Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 94


    Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown


    Chapter 94 Chapter 94 Fight Between Marco And Eric


    Tanya’s POV:


    The morning starts off in absolute chaos.


    Marco receives a call from the phone by our bedside, and the frantic voice over the line makes it


    difficult for me to make out the words. But I know it’s serious as Marco’s face immediately hardens.


    Knowing not to ask any questions just yet, I rush off to get ready, and he drives us to the pce. In car


    he exins that Cathy appears to be missing!


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    I leave ire in the care of Vivian as I go off to help in the search. The soldiers check the surrounding


    woods, while police officers roam the streets in their patrol cars. Neighbouring kingdoms are alerted to


    her disappearance and asked to keep a look out for her. I go with a couple of the maids that knew


    Cathy well, checking all the ces she may have ended up, hopefully on her own ord. But we all


    can’t help but think the worst of this situation.


    Eventually, I, Marco and couple of other well-known and well-trusted royals gather in the council room


    with the King. There is bickering for hours as they try and decide what’s the best course of action, but


    in the end Marco overrules them. I knew he had already decided when he first found out Cathy was


    missing, but now that she has not turned up anywhere, he is resolute in his decision. He is going to


    attack Dorian’s rogue pack.


    Eventually, all the royals disperse to ready their men, and the king too ventures off, leaving just the two


    of us. “Are you absolutely sure Eric would have been the one to take Cathy?” I ask softly, very


    unnerved by what is about to happen.


    He furrows his brows. “I thought I knew my brother. Even if he’s desperate for the throne and my


    downfall, Cathy is still his sister; he was always good to her. They share the same father and mother.


    Would he really be so heartless as to kidnap Cathy?”


    I blink. “So, are you saying Dorian kidnapped Cathy?”


    Marco shrugs. “I really hope that’s the case. But either way, this all still doesn’t make any sense. Dorian


    and Cathy have never met, they’ve never even crossed paths. So why take her?” he shakes his head,


    frowning immensely. “But it doesn’t matter what either of them wants with Cathy, I still believe they


    have her, and I’m going to get her back.”


    I step towards him, taking his hand. He can sense my nervousness, but runs his hands over mine,


    trying to soothe me. “Even if Cathy is sometimes arrogant, she’s a good person. She’s kind and honest,


    she doesn’t have a very wide social range, and the people of the Kingdom do adore her. It’s just way


    too coincidental for her to disappear exactly at the time we are at war with Dorian and my brother.


    There must be a connection.”


    Eric’s POV:


    Dorian hands me the final version of the ck magic enhancing perfume, and I take it from him


    eagerly. But not before I eye its contents, noticing a strange spell mark at the bottom of the perfume


    bottle. “What does this mean?” I know part of me should have been more concerned than I am about


    using ck magic. Magic can be unstable, sometimes unpredictable as told in the books I’ve read here


    and there when I first did my research. But I couldn’t let myself focus on those things. This is my one


    chance to defeat Marco, and I am going to risk everything if that’s the only way to take back my throne.


    Still, I can’t help but ask. In response, Dorian gives me a mysterious smile, saying. “Oh, it’s just a little


    something that will help make the perfume’s effect even more powerful!” he draws me in with the


    ambitious glint in his eyes. “With the ck magic, the perfume and your Lycan powers, trust me, Eric.


    You’ll be unstoppable.”


    I mirror his gaze with growing excitement. I want to know more, but I’m suddenly interrupted as we


    begin to hear yelling from outside. The phrase ‘pce soldiers’ can be heard from among the


    commotion and I realize it’s Marco!


    Hurrying outside, I shove the perfume in my pocket. I had nned to attack the capital soon, but


    instead Marco chose toe right to our door. How convenient. It’s finally time I end his reign.


    Marco’s POV:


    We sound like thunder, like ominous booming thunder rolling into the forestry as we gallop towards


    Dorian’s pack. Lighting shes its way across the sky above us, lighting up the darkness to reveal the


    ma*s*s of wolves I have gathered. A howl erupts in the distance as the call to arms as we race towards


    our opponents.


    I knew the best chance we would have would be by taking the pack by surprise. I can see them now


    through the trees as they rush and scramble to create defences, grab weapons or shift forms. But my


    army is already upon them.


    I stand at the centre as my wolves rush past me in the thousands. Fur brushing past my skin, as dirt


    kicks up around me as they charge. The moon huddles behind the clouds as blood starts to drench and


    soak the forest floor, and rain begins to pommel down as if trying to block out the screams and wash


    away the awful stench of death.


    I stand at the edge, watching, searching. At the corner of my eye, I catch one of the rogues sizing me


    up, thinking he could take me. He bolts at me and lunges, teeth bared. Barely looking in his direction I


    step back, arm jolting forward, swiftly grabbing the scruff of his neck as he’s still in motion, before


    mming him onto the ground. My hand grips the bottom of his jaw and… snap.


    I don’t care to register much else, nudging the limp body out of the way as I march forward, my ck


    coat breezing behind me. I don’t have time to entertain squabbles with lowly rogues, I am here to fight


    a more worthy opponent.


