Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 88
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 88 Dorian’s Dream
Marco’s POV:
As my eyes attentively nce at the clock on the kitchen wall, I notice Tanya hasn’t returned home yet.
I’ve been waiting for her, even brewed her a cup of tea that sits cold now on the table next to mine. Up
to this point, I have been rather excited, warm, and bubbling with apprehension that she’de home
remembering what she nned to tell me.
But instead, now I’m slightly disced. This is very unlike her. Tanya would message me if she is
runningte for whatever reason. My chair screeches back in protest as I rise to a stand, as my
thoughts try to create a logical argument for herteness.
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But the logical conclusions can onlyst till around midnight. Now my heart races with uncertainty,
she’s still not answering her phone and I know I need to kick into gear. I immediately call Oliver, tell him
of my worries and that I want soldiers to be sent out in search of her.
Throughout the night Oliver and I go looking, going door to door asking if anyone’s seen her. We check
all the ces she might’ve gone. Vivian’s house, the perfume shop, the stores she likes. We ask
everyone and anyone, and I continue to fear the worse as time continues to pass.
My chest tightens as each person wee across sadly says they haven’t seen her. Despite their
promises to keep an eye out, I’m barelyforted. My head just spins with millions of a*s*sumptions of
what might’ve happened to her, until finally a soldier runs up to me. “Someone said she was seen near
Carol’s flower shop yesterday!”
We don’t hesitate to question the tip. Oliver and I rush to the area, and just as we near the mentioned
shop, a wave of smells suddenly hits my nose. Not ignoring the instinct, I inhale deeply, and my wolf
stirs in dire longing. I recognize her scent immediately, and hurry after it, Oliver follows me without
question.
Eventually we find ourselves in a dark and narrow alley. And while no traces of a struggle can initially
be seen, I notice a piece of metal glinting against the moon’s light. But as I kneel down, I realize it isn’t
metal, but Tanya’s silver ring. I press the piece of jewellery against my lips, closing my eyes, drowning
in the thought of where she might be now.
But when I open my eyes again, they narrow with focus and sharpness. I am going to find her. Using
the intense scent she’s left behind I follow it with urgency.
Dorian’s POV:
I know I am dreaming. I must be dreaming. Because my mother died years ago, yet now I see her…
Still, the pain feels so real. Her favourite belt stings my skin even as Iy asleep dreaming, and I cry
out in heartbreak. My dream has taken me to some of my darkest childhood memories. And I once
again be that small little boy, useless, pathetic, and helpless, crying out for his mother’s
forgiveness, as she mercilessly whips me again, and again and again.
By then, mother had drunkenly told me one night, that
she was a witch who had a brief love affair with Joseph. But when Joseph learned that my mother
could wield magic, he left her, seeing her as an abomination. Even when she told him that she was
pregnant, and begged him not to leave, Joseph only believed that it was a lie. A ploy used to keep him
with her.
And so, I was born, half witch, half wolf, and despised by all.
The hurt my mother experienced from Joseph’s rejection, she took out on me, spending most of her
days of life drunk and alone, beating and whipping me when she grew restless, cursing my existence.
Sometimes she cursed me for being a hybrid and ruining her life, other times she cursed me for not
being strong enough. She’d justify her beatings as a lesson, a lesson to make me stronger and more
resilient. Sometimes she’d whisper into my ear, telling me I had to be strong so that one day I can take
revenge on my father and his family.
And as she used Joseph as the reason to hurt me, and I used her acts of abuse as a reason to one day
inflict pain on my father. He was the true cause of all this. My thoughts grew more disturbed with time,
as I’d think of all the ways I would t*ortur*e my father as well as his family and make them feel all the
pain that I felt.
On the rare asions that my mother was sober, she’d shower me in an obnoxious amount of
affection, whispering sweet nothings and gracing me with hugs. But moments like those were far and
few in between, for the most part, my mother was an angry drunk who couldn’t look after me.
The only smart thing she ever did was hire a maid to look after me. An Omega called Linda, Lily’s
mother. If it
hadn’t been for her, I probably wouldn’t have survived past the age of three. She was of the few people
that showed me true kindness and made sure I was safe and looked after. Soon I grew unbothered by
my mother’s emotional absence and became independent and self- sufficient with Linda’s guiding
hand.
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I was eight when it happened.
I heard a loud bange from the living room. I rushed in to find my mother drunk and having a
seizure. She must’ve mistakenly used her witchcraft, causing the ceiling chandelier to fall from its hook
and smash itself to pieces atop of her. She was bleeding profusely, and foaming at the mouth from
brain damage, all the while still cursing Joseph and me.
Linda was around at the time, and rushed in, terrified at the scene. She wanted to call the emergency
services, wanted to help my mother. And while my mother’s mind wouldn’t have survived, physically
she probably would have made it with the right treatment.
But I stopped Linda just as she was about to pick up the phone. Despite her confused protests, I
stopped her, conviction in my eyes. And that was probably the first time I ever murdered someone.
My mother.
The scene in my dream starts to fade, shadows blurring out their faces and swirls of colour undoing my
surroundings. When it clears again, I’m dressed up in neat clothing, following Barlow. He was going to
teach me ck magic that day.
Barlow did in fact treat me like a son and liked me very much because of my intelligence. And despite
his strict rules, he treated me well, and cared about me.
The dream blurs again, and I reappear for ast time in a different scene. It was my birthday, Barlow
was sitting beside me with a cigarette between his lips, dressing me in the new clothes he had
especially made for me. Then he looked at me with a smug smile.
“Now aren’t I terrific at making the best clothes,” heughs yfully. “I bet I could even make a living
being a seamstress!”
I still remember the feel of the fabric against my skin. They didn’t feel delicate like clothes made by a
woman, but they made me feel warm, and reliable. Protected, 1
I suddenly jolt awake. My pillow is soaked from my sweat, and I feel breathless. I calm myself, slowly
rising from bed as I rein in my confusion and shock over the strange dream. My stunned expression
retracts, and I mask my thoughts with a thin straight line across my lips.
It is just a dream.
A dream about my childhood memories with my mother and Barlow. Course my mother I cared nothing
for, Barlow on the other hand… we fought, and that rtionship is now over. How I feel about it doesn’t
matter anymore.
The dream is all about meaningless days. It is nothing.
I’m just slightly surprised that it’s Barlow that I see in my dream. Thinking of him leads me to wonder
where he may be now. Course I don’t order or ask my subordinates, and they don’t dare mention his
name around me.
But that’s not important, right now, I’m going to meet lovely little Tanya.
Tanya’s POV:
I awake, hungry and cold. My heart hammers in my chest as I blink at my surroundings, trying to
discern where I am. But nothing looks familiar, not the room, not the bed, nor the table or chairs in
corner. Everything is foreign.
My mind traces back its memories to Eric. Why did he attack me? Where has he taken me? But before
my thoughts can delve any further the door to the room unlocks. And in steps Dorian.