The Lycan King Is My Baby Daddy

Scarlett's POV

Scarlett's eyes darted to look at the stranger in front of her, and his name, she forgot to inquire because of his handsomeness and manliness. With a grin on his face, this godlike man conveyed his intense want and need for her through his eyes.

His hand moved over her body, causing goosebumps to appear all over her body. Her legs grew weaker as she groaned in response to the expert hands working on her. She was wet in bed and throbbing from unsatisfied needs when her eyes jerked open.

She recalled how she had felt in his arms, so it seemed as though even she sensed the tenderness and intensity of his touch. Endless caresses, endless kisses. Clinging to him as if her life depended on it, her body ached for more and arched into the touch to receive more, more pleasure.

"Oh darling, you taste so delicious, I can't get enough." He rubbed himself against her, telling her how much he wanted her, his deep, gruff voice resonating in her head. Her body also desired him, too.

"Come for me, baby," He gave the order, and her body obeyed, following his instructions.

"No!" she yelled, opening her eyes abruptly. Feeling confused and guilty, she gasped and sat up in bed.

She was unable to recall what had brought her into the stranger's bed, but she could still remember minor pieces of her evening with him. They appeared to have turned into her safe haven in the domain of dreams because they came back virtually every night.

However, it was wrong. She was engaged to Mason, her mate, and they were going to be married in two weeks. She loved him as much as he loved her. She realized the stranger was a man she shouldn't have had anything with.

He was history, Mason was the present, and the future, everything felt so right with him and the moon goddess was always right. How was she going to get herself out of this nightmare she always had with the stranger and get her body to stop craving him? She wanted nothing more than to be the mate Mason deserved, as he was one of the few wonderful things that had happened to her since her homecoming.

He was loyal to his feelings, in contrast to the people, and has been consumed with the wedding plans ever since she returned. Scarlett had picked up some knowledge since moving here a month ago. Her parents' daughter was Leah Cynfael. After missing their newborn daughter and searching for her for several months without success, they adopted her. Thus the tale continues.

Leah grew up adoring and cherishing the Cynfaels, who had brought her up like she was their own. The whole pack adored and cherished Leah, and they weren't the only ones who felt this way.

When Scarlett arrived at the pack estate, Stella, a white-haired woman in her early fifties, was assigned to her as her maid. She informed Scarlett that there would be ill will because, up until her arrival, Leah had always been first in the line of succession.

She was not so liked by the pack members as well, though not to the same extent as Leah. Leah was loved and viewed as flawless by them. The ideal friend, daughter, and potential leader.

Since Scarlett had only recently entered their life and would need some time to gain their affection, she couldn't hold it against them. But the longer the day wore on, the harder it grew.

Scarlett understood that being on the same footing as Leah was the only way to gain the respect of the pack. That's the reason she agreed to Leah's invitation for a laid-back get-together. Maybe their opinion of her would change if they considered them as sisters or even friends.

She moved toward Leah's door, across the wide corridor. When she knocked on the door, she did not get a response; instead, she heard tiny sounds emanating from inside the room. Her initial thought was to leave there, but she was unable to. She stopped to listen to the sounds coming from inside, and she heard groans and gasps.

She smelled a very familiar scent. Mason was here. When she opened the door, her heart almost jumped out of her chest as she saw that Leah was naked in bed. She wasn't in danger or anything; rather, she was just signaling her pleasure and indicating such with noises.

When Scarlett realized that the man in bed with her supposed sister was actually Mason, her mate, and fiancé, her heart froze.

"Oh, fuck Mason, yes, do that again, oh." Leah gave a breathless moan and slowly swayed her hips.

"Oh, yes baby." Mason's actions became even more forceful as he leaned into her and put his lips to hers.

Scarlett was so shocked by the words she was hearing that her eyes widened and her hands flew up to cover her mouth. Her heart broke into a million pieces.

Leah broke the kiss and groaned, "Assure me that I am the only person who can ever make you feel this way." Her hands clenched around his neck.

