Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

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 Claire. 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 place. 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 Claire’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 plan to tell Marco the truth is pushed back due to Claire’s sudden coma.

Upon reaching the hospital and getting her situated into a room, the doctor finally appears, checking her vitals and determining that Claire was poisoned. I’m completely at a loss for words, unsure of how this could’ve happened.

But soon, Claire 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 displaying different variations of some form of poisoning. Some are completely unconscious, while others are awake but terribly sick, continuously vomiting with skin that’s pale and discolored.

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 she lays 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.

tracks. They respectfully acknowledge each other with a nod as if both silently agree that now is not the time to engage in

“How’s she doing?”

poisoned.” Caspian’s eyes droop with acknowledgement and Marco seems to realize the Alpha knows more than we do. “What’s going on

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

adds to the conversation. “But the disease isn’t airborne, and it also

it still doesn’t explain why none of the lab tests can prove what it actually is. None of the tests are coming back

girl. But I know, if we don’t find out what this is sooner or later, Claire may never wake up. And I couldn’t live with that. The men quiet down as I finally rise

illness is random,” I say before elaborating. “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

nod in agreement. “I want to

“Me too,” says Marco.

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

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

We need to find out

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 in comparison to

had the same

I made spaghetti last night, it always tastes great with a glass 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

food I haven’t even thought

shakes her head.

their relatives,” the men don’t question me and hurry off. Soon we return from questioning and come to realize the notable pattern, all the patients, including