Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 58
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 58 Mind Link
Tanya’s POV:
It’s a known verified fact, that a mama bear will do anything for her cubs. And in that very moment, I’d
never felt so much emotion in my life. Every instinctual motherly fiber within me is scorching with fierce
intensity. My heart hammers against my chest as my weak senses heighten to their extremity and
adrenalin kicks in.
“ire! ire!” I scream, darting from one side of the pathway to the other, the crowd parting for me as
I desperately look for my child.
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No one would ever understand how much my daughter meant to me. After I chose to leave Marco, I
was nothing. Caspian found me washed up byke on the brink of death, and even after he saved me,
I was a hopeless empty shell of my former self.
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The loss of my love was so destructive to my brain and heart, every day after that felt like a chore. The
weeks blurred as I aimlessly slept my worries away. And the only thing that kept me from ending it was
knowing I had a responsibility to my child. (21
She kept me eating, I would only nourish my body with food and water because I knew she needed it.
Eventually I grew back the strength I lost when the due date grew closer. My mood shifted to one of
high spirits as I started setting up the nursery and buying the baby clothes. And when she finally
arrived…
ire gave me a new lease on life. A new purpose. I felt truly alive again. She was my precious ball of
joy. One that I couldn’t dare to lose.
And so now I frantically scream her name in dear longing to find my child. I’m so tunnel visioned by my
efforts that I startle quickly when Marco grabs my arm. He tugs me close, baring down his gaze into
mine. “Where would she go?”
“Marco- we need… we need to find her!”
“Tanya!” he snaps me out of my panicked protest. “Where would ire go?” Marco doesn’t waste his
time withfort or sympathy, which I for once appreciate. He bes the leader I know he’s capable
of being, focused on the important task at hand.
I stammer at first, before finally being able to form a coherent sentence. “Her favorite candy store, the
park, or the school. She also could’ve gone home.”
He nods firmly, before speaking aloud to the surrounding pack members. “Everyone! We need help
looking for ire. She’s five. Wavy ck hair, and blue eyes. Spread out,” people nod their heads, all
seeming willing to help in the search, and they head off in different directions. “Right, we will go check
those ces you’ve mentioned,” he says to me, still holding my hand to keep me steady whilst I lead
us to the candy store first.
Once we get there, I question the shop owner, who of course recognizes me, knowing my daughter
loves his candies very much. He says he hasn’t seen her but promises to keep a look out.
Marco and I thank him before heading to the park. We consistently call out to her as we walk up and
down the vast expanse of gra*s*s. We even check the yground to see if she ended up there. But we
have no luck either.
We don’t find her at the school, and when I realize she’s not at the house I find myself at my breaking
point. I crumble down to the ground upon the steps in front my home, beginning to uncontrobly sob in
utter despair.
It is then that I feel Marco lower himself beside me, embracing me in a soft hug, trying to soothe me.
“We will find her Tanya. I promise, we won’t stop till we find her. She can’t have gone far,” he says
trying to rea*s*sure me.
However, before anything else can be said, within his embrace I suddenly feel Marco’s body
ufortably stiffen. I look up, and his expression is zed over in some form of bewilderment. I
nce in the direction he’s looking but nothing’s there. I look back at him as his brows furrow.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s ire.”
“What? Where!”
I jump to a stand, looking around, but I don’t see her anywhere, I look back to Marco as he finally
borates. “She’s speaking through the mind link.” I blink, now just as surprised as he is.
“Come, I know where she is.”
He grabs my hand, and we rush off quickly. We run for a couple of minutes before wee to the edge
of town. I see her long ck waves flowing in the wind as her eyes seep with fear and confusion.
“ire!” I call in a magnificent spell of relief. She runs eagerly into my arms and I squeeze her tightly in
my embrace. “Where did you go? I was so worried! We looked everywhere for you!”
“I’m so sorry mommy,” she sniffles, whispering in shame. “I didn’t mean to worry you. The balloon
Marco won for me slipped out of my hand. I had to chase it, but it was too fast. When I stopped
running, I was lost. I’m so sorry mummy! So so sorry!” she again leaps into my arms in tears, while I
sigh, just relieved to have her back with me.
When all of us have finally calmed down we start making our way back home, ire’s fingers tightly
laced in mine. We’re silent for a little while, which lets my thoughts drift to today’s events. I can’t help
but think about the near confrontation between Mr. Barlow and Raphael.
And I remember seeing a ck strand of smoke surrounding Mr. Barlow’s hands when Raphael
threatened him. The smoke is so familiar, and I think about how it is very simr to the smokeing
from Dorian’s fingertips the day he tried to k*il*l me.
It can’t be that the two of them are somehow rted. It just can’t be possible…
My line of thought is interrupted however as Marco speaks to my daughter. “ire, how were you able
to speak to me through the mind link?”
She shrugs in a childlike manner. “I just thought of you and mommy and kept calling out for you. I
dunno… it must’ve just gone through somehow,” she says.
Marco still looks particrly confused and says to me. “Only members of the same pack should be able
to hear each other through the mind link. Is there any chance that ire is part of the Ironw pack?”
I’m rather stunned to say the least, and struggle to answer him, only to be interrupted as Caspian
suddenly arrives. “Hey,” he greets ire and me. “So sorry I couldn’t make it to the family day event,
got really caught up with pack business. But I’m here to tell you news about…”
Just then, he notices Marco, “Why is he here?” And as he notices the open door of Marco’s house, he
realizes. “Marco lives next door to you now?”
I nod.
Upon learning this news, Caspian is still smiling, but I identally nce at his hands as they’re tightly
clenched into fists.
And with Caspian’s interruption, another of Marco’s questions is once again left to hang in the air, left
untouched among his forgotten memories.
Dorian’s POV:
My leather hiking boots perch on my table as I feel the need to stretch my legs. I sink my back into my
leather chair, lounging within theforts of my office as I fiddle with my badge. I focus on the dainty
thing as I twiddle it in between my fingers, before repeatedly tossing it up into the air, and letting it fall
back into the palm of my hand.
The badge resembles a coat of arms design, shaped like a medieval shield with two rearing Lycan
wolves attached on either side. The badge is of a dark purple with the wolves painted ck. On the
shield itself are gold symbols.
After tossing the badge upwards again, itnds back down in my hand just as there’s a knock at my
door. “Come in.”
Two of my subordinates shuffle in, with their head bowed respectfully as I always expect. “What is it?”
“We found him in the Blue Moon pack,” one utters.
Immediately I drop my boots off the table, pulling myself close against the table whilst shoving the
badge into my pocket. I can’t help the snarky smile from creeping onto my lips from the news.
“The old man?”
They nod to confirm my conclusion. And I chuckle in greater excitement, it’s hysterical to me that he’s
lived this long. “Course he’s not dead. He isn’t an easy k*il*l… but you see, it just makes this all the
more fun.”
My subordinates don’t really know how to react to my strange pleasure in this situation, but that doesn’t
matter to me. “It’s time we cause a bit of mayhem. Let’s send some trouble his way. Take this.”
One of them looks up and catches a bottled potion that I toss to him. “Pour the poison into the Blue
Moon pack’s main water source. And be sure to be discreet.”
My minions nod their heads, before flitting out of the room as I dismiss them. Once they’re gone, I
settle my legs back up on the table, resting my back against the chair in blissful thought of how much
fun I am about to have.