"Tell me that I'm the only one you need."

"For me, there is only you, Leah." Mason groaned, his desire for her overwhelming him.

She nudged him with the words she wanted to hear, "Not even Scarlett your mate."

"I can't feel this for Scarlett, and I never will. You have always had me, and I will always remain yours."

Leah pouted, telling him she didn't trust his words. "You're with her, though."

She's simply my mate, so stop acting that way, sweetie. There is nothing more to it, it's the only reason why I am with her." He kissed her passionately, his bottom lip meeting hers. He raised her leg and wrapped it around his waist.

She fell to her knees, feeling utterly empty, as the anguish was like a knife being driven into her heart. This was not happening right now. Either her mind was playing bizarre tricks with her, or it was a dream.

At that moment, Leah opened her eyes, and a sinister grin spread across her face. When Scarlett could take it no more, she fled back to the restroom and fell to the ground.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, blurring her eyesight. He proposed to her; how could he then have sex with Leah? That's not what a mate would do. Should he not have talked to her about having sex instead of putting himself in Leah's vicious arms?

It didn't make any sense.

How could she possibly let it go? Was she just meant to forget what she had seen, move on, and proceed with the wedding?

Anger and pain caused her insides to twist and boil. A wave of nausea cut through her thoughts. She began to throw up into the wash basin in front of her after being sickened by the fragrance of the bar soap.

"Oh child, are you alright?" Stella approached her and inquired.

"Yes, I'm fine." After turning on the water, she spat into the basin.

"It's quite odd; something about the soap caused me to throw up something I've never experienced before." She turned to face the basin, nodding, but her legs began to sway and her head felt light. Her vision became blurry before her eyes closed, and then she lost consciousness.

Scarlett opened her eyes and was looking up at the ceiling from her bed. She stroked her head, moaning as her head ached a little.

"You're finally awake, child." Stella hurried over to her as soon as she heard her voice echoing throughout the room. "I was ready to give your parents a call to come get you to the pack's doctor."

Scarlett made herself sit down and inquired, "What happened to me?" despite the discomfort and sudden weakness.

Stella replied, "You passed out in the bathroom, and I had to bring you in here."

As she approached her, she felt her forehead and saw that she was starting to get hot. She said, "Have you felt this way since you arrived here?"

"I have never passed out before," Scarlett informed her. "In the past few days, I've had nausea several times. I told myself that it was just my body responding to being in the same room as Leah." Stella shook her head and laughed.

"No, even though that seems like a good explanation, I'm afraid it's not, my child."

"So I'm sick then? Do you know what it is?" she asked.

Her face took on a terrified expression, which caused her heart to race. "Tell me what it is then?"

"Before I retired eight years ago, I worked as a midwife to a few women," she paused and continued, "I don't want to frighten you, my child. Your symptoms are early signs of pregnancy rather than indications of being sick."

When the elder woman uttered those things to Scarlett, her face became pale, and all she could reply was, "No! It can't be. This can't be happening right now."

She began, then paused, recalling the night she'd passed in the stranger's bed over a month before. Her world fell apart in front of her eyes as her heart plunged into her gut.

Though it only happened once, she was aware that pregnancy could also happen that way. She committed a mistake that put her life in danger of being ruined.

It wasn't fair to her. Since coming to the pack, she had not established herself well, and now everything would be ruined.

"It's true." Scarlett was holding the pregnancy test kit nervously and it had two red lines on it. She fell to the ground as if she had lost all strength.

Why is this happening to her right now?

And yet again, she saw her world fall apart in front of her eyes as her heart plunged into her gut.

Scarlett felt she had to tell her parents about her current situation as soon as possible, so she spent hours sobbing while sitting on the floor. She couldn't imagine the expression on their faces-they would all be very disappointed with her, and who knew how horrible it would be?

