Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 93
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 93 Cathy Disappears
Tanya’s POV:
I don’t really remember how I woke up this morning. All I remember is that I was the little spoon, and as
soon as Marco roused from his slumber, he decided to fulfill his role as the big spoon. I girlishly giggle
trying to run away, saying that we need to get up to start the day.
Course Marco cares little for my logical arguments. “I don’t like to use my royal title as an excuse. But
in this case, I will. The world can wait on us for once. We’re royals.”
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I gasp inughter. “Marco!”
“Nu uh, I want you. And I will have you,” despite my iling, I finally surrender to his lustful impulse. I
allow him to press my body flush against his, spooning me again. And as he fiddles with his boxers, I
find my desire rising down below, my wolf growing hormonally impatient despite my initial protest.
Finally, I feel the head of his length press against my hole, and I suck in a breath when he proceeds to
push it in deep. “f*uc*k yes…” he m*oa*ns. I’m tight, and I find myself clenching round his member,
which only intensifies the noises he’s making.
Eventually we both find ourselves in a steady rhythm. And with the curtains drawn, the only sound
emitting from the darkened room is the pping sounds created from Marco’s hard thrusts against my
bare bum.
“You’re so hormonal,” I tease. Marco in response only angles himself better, his length touching my
sweet spot and forcing another m*oa*n to escape me.
“Horny,” I retort.
He throws an arm over my body, sping one of my b*reas*ts in a tight squeeze. “s*e*xy,” he purrs.
“Feral,” I m*oa*n.
“Gorgeous,” he whispers. I smile as he ms into me harder and harder, our m*oa*ns rising to the
same volume of the skin smacking.
Till a voice echoes from outside the door. “Mummy! Daddy!” the handle jiggles, but inevitably doesn’t
budge, and I praise the Moon Goddess that I locked it.
“S*hi*t,” As he speaks, his hard on softens with such suddenness. It’s almostical, if it wasn’t for the
fact my innocent daughter is standing outside the door. And someone else now joins her. I hear the
maid speaking, trying to prevent my child from forcing her way into the room. But of course, like her
father, she’s stubborn.
“Why won’t you let me go in to find mommy and daddy? I’m allowed to!”
I hear the maid only able to awkwardly say that her parents are just busy. But we both know that isn’t
going to deter her for long.
“Why is she so insistent?” says Marco, breathing into my ear as he’s still pressed against me.
“Cause she’s stubborn… just like her father,” Marco groans as I chuckle. But we both freeze as the
door handle jiggles again, only this time more furiously. Marco slips out of me and the two of us spring
out of bed, and rush to get dressed.
Eventually we greet ire at the door, giving her all the love and attention she desired from us, before
sending her off to school. The two of us then end up in the kitchen, and after I brew us some coffee, we
sit down to obviously talk about the past couple of days.
“I don’t think that was thest time will be seeing, Dorian, Eric and Lily,” says my husband. “Something
tells me they’re prepping for another fight with us. A final fight.”
I sigh, hating the reality. Nevertheless, I decide to provide my thoughts on the previous incident. “That
perfume Dorian used must’ve been a prototype of sorts. I guess he wanted my skills to make a special
perfume, but I refused. So, they withdrew blood from me instead, so Lily could try and make the
perfume Dorian wanted.” Marco nods. “The perfume obviously was made to try and enhance Dorian’s
ck magic. I experienced the change as soon as he sprayed it on himself,” I inhale a shaky breath as
Marco continues. “Eric wants the throne. So, I have no doubt that their aim is to take down the
Kingdom of Mador. I’ll start training the soldiers immediately. We will need to prepare for war.”
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Eric’s POV:
Even if I am a Prince, Dorian treats me no differently to his roguerades when I’m training with him.
He pushes me to go harder, to be faster, forcing both swiftness, and technical power out of me. Today’s
lesson ends with me feeling on a high. I brush sweat off my forehead as Dorian speaks.
“I believe that concludes all the powerful ck magic that I can teach you within a short time frame.
Thisbined with the perfume made to enhance your powers, and your lycan abilities will be more
than enough to defeat Marco. We should be ready to attack the Kingdom soon.”
I barely register Dorian leaving the room. All I focus on is his words and his confirmation that we are
ready. I am ready.
All my life, despite Marco’s curse making me the heir by default. I was always reminded of it, would
always bitterly overhear nobles and royals talk about how Marco’s power far surpassed mine, and if it
wasn’t for his curse, I’d be all but forgotten. It wretched a hole in my heart and darkened my mind. I had
the right to fight for what was also mine. And now, I can finally get rid of Marco for good!
Dorian’s POV:
I watch the Prince grow incredibly excited with the prospect of defeating Marco. But when I turn my
back to him, I can’t help the wicked smile that creeps onto my lips. I head out of the training room and
down one of the halls. I won’t deny Eric’s intelligence. The prince is indeed connivingly malicious, using
his brain over his brawn in ways that benefit him. However, his greed and pride leave him blinded to
consequences of using dark magic. Not that I’mining really.
The truth is. That in this world, nothing, even magic and dark power, isn’t attained for free. Especially
ck magic. The world’s magical f*orc*es must remain in bnce, and if the sides are tipped, then
sacrifices must be made to right them. There is no powerful ck magic that can be learned so quickly,
not without causing harm to oneself.
And so, all the magic I’ve been teaching Eric, are inferior ck magic spells. Even though they do
greatly enhance
his power in a short period time, the reverse effect they will have on Eric’s unustomed body will be
equally as powerful, if not more damaging. Great magic takes a toll. With this devious thought in mind,
my thought process shifts onto a topic that’s much more important right now. Revealing the perfume
Lily made for me from my pocket, I casually toss the bottle up and down in my hand as I try to think.
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Originally, I had been hoping Tanya would make this perfume for me but since she adamantly refused,
and I no longer had any leverage to f*orc*e her, I let Lily try with Tanya’s blood. But of course, Lily
doesn’t have the Montenero Family’s talent for perfumery. Her repeated experiments and continual
failures had been a grueling experience. But eventually, to my surprise, she was able to create a
concoction. But it itself is barely passable.
Problem is, that its effectiveness is highly inferior to the real solution that Tanya is capable of creating.
The ck magic enhancement effect is far less than its truer version. And it also has a fatal w. Thirty
minutes after use, the user experiences thirty seconds of intense weakness, leaving the user extremely
exposed to attack. But I don’t settle for less. Never have and never will. And although there is no way to
rectify this w in the perfume, I have another way to make up for it. With my n in mind, I can’t help
the maniacalughter that escapes me from growing excitement.
They are all blind.
Eric especially. He overlooks, or never cares to wonder if my ultimate end goal is the same as his.
Surprise surprise. It’s not. Eric desires the death of Marco. I on the other hand, don’t just want Marco
dead, I want to entirely destroy the royal family, to watch them suffer,
to watch them fall from their pedestal of grace and wealth. Marco said he could wipe my rogue pack out
of existence. Little did he know I nned to demolish the royals and wipe them from all of history as the
ruling family.
I have long known that there is a branch of ck magic known as sacrificial ck magic, where I can
sacrifice the blood and power of a family member in order to grant myself great undefeatable power.
But before then, I must do something important first.
Under the cover of midnight, I quietly slip away from my pack’s territory alone, reappearing outside of
what I believe to be Cathy’s room. Peering through the window, I see my stepsister sleeping soundly,
unalerted to my presence, nor did she have any knowledge that I existed. I believe it’s time I introduce
myself.