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.

stopping Marco in his tracks. They respectfully acknowledge each other with a nod as if both silently agree that now is not the time to engage in a clash of masculinity when I am so close to the edge. Caspian turns to me solemnly, coming

“How’s she doing?”

woken up. The doctor says she’s been poisoned.” Caspian’s eyes droop with acknowledgement and Marco seems to realize the Alpha knows more than we do. “What’s going on out there? Everyone is getting ill,” says the prince. Although not brash,

pinpoint what. It’s obviously been something that a majority in the pack have been exposed to. But the randomness is confusing. They don’t understand why some are ill and

to the conversation. “But the disease isn’t

it actually is. None of the tests are coming back positive. And if we don’t know what

I stay quiet, fragmented from reality as I watch my little 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

random,” I say before elaborating. “With this many people ill, it must’ve

“I want to help figure out what’s caused

“Me too,” says Marco.

the both of us, slightly surprise at our willingness. But I think we all silently agree that we need to put aside yesterday’s events and 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

Let’s do it,” no matter how eccentric and playful he appears in his social life, Caspian 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 those around

their family members. A lot of people were at the banquet yesterday, I wouldn’t be surprised if something there may have caused everyone to become ill. We need to find out what they ate and when did they start to feel sick,” both me and Marco nod, before the three of us depart from

talking to a couple of patients, we come to 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 their family

had the same

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

on food I haven’t even thought about consumable liquids. “Wait Lisa, you didn’t have

shakes her head.

water. Find out if any of the patients drank water in comparison to 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 Claire