They would all be judging her. She slowly opened her eyes to the dawn of a new day as the brightness burst through the window covering her face. These days, the break of dawn happened more quickly, and even though it was precisely six o clock, the sun was already shining outside.As she got up to sit, she realized that the previous night she had passed out after crying for several hours on the bare floor.

Her eyelids were heavy and hurt, and her head was pounding now. She got herself up off the floor, walked over to the door, and opened it when there was a knock at her door. Rex and Jet, the Alpha's personal guards, were in front of her.

"The alpha requested that we bring you." Shaking her head, she looked alarmed. She was unable to go; her father would notice her the look on her face and inquire as to what had happened, pressuring her into speaking before she was ready.

Unless he knew, it was also too early for him to summon her. She dismissively shook the idea. She was certain Stella would never ruin her in that way, therefore there was no way for him to know.

She nodded hesitantly, following them since she understood that to say no to them would be to ask for trouble for herself. She wiped the last of the tears that had fallen and blinked the remaining tears back into her eyes, which appeared somewhat puffy.

The time was a few minutes past the hour of eight, several hours into the night, and this was the latestbtimd her father had called to ask her to come see him.

For whatever reason, it needed to be important. When they got to the living area, the Luna and the Alpha were there, waiting for her. Behind them, Leah had that familiar sinister smirk on her face that made Scarlett fume with anger.

Scarlett remained silent, wondering what evil Leah had used to frame her. She said, trying to speak as quietly as possible, "Father, I was told you wanted to see me," keeping her head lowered because she had been crying for the past hour and didn't want the Alpha to notice her tears and inquire further.

"Indeed." He replied, not with a very kind tone.

"Would you like to share something with us?" She shook her head, keeping her head down. She needed time, and now wasn't the perfect moment to tell anyone this reality. It would have been simple to tell her parents this information if she had gained their favor since moving here, but do far, she hasn't. The truth would only make everything fall apart.

"No, I don't have anything to share, dad."

"If so, why has there been a rumor since yesterday circulating the entire pack that you are pregnant?" Douglas asked in a voice that was even more irate.

The Alpha gave Scarlett a furious glare as her head lifted in response to his remarks, causing her heart to skip a beat. How on earth did he find out?

Just then, she caught a glimpse of Leah grinning triumphantly out of the corner of her eye. Her entire body shook in front of their angry eyes. "Dad, I-"

He interrupted "So, do you refute it? Do you still not accept that you are expecting a bastard?" She had nothing to say and was unable to say anything. She was faced with an angry exchange of words from her parents, and all she could do was cry out in front of them.

"It was a mistake to endeavor to bring you back home. With your miserable parents who did not raise you well, you were better off living a life of misery. You have done this to make us shameful, and all you have done is bring disgrace on the name of the Cynfaels. Up until this point, the House of Cynfael has had a spotless reputation throughout numerous generations. You hereby declare yourself unworthy of the name Cynfael, and I take it from you. I disown you, and I order you never come back to this family."

She shook her head and instantly fell to her knees, shedding tears all over her face. "Please don't do this to me, Father. I apologize for not informing you sooner; I just learned about it yesterday."

"Quiet! This is probably a part of your deception, for all we know. You just lie and cause difficulties like that." Elsa lost her temper, and her voice was as stern as her husband's. She had never witnessed her parents being so angry, and it broke her heart to know it was aimed at her.

"No, mom, I promise, that's not true."

"This is how you pay us back for our attempts to be good parents to you?"

"That's not what this is, mom."

"Words of your vile deed has spread far and wide across the pack estate, reaching even the council of the Lycans. They are ready to take you away right now. You will be tried for your despicable deed and held accountable. You will receive a punishment appropriate to your despicable behavior. I hope the moon goddess grants you forgiveness."

Just as he was about to conclude his sentence, the door opened and three men dressed in white regalia entered the house and came over to her. The need to bolt up and flee was overwhelming, but she was too weak to move. The men approached her and grabbed her shoulder, yanking her violently to her feet.

