Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 62
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 62 Poisoned Water
Tanya’s POV:
I’m deeply worried and fueled by panic for my little girl. After considerable effort trying to wake her, she
still doesn’t show any signs of consciousness. Knowing the person I could count on I rush to Marco’s
door. I bet his lycan senses could smell my severe fear, because before I can even make my way up
the steps, he swings his door open with a fierce gaze. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s ire. She won’t wake up. I- I don’t know what’s wrong,” I don’t have to say much more, as we
rush back to my ce. Marco understandably checks for her pulse, and when he confirms she’s still
breathing he looks acutely puzzled.
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“Let’s just get her to the hospital,” I nod in response to his words, and I watch silently horrified as he
gently lifts ire’s limp and unresponsive body into his arms.
But when he turns to me, his focused gaze f*orc*es me to sink into their depths, silently reminding me
that I needed to stay strong. I move quickly to grab my things and we rush out the door. Course, my
original n to tell Marco the truth is pushed back due to ire’s suddena.
Upon reaching the hospital and getting her situated into a room, the doctor finally appears, checking
her vitals and determining that ire was poisoned. I’mpletely at a loss for words, unsure of how
this could’ve happened.
But soon, ire isn’t the only one. As the hours tick by, more and more of the pack’s residents pour
into the small hospital building, all disying different variations of some form of poisoning. Some areOriginal content from N?velDrama.Org.
Because of the growing impact of the situation Caspian eventually appears looking incredibly stressed
and he goes over to initially talk to the various doctors on the matter. Although I’m very aware of the
incident between the two of us yesterday, none of that matters right now, not when my daughter looks
so lifeless as sheys asleep on the hospital bed. I’m sitting beside her, holding her hand in upmost
sorrow, while Marco paces the room to contain his fears.
While I didn’t expect him too, Caspian eventually does enter the room, stopping Marco in his tracks.
They respectfully acknowledge each other with a nod as if both silently agree that now is not the time to
engage in a sh of masculinity when I am so close to the edge. Caspian turns to me solemnly,
coming to stand at the end of the bed. His gaze flickers to ire before returning to me.
“How’s she doing?”
I squeeze ire’s fingers repeatedly, with tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. “She um, she still
hasn’t woken up. The doctor says she’s been poisoned.” Caspian’s eyes droop with acknowledgement
and Marco seems to realize the Alpha knows more than we do. “What’s going on out there? Everyone
is getting ill,” says the prince. Although not brash, he’s still firm with his questions.
Caspian sighs, rubbing a tired hand across his face. “The doctors agreed that it’s some form of
poisoning. But they can’t pinpoint what. It’s obviously been something that a majority in the pack have
been exposed to. But the randomness is confusing. They don’t understand why some are ill and why
others aren’t.”
Marco then adds to the conversation. “But the disease isn’t airborne, and it also isn’t infectious?”
Caspian nods. “Yes, but it still doesn’t exin why none of theb tests can prove what it actually is.
None of the tests areing back positive. And if we don’t know what this is, then we can’t work on an
antidote.”
For the majority of their deciphering, I stay quiet, fragmented from reality as I watch my little girl. But I
know, if we don’t find out what this is sooner orter, ire may never wake up. And I couldn’t live with
that. The men quiet down as I finally rise from my seat, I lean down to press a desperate kiss against
my little girl’s forehead before turning back to the males.
Despite the disarray of my thoughts, one thing stands out clearly in my mind. “I don’t think the illness is
random,” I say before borating. “With this many people ill, it must’ve been something the patients
ingested while those of us that aren’t ill did not. If we can find the source, I’m sure we can figure out
what the disease is.”
The men nod in agreement. “I want to help figure out what’s caused this Caspian.”
“Me too,” says Marco.
I watch Caspian look to the both of us, slightly surprise at our willingness. But I think we all silently
agree that we need to put aside yesterday’s events and whatever embarra*s*sment that follows. This
problem is greater than all of us, it is threatening the life of the pack, and my baby, and we need to find
a solution as soon as possible.
Finally, Caspian nods his head curtly. “Alright. Let’s do it,” no matter how entric and yful he
appears in his social life, Caspian is an Alpha for a reason. He is a leader, maybe not always able to
put aside his emotions. But he does know how to get things done and rally those around him to his
cause.
“We need to first question the patients and their family members. A lot of people were at the banquet
yesterday, I wouldn’t be surprised if something there may have caused everyone to be ill. We
need to find out what they ate and when did they start to feel sick,” both me and Marco nod, before the
three of us depart from ire’s room, spreading out to different ends of the hospital.
But after talking to a couple of patients, wee to realize that the poison couldn’t have been ingested
at the banquet, since some of the patients weren’t even there and still fell ill. So, we then go through
what each patient ate inparison to their family members. But still no pattern reveals itself. At the
present time, I’m talking with Lisa and her father whose awake but incredibly ill.
“So, you both had the same dinner too?”
Lisa nods her head. “Yeah, I made spaghettist night, it always tastes great with a ss of wine.
Course, dad can’t have wine with his meds, so he’s got to have boring water,” the two of them chuckle
together despite the bleak situation.
Until. Something dawns on me, all this time I have been focusing on food I haven’t even thought about
consumable liquids. “Wait Lisa, you didn’t have any waterst night?”
She shakes her head. “Not a sip.”
My eyes widen, excusing myself to rush off, I quickly find Marco and Caspian. “The water. Find out if
any of the patients drank water inparison to their rtives,” the men don’t question me and hurry
off. Soon we return from questioning ande to realize the notable pattern, all the patients, including
ire have drunk waterst night.
To confirm our fears the three of us as well as some of the other pack members that aren’t sick head to
the river that is the pack’s main water source. It’s also the ce where Caspian found me the day I
jumped off the cliff.
I haven’t returned since then, the memory still hauntingly fresh in my mind as I approach the unruly
water that channels its way through the forest. Marcoes to stand beside me, before crouching
down near the water edging. Using a ss, he brought with him, he fills it with the liquid before lifting it
up and swirling the ss to see if there is anything noticeable.
We watch as the water swirls and soon, a dark cloud swirls within it, tinting the water a dark sickening
grey. It also smells slightly off. However, the moment the water stills, the dark smoke vanishes,
disappearing as if it was never there to begin with.
“ck magic…” Marco mutters angrily.
Caspian’s eyes widen. “Someone used ck magic to tamper the water? But- but why… it’s our only
water source and all of our residents drink…” he trails off in dreaded realization of the motive.
It’s only Marco that has the courage to admit the truth.
“Someone wanted to poison your Pack…”
Many of the pack members around us gasp at this realization, but it’s only me that notices Barlow
standing off to the side. His eyes gloss over in some form of recognition that I couldn’t understand.
With the situation looking bleak I return back to the hospital, helping out where I could due to the low
number of staff and facilities. Eventually however I am pulled away by one of the doctors that wishes to
speak to me about ire’s condition.
“So, we concluded that the mildly ill patients will eventually recover. However, those that are
unconscious are less likely to wake up due to the severity.”
A pit of dread suddenly rests ufortably in my stomach. “What does this mean for ire?” I ask,
despite somewhat already knowing.
“Because your home is so close to where the concentration of the poison in the river was at its highest,
ire ingested a much higher dosage of the ck magic. There was no time to counteract the
symptoms that escted much faster than normal. And being so young, her body is just not strong
enough to fight off the disease. I’m sorry Tanya, but ire won’t survive longer than three days.”