    All my life I knew Eric secretly despised my existence. I was the brother that would forever threaten


    Eric’s right to the throne. And so Eric did everything to prove his worth in all other aspects other than


    power. He became a brilliant diplomate, a perfect royal, poised and calm inparison to my


    ruthlessness and less than social nature.


    But in the end. Political wit doesn’t win wars.


    I see him, amid the chaos, my gaze zones in and I march over the fallen bodies and through the


    colliding ma*s*s of canines. He clocks me now too, and I can tell he sees the fury in my eyes. No more


    silly games.


    Before he can even get within range, Iunch a frontal kick to his stomach. No more talking. As he


    stumbles, I throw a roundhouse kick to his side to change the direction of his falling body. In a swift


    blur, I close the gap, hooking an elbow around his neck and kneeing him repeatedly in the gut, before


    mming an elbow into his jaw. No more ying around.


    I release Eric’s bruised body from my hold, and he stumbles backwards, wheezing, littering the ground


    with his coughed-up blood. All those times I’ve fought Eric, I held back, I withdrew my strength because


    after all he is my brother. But now… after he’s taken Cathy, I’m holding nothing back. And Eric is


    starting to realize the difference.


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    Not done with my attack I march forward again, and Eric attempts to swing at me as he disorderly steps


    backwards. But I side-step each swing, calmly moving left and right to avoid his weak blows before I


    suddenly snap hold of his arm as it jabs at me again. I jerk his arm forward and twist it in a hold, pulling


    him up close so I can repeatedly strike him in the face. One punch after another I go at his jaw and


    nose till trail tracks of blood appear beneath his nostrils.


    I forcibly shove Eric backwards, sending him tumbling to the ground. “This isn’t a fight you can win


    brother,” I say brutally as I tower above him. I don’t know what I’m truly hoping for, do I really think Eric


    is going to surrender? Probably not. But I would continue to beat the S*hi*t out of him till he did.


    As I expect, Eric only res back at me, before a malicious smile creeps onto his bloody lips. Before I


    reach his position, my brother takes out a perfume bottle from his pocket and begins to profusely spray


    himself with it and then he begins shifting. Dark misty swirls of magic shadow his body as it transforms,


    there is nothing natural about his transformation, nothing normal. This is far beyond what the Moon


    Goddess sought for when she created us. This is heresy.


    But I don’t have much time to consider the sacrilege of my brother’s actions. I transform into my Lycan


    appearance, matching his height as the rain continues to drown us in its sorrows over lost family


    values. Thunder erupts in the night sky as we both roar and collide. Eric shes at my chest in a


    swiftness that I’m not ready for, before biting down on my shoulder.


    I roar again as my ws dig into his back, and I chomp at his arm. We move as a blur, tumbling and


    rolling across the soil, trampling the nts and gra*s*s as we taint them with blood. With the perfume


    Eric bes faster, swifter, his shing quicker than I can deflect, and his bite much stronger as it rips


    at my skin. Not that I leave him unwounded, I do just as much damage, ripping into his shoulder, and


    tearing open a seam on his right thigh. Course Eric returns the favour, as my left arm throbs terribly.


    Somehow, we eventually untangle ourselves and I skid to a halt and he rolls to the other side. Not


    giving my brother time, I gallop at him, ready tounch, but he blurs out of my sight. Instead, a ma*s*s


    of ck mist meets me with such f*orc*e I’m thrown off my paws and tumble to the ground as pain


    relishes its way through my body.


    I don’t see Eric. Again, I get up, but once again a f*orc*e of shadow magic shoots into my chest and


    sends me knocking hard into a tree. My body aches as I f*orc*e myself to stand but I don’t even get a


    chance, as a bolt of ckness surges at me and thrusts me into the ground, igniting more pain.


    I growl, pulling myself up and behind one of the boulders to shield myself. I shift back into my human


    form and call out to my brother. “Stop this bullS*hi*t and face me like a man Eric! Face me like a Lycan!


    Not a cowardly witch!”


    What I say must’ve hit a nerve, cause I hear the squelching of boots against the w*et ground, and I


    peer over the boulder to see Eric beholding a terrible smile. He speaks as I limp out of the cover, able


    to see he too is littered with wounds. “Marco… why are you so eager to die?” he chuckles. “I mean, it


    makes my life easier, but I do wonder why attack now? If you were smarter, you would have used the


    pce walls as a defence. I never knew you too be so foolish.”


    I snap. “How can you stand there and talk about war tactics when you kidnapped Cathy! How dare you


    bring our sister into this! Why did you take her? I thought you at least cared about her. And I never


    knew you to be so heartless towards your own flesh and blood.”


    Despite my anger, to my surprise, Eric suddenly drops the malicious act. He appears stunned, and


    instantly confused. “What are you talking about?” he snaps. “What do you mean I kidnapped Cathy?”


    his breathing esctes. “Tell me exactly what happened. Now!” he hastilymands.