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.

didn’t expect him too, Caspian eventually does enter the room, 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 to stand at

“How’s she doing?”

acknowledgement and Marco seems to realize the Alpha knows more than we do. “What’s going on

poisoning. But they can’t 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 why others

“But the disease isn’t airborne, and it also

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

the majority of their deciphering, 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 quiet down as I finally rise from my seat, I lean down to press a desperate kiss against

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

“I want to

“Me too,” says Marco.

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

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

need

of the patients weren’t even there and still fell ill. So, we then go through what each patient

both had

it always tastes great with a glass of wine. Course, dad can’t have wine with his meds, so he’s got to have

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

her head. “Not

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 have drunk water last