Because she was considerably smaller than the males, they could easily take her and she would be unable to resist them.

"Please, dad," She called out for him to step in and help, but he remained unfazed. She wept the entire time the men hauled her from the pack estate across the Lycan council court. The pack members all came around to see her humiliation looked at her with contempt and animosity. She lowered her gaze to the ground after observing the first few hundred people give her that expression because she couldn't take the expression on their faces.

They left the pack estate and reached the council's court more than twenty minutes later. There were two pillars on either side of the entryway to the large white building. She watched people entering and leaving from where she and the men were standing, and she also saw some people being dragged out in shackles and to the back.

One thing connected them all: they appeared to be broken. It had only dawned on her that such a place existed, and she knew she didn't want to walk inside. The men hauled her up the stairs without regard for what she desired.

She stopped when she heard the final person she intended to find today call, "Scarlett!" It was Mason.

The men holding her did not drag her along like they had before. After waiting for him, Mason appeared in front of her in under thirty seconds.

"What betrayal did I hear you perpetrate?" His hands tightened over her face as he ordered. She attempted to pry it off but failed.

"They called you an unfaithful whore, saying you were simply trying to destroy me and you have no shame." He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him.

He had cheated on her and broken his promises to her, and she couldn't believe he had the gall to call her names and accuse her when he wasn't even innocent himself. He was no better.

"What are you saying, Mason? You literally cheated on me with my....." Scarlett received a slap hard enough to have her spin around and fall to the ground.

"Silence. Even though you've known the truth for a while, you still intended to trick me into getting married and blame me for the pregnancy. Wasn't that your plan all along?"

She was shocked that he held such low regard for her, and her eyes grew wide, but she remained silent because he had already made up his mind about what to believe. She saw him for the hypocrite he was, and her rage obscured her anguish. He was just like her viscous sister Leah. To assume he was any different from her was foolishness.

"I've been made to look foolish for being your mate by your whoring act. You have brought my family, myself, and everything I stand for to shame. I, Mason Stone, reject you, Scarlett Cynfael as my mate for your heinous deed."

She was aware of the significance of this; she understood the meaningful weight his words carried for a rejected mate. Never being able to lift their heads or feel the joy that only a mate could provide, a shattered mate lived their lives in agony and disgrace.

Not only was the anguish unbearable, but she was also upset that he had never truly thought of her as his mate. Being aware that Leah has always been his preference.

He turned his back on her and carried on talking. "Today, in front of the pack and the moon goddess, I reject you, and in front of everyone who cares to....."

"I, Scarlett Thorfinn accept your rejection, Mason Stone." She yelled, interrupting him.

Scarlett's POV

A month back,

Scarlett's head throbbed slightly against her skull as she sighed and her eyes fluttered again, reacting to the sun's ray that was now brightening up her face through the window. Though she was awake, her mind drifted off to her activities for the day, anticipating what the day had for her.

She slowly regained her senses, realizing that although her eyes had opened for a moment, the ceiling she had seen wasn't the same as the one in her bedroom-it was a tray ceiling.

She had barely finished analyzing her thoughts when she felt a strong grip on her waist.

Her eyes sprung open, and the first thing she noticed was that the ceiling was not her own. The unusual masculine perfume filled her nostrils, and even though she didn't want to believe what she felt had just transpired, her sense of smell suddenly kicked in. She looked over and saw the man in bed beside her, sound asleep. The image nearly made her heart leap into her mouth.

All of the expectations and ambitions she had been harboring for herself over the past few years about preserving herself for her one true mate crumbled at the sight of him.

For as long as she could remember, being an Omega had presented daily difficulties, from verbal harassment to bullying. She held onto the hope that she would no longer be an omega and that she would eventually find her mate, who would either be a beta or possibly an alpha. But all of it was now behind her.

How on earth did she make it here? She couldn't recall how she got here, she asked questions for which there was no satisfactory answer.

She knew she had to go, no matter how she got here. Not that it mattered.

