Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 95
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 95 Fatal w
Marco’s POV:
“What do you mean she’s missing?” Eric has to yell over the rain, but his eyes are wide with disbelief.
“She’s missing! Taken from her bedst night, there’s no evidence that she even left her room. And
even if she did leave, she took none of her possessions, not her purse, nor her clothes, nothing! It just
doesn’t make any sense.”
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I ry to Eric everything with regards to Cathy’s disappearance in detail. About how she was seen the
night before but could not be found the next morning. That we checked all of Cathy’s usual ces, and
that I sent soldiers to every corner of the kingdom. And how even other kingdoms hadn’t seen her. “The
only exnation is that you took her!”
The rain pours and drenches us. But with my wolfish eyes I can see through the fog and dark mist,
noticing how Eric is visibly shaken by the news about his sister. However, I notice something different
about his previous strength and ck magic power.
The shadows around his body are dissipating. He sags and flinches as if only now he’s beginning to
feel the pain form my inflicted wounds. It’s as if the ck magic’s power is leaving his system. He
stumbles, and he has to use a tree for bnce to keep himself upright. I realize…. Now’s my chance.
Iunch myself at him, the two of us tumbling and rolling down into arge ditch. The ground is slick
and w*et, turning into mud thatces our clothes and faces. I pin him so I’m on top, and begin swinging
punches at his face with one hand, whilst the other holds him down at the neck.
“This is for Tanya!” I m my fist into his face with bountiful rage.
“This one is for father!” I retract my arm before knocking it into his face again, blood stters frantically
from his nose.
“This one is for Cathy,” I aim for his jaw, hearing an ufortable crack as pain ignites from my split
knuckles. My fingers would heal, as would his face, but I don’t care. He deserves this.
“And this one is for me,” as I go to bash him again, something moves from the corner of my eye, but
before I can retract, fur shes across my face. A ma*s*s barrels itself into me, throwing me off Eric
and into the dirt ways away.
I rise to my feet quickly into a defensive position, growling and baring my human teeth at the wolf that
guards Eric’s fallen body. I outstretch my arms, ready to fight this one off, till a line of wolves emerge
from above the ditch. They hurry down and circle their fallen prince. I could have taken them all on,
there was enough rage in me tomit terrible crimes. But if I did, I don’t know if I’d have enough
strength afterwards to fight Eric.
But he’s weak. This is our chance!
The voice of my wolf ignites further fire in my system. And I pace the outer boundary of the wolves
defence in growing frustration. They snap and growl at me, but never make the first move to attack me,
only remaining close to Eric’s position. While I grow tired and impatient, wanting to finish this once and
for all. I want to drag Eric back to the pce to stand trial for his crimes!
However, my wish is not to be granted today. Eric finally rises, eyeing me in silence. I call out to him,
bating him to fight me. But he doesn’t, Eric only looks into my eyes one final time before slipping away
with his rogue aplices, leaving me bitter.
Soon I reunite with my soldiers. Making an advance on the pack now is no use until I can be sure
Dorian and Eric are still in the area. With the war at a temporary standstill, we hunker down outside the
pack to give my men some rest and allow them to recuperate.
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But I am restless, I barely sleep. All I can think about it is Eric’s surprised look when he heard the news
about Cathy. And I am also immensely confused over his sudden unexinable weakness. And my
mind is wracked with infinite doubts as I try to formte a new n of attack.
Eric’s POV:
The news about Cathy’s disappearance has caused me considerable rm. Part of my wants to write it
off as a ploy created by Marco to lure me away or distract me… and yet. No matter how much I
despised my brother, even if I wanted him dead.
The one thing I know about Marco, is that he is not a liar. Even if it was in his best interest to lie. Marco
is always true to his word. I hate to think it, or believe, but he’s a man of honour in every way shape or
form. He does not y games, does not toy with his pray like me or Dorian. And I knew just from his
bodynguage that Marco was telling the truth about Cathy.
But this only stirs more worry and confusion with me. Something isn’t right.
My heart is filled with suspicion, added with the fact I haven’t seen Dorian at all since the battle began.
Knowing something is wrong, I quietly return to the rogue pack territory, looking for any traces of
Dorian.
And that’s when I notice a bright light shing from inside a deserted cave on the edge of the territory,
which seems abnormal.
