Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 469: A Blank Slate~ ... No Memory Of The Night

Chapter 469

(Amelia’s POV)

"Hmpphhh~ .... tskkkk~ ...." I groaned, feeling sour all over my body. My eyes were still firmly shut, but I could feel something heavy pressing down on me. The pressure was more on my stomach and waist.

Slowly, I peeked open my eyes. The first thing that came to my groggy vision was an unfamiliar illuminated ceiling ’Huhh~ .... this isn’t my room? Where~ ... where am I?’ This was the first thought that came to my mind. My eyes darted towards the weight I have been feeling on my abdomen. A muscled hand with a weird circle, square and triangle tattoo was inked on the person’s forearm.

A lightning bolt like current surged through my entire body. I immediately became alert and shot up. My eyes flicked to the person who was lying beside me; he was naked from the top of his calvaria to the distal phalanges of his foot. His back was facing towards me. But I could clearly see, faint reddened nail marks on his shoulder blades and latissimus dorsi, my mind spiralled in that moment. My composure unravelled when next I looked at my own body.

It was enveloped in a clean duvet, but as I moved, I could tell I was unclothed underneath. I tried to recall, but my head kept buzzing, making it impossible to remember anything. I just remembered I came to Denver’s house.

I quickly wrapped my exposed shoulders and looked around the room. Soon, I heard rustling of the fabric, followed by a hoarse, stifling voice, "You are up~ ...."

"You~ ... you~ ..." I mumbled, "Denv~er~ ... Denver~ ...." My words came out muffled and all over the place. He pulled me towards his naked body, then kissed my forehead, "Good morning~ .... Lia."

I was too shocked to reply. He sensed something, looked at me and asked, "What happened? Are you not feeling well? Is it~ ... it is hurting?" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Huhh~ ..." my eyes flickered at his question, my gaze following his. He was staring at my covered lower part. He continued, "Last night~ ..." he blushed, "I was a bit rough. I am sorry." He then kissed me, his touch feather.

I looked outside the window. It was dawn already. "WHAT, it’s morning?" I yelled, jumping out of the bed. I mumbled, "Mom, Dad, they would be worriedly searching for me. I told them I would come for dinner."

"Lia~ ... Lia~ ..." he called, but I was busy muttering, "What have I done? What have I done?" The next second, he got out of bed, butt naked, pulled me effortlessly into his arms and spoke, his voice gentle, "Lia~ ... relax. I already asked my butler to send your family a message."

"Huhhh?" I looked at him with confusion. He explained, "Don’t worry, they think you are having a pyjama party, a sleepover at Perry’s house. I have talked to Perry as well."

The stiffness in my body gradually faded as he talked on and on about how he felt about our intimacy. Honestly and strangely enough~ ... I don’t remember a single damn thing. I don’t know why. But from the point I drank that wine he gave me, everything is a blank slate. I have no memory. I want to tell him, but seeing him so excited~ ... and affectionate~ .... and tender~ ... I just couldn’t.

After a quick shower and a light breakfast, Denver dropped me off at my house. Throughout the ride, I could feel the ache in my lower abdomen, a stark reminder of what happened. I was happy that my wish, it finally came true, but at the same time, I was cursing at my own stupidity because I don’t remember a fucking thing. Like, how can I forget my first experience?

For days after that, I tried so hard, so hard to remember, but every time I did, a sharp pain shot through my head.

A month after that passed by in a blur. My relationship with Denver was going stronger than ever, and now with Perry knowing about us, I had someone I could confide in. One day, I woke up feeling woozy. When I went to breakfast, my stomach was churning. I wanted to have something light, something simple.

The dishes were served, and when the lids were taken off, a wave of nausea hit me. The smell of mackerel soup was too much for me to handle. My stomach churned violently as I dashed towards my room.

I vomited plain bile as I retched over and over again. My vision had turned watery. After a few seconds, I heard sister Ena’s voice, "Lia~ ... you alright? What happened? Why are you~ ... why are you throwing up all of a sudden? Did you eat anything wrong?"

My mind went blank. All I could think of was the night I spent with him. ’No way~ ... there is no way.’

’Lia~ ...?" Mom called. "Huhh~ .... I~ ... I am fine. Must have eaten something wrong," I said.

"I am calling the family doctor," Luca said, concernedly, and my denial came out strong, "NOOOO~ .... Don’t. I mean, you don’t have to trouble him. I am fine. I’m totally fine, Mom, bro, sis. Really."

I somehow convinced them all and went to the school. That day, Denver hadn’t come. I wanted to know whether he had used any protection that night. All alone, after school was over, I went to a pharmacy, far .... far away from my school.

On the very same night, I took the test~ ... and to my great horror~ ... two clear red lines glanced back at me. "No, it has to be a mistake. No~ ... no." I checked again and again, with another kit, another kit~ ... but the result remained the same. "FUCK, I AM~ ... I AM PREGNANT."

Nothing could make me ready for what was to come. That night, I cried myself to the point of having a splitting headache. I couldn’t sleep a wink, thinking about my studies, my future, how Denver would react, my parents, my sister Ena, and Lucas. I could feel everything crumble right in front of me.

To Be Continued . . . . . . .