As she prayed for a way out of this place, her eyes fluttered close, and the stranger in her bed turned to the other side, withdrawing his hand as if the moon goddess had heard her plea.

Taking the signal, she bolted off the bed, her heart thumping loudly and she felt as though it was going to explode. She grabbed all her clothing from the floor and hurriedly put them on before grabbing her shoes and bolting from the room.

The idea of what she knew had happened-waking up nude in someone else's bed-made her entire body shudder. She had been in bed with a stranger, and she knew better than that. She had disregarded her morality in favor of a stranger who wouldn't even recognize her face.

A total stranger.

He was still a total stranger even though all of his characteristics and aura pointed to him being an alpha.

She couldn't shake the question in her head: how did she get here?

She was unable to recall anything.

Knowing that she had been wronged by fate once more, tears streamed down her face. If given the option, she would have refused to spend the night with the stranger. At this point, how was she going to face anyone?

How was she going to handle everything? Proceed as if nothing has happened? or acknowledge its occurrence and deal with the fallout directly?

Since it was her first time sleeping outside, she knew her parents were concerned and that they must have called to make sure she was okay. She reached into her purse and took out her phone, revealing twenty-two missed calls from her parents.

She pondered about the stranger she had woken up in bed with the entire drive home. He had a thick eyebrow, long black hair that hung over his shoulders, and dimples that were a little visible even without a smile.

His lips were full and pink, and they looked swollen before. He had a long nose. She had turned to face him on the bed and noticed that he was tall with a build that matched his masculinity. He was an incredibly handsome man, looking like a Greek god. But she wanted to know other things.

She was curious about his identity. She was full of questions: what happened before they ended up in bed? Or would he be as confused as her when her wakes up?

While driving home, she continued to reflect and made the choice to tell her parents the truth. She knew they would be upset and hurt, but they would also need to accept the fact that she was probably drugged. They would believe her because they loved her. She exited the vehicle after paying and walked up to her, her heart thumping erratically.

When she reached the door, it took a while before she knocked on it. A little while later, the door opened, revealing Crisela standing there with her eyes full with pain. She wondered if they already knew what she had done, and her heart fell.

Had someone gotten to them before her? And if so, who did?

She started to say, "Mother," but her voice faltered and she compressed her lips together. Without saying anything, Crisela simply moved forward and gave her a firm embrace. She was sobbing uncontrollably when she received the hug since she didn't realize how much she needed it.

"It's going to be fine: it'll be fine." Crisela gave her a reassuring touch on the back. Once their emotions subsided, they withdrew, and Scarlett noticed her father, Luke, standing nearby, his face seeming less painful, watching them.

"I'm so sorry, mom and dad, for not taking your calls."

Luke took a step in her direction and shook his head. "Now that you're back, it makes no difference." His attempt to disguise his pain was evident in his smile. "There's something you need to know."

Goddess! That was it. They were going to disown her. She thought and her heart picked up it's pace again.

In the Springfield Pack, the Thorfinns had kept up a fairly respectable reputation. Even if they adore her, it would make sense for them to want nothing to do with her after what she just did.

"Tell me what it is dad." She said, ready to take her punishment.

He touched her shoulder with his hand. "The alpha has demanded your return."

She narrowed her eyes since she didn't think that was what they wanted to say. She was still taken aback by his words. "I don't understand what you mean, father. Return to where?"

He pushed his lips together, blinked back the tears, and his eyes became hazy. "To return home, my child, To your birth parents. I'm not your biological father." He made it clear.

Scarlett's eyes widened as she realized what he was saying. Growing up at the orphanage, she had always believed they were dead.

Tears streamed down her face as she exclaimed, "No!"

Wiping the tears from her face, Crisela grabbed her hand in hers. "Your father, Alpha Douglas Cynfael, has sent his guards to bring you back home. He discovered you yesterday. That indicates that you are the daughter of the Alpha, Scarlett, not an omega."

The day sure had a lot for her.