I follow the light, slipping into the cave. Wax candles litter the flooring, and symbols are drawn on the
floor in a dark red liquid that I hope isn’t blood. But my eyes finallynd on something much worse.
I rush over to Cathy as sheys upon the cold hard ground. Her body lies on top arge drawing on the
ground painted in red with the same demonic symbols I have seen early. “Cathy!” I yell trying to wake
her, I want to lift her into my arms, but it’s as her body that has been glued to the floor. And I only just
barely lift her head with some strange f*orc*e pulling her back.
My fight with this unexinable f*orc*e is what wakes her. But she doesn’t look relieved to see me.
Instead, her eyes are wide with fear. “No!” she stutters a great deal, and she looks weak and feeble.
But she manages to say. “Eric please. Run! You need to leave.”
How can I leave her behind? So, I ignore her cries and begin trying to figure out how to free her from
the magic boundary that binds her to the flooring. However, I notice Cathy’s eyes widen suddenly.
“Look out!” I feel a sh of movement behind me.
I just barely dodge the attack, the ck magic just grazing my arm, burning the clothing on my
shoulder, and scraping the edges of my flesh. I grit my teeth, and turn around to face Dorian, walking
towards me with a sly pep in his step.
“What’s the meaning of this Dorian?! Why is she stuck to the floor?” I brashly yell. “You wanted Tanya,
and I brought you Tanya! Why did you take Cathy? What does she have to do with this? Rid of the
magic holding her now.”
Despite my curled fists that visibly shakes, and to my order, Dorian just snorts, appearing amused by
my vexation. “Who said I only wanted Tanya. I only needed her to help craft the perfume I wanted. But
my real target has been Cathy all along. My goal has always been Cathy.”
My confusion and disbelief are expressed in my words as I ask. “But why?”
He chuckles. “It’s time I let you in on a little secret Eric. I’m the son of Joseph’s secret love affair. You
have another brother! Can you believe it?” he outstretches his arms mockingly asking for a hug, and
when I don’t react, heughs again. “Oh, that’s right. I’m the forgotten son. The one he abandoned. Left
for dead. The one that nobody cared about. So, now, I’m going to destroy the Mador family. Obliterate
all of you from existence. And sweet darling Cathy is going to help me do it.”
His smile drops into a frown. “By dying.”
A primal roar leaves my lips as Iunch a magical attack on him. But Dorian deflects it with ease.
Again, and again and again I throw bolt after bolt of ck magic as I advance in his direction. And he
easily directs each shot away. Eventually I send a build-up of my magic, and heunches his own, two
beams of dark light meeting in the middle, fighting at the centre to overpower the other.
But with each step I gather, I crumble further and further to the ground as Dorian’s pure blood magic
overwhelms my own. My magic fizzles and I’m hit by his st. As Dorian approaches, I hurry to take
out the bottle of perfume, hoping to use it, till manicughter leaves his lips, u
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I pause. “Do you really think Lily’sck of talent is what makes that
perfume so strong? Maybe that mark on the bottom of the bottle will now make some more sense to
you,” I take a look at it again, realizing it’s the same symbol cast repeatedly on the floor around Cathy.
Dorian mockingly whispers. “Sacrificial magic,” beforeughing as my eyes grow wide. “Yes, that’s
right. Every time you use this bottle of perfume, what you absorb is your sister’s life f*orc*e. Now she is
weak, but at least she’s awake. But with every spritz of that bottle, she will fall further and further into
the darkness, until finally. She dies.”
In shock I throw the perfume away and go to use my Lycan abilities, but only pain erupts throughout my
body every time I try. I shake with disbelief and Dorianughs. “You think great poweres without a
price? Course not… you’re a Prince, you think everything you wantes for free.”
He nears my fallen for. “Sorry Eric. You’ve been a great help. But you’re no longer of use to me,” he
sts me with his magic and I’m lost in ckness.
The next time I’m awake I find myself trapped in a prison cell. The only light I seees from a bared
window positioned near the ceiling. I’m left alone with my thoughts, shame, and guilt writhing through
me as I regret all what I have done. Cathy is in danger because of me.
And for first the time through the mind link, I contact the one person I know who can save her. Marco.