure, loud and high pitched, even when muffled by thepillow she's shoved into. Together, they reached the crest, causing the bed rock to wobble like a boat in choppy waters. I'm not sure what jolted me out of my stunned stupor, but I should have anticipated this. I should know by now that I was meant to have a miserable existence. I, Silia, am nothing but a total letdown. Roger, my father, is an Alpha of the Blackhide Pack, a small but mighty pack. Like most Alphas, he also yearned for a son to carry on his legacy. Roger's wife, however, was only able to give birth to a girl. Hence, Roger's decision to use a surrogate sprang from his desire to have a son. It turned out that the surrogate was my mother, a typical omega wolf in the pack. When I was born as a girl, my father was furious. He vowed to never interact with me again. He was forced to take me in when my mother unexpectedly died shortly after. Since I was a young girl, Roger detested me. And the fact that I turned out to be an Omega wolf didn't help. Worst of all, at the age of thirteen, most werewolves manifested their "wolf", allowing them to shift forms. I was eighteen and my wolf was yet to appear. I had no weakness, so he hated me. His wife also despised me. She hated my mother for sharing her husband with her and that hatred was transferred to me. I was treated with disdain and lived no better than a slave in my father's house. I probably would have committed suicide a long time ago if Alina, my step-sister who was older than me by two years, was spiteful to me like her parents were. Except for Brandon, everything in my life was a complete nightmare. One of Roger's pack's most formidable wolves was Brandon. He was quite attractive and intelligent. Most had implied that he would succeed Roger as the Alpha. He was the center of attention for the most attractive girls in the group, yet he still had his eyes on me. I wanted to fully commit to Brandon on my 18th birthday because he deserved my virginity and was the brightness in my darkest hours. But now that I had found them, I was in shock. I didn't get back home before I sobbed uncontrollably in a shadowy alley. My entire universe seemed to be collapsing at that moment. I was immediately found by Alina. I don't know how she discovered me or how she knew I was about to have a nervous breakdown, but it doesn't matter to me. She was there when I needed someone to soothe me. She patiently listened as I sobbed and cried as I described what had happened to Brandon. A car, shining its headlight, sped by us, illuminating the dark alley for a split second before it joined the highway. In that split second, I saw that Alina's watch was identical to the watch that was on the wrist of the girl that Brandon was having inhimacy with. "That stupid girl even has a watch identical to yours?"  I wailed as the pain and hurt of my boyfriend's betrayal made a dent in my heart. "She did?" Alina replied and immediately took off the watch. "There are probably lots of watches identical to this," she stuttered while staring. Alina was frazzled as she fixed her attention on the watch, and I thought I saw a hint of terror and fear in her eyes. It just lasted a split second though, and she soon went back to being her regular upbeat self. Since I was confident in her loyalty to me, I refrained from dwelling on the possibility. She must have wondered why her wristwatch had ended up in such a horrible spot. "You know what? I'll just throw this away," she chuckled and tossed the wristwatch into a far distance. "We don't need any bad memory to ruin our night." "Our night?" I was confused. "Come on," she laughed. "You don't think your big sister's going to allow your eighteenth birthday to end on such a sour note? Come on," she dragged me along as she walked away. "Let's get you dressed, time to get drunk!" I was trying to switch on the light when I suddenly froze. I was not alone in the room and a low, wolfish growl confirmed it. "Mate," he murmured.