Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 88 Dorian’s Dream

Marco’s POV:

As my eyes attentively glance at the clock on the kitchen wall, I notice Tanya hasn’t returned home yet. I’ve been waiting for her, even brewed her a cup of tea that sits cold now on the table next to mine. Up to this point, I have been rather excited, warm, and bubbling with apprehension that she’d come home remembering what she planned to tell me.

But instead, now I’m slightly displaced. This is very unlike her. Tanya would message me if she is running late for whatever reason. My chair screeches back in protest as I rise to a stand, as my thoughts try to create a logical argument for her lateness.

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But the logical conclusions can only last till around midnight. Now my heart races with uncertainty, she’s still not answering her phone and I know I need to kick into gear. I immediately call Oliver, tell him of my worries and that I want soldiers to be sent out in search of her.

Throughout the night Oliver and I go looking, going door to door asking if anyone’s seen her. We check all the places she might’ve gone. Vivian’s house, the perfume shop, the stores she likes. We ask everyone and anyone, and I continue to fear the worse as time continues to pass.

My chest tightens as each person we come across sadly says they haven’t seen her. Despite their promises to keep an eye out, I’m barely comforted. My head just spins with millions of a*s*sumptions of what might’ve happened to her, until finally a soldier runs up to me. “Someone said she was seen near Carol’s flower shop yesterday!”

We don’t hesitate to question the tip. Oliver and I rush to the area, and just as we near the mentioned shop, a wave of smells suddenly hits my nose. Not ignoring the instinct, I inhale deeply, and my wolf stirs in dire longing. I recognize her scent immediately, and hurry after it, Oliver follows me without question.

Eventually we find ourselves in a dark and narrow alley. And while no traces of a struggle can initially be seen, I notice a piece of metal glinting against the moon’s light. But as I kneel down, I realize it isn’t metal, but Tanya’s silver ring. I press the piece of jewellery against my lips, closing my eyes, drowning in the thought of where she might be now.

when I open my eyes again, they narrow with focus and sharpness. I am going to find her. Using the intense scent she’s left behind I

Dorian’s POV:

dreaming. I must be dreaming. Because

my darkest childhood

mother had drunkenly told me

magic, he left her, seeing her as an abomination. Even when she told him that she was pregnant, and begged him not to leave, Joseph only believed that it was a lie. A ploy used

witch, half wolf, and despised by

out on me, spending most of her days of life drunk and alone, beating and whipping me when she

beatings as a lesson, a lesson to make me stronger and more resilient. Sometimes she’d whisper

abuse as a reason to one day inflict pain on my father. He was the true cause of all this. My thoughts grew more disturbed with time, as I’d think of all the ways I would t*ortur*e my father as well as his family and make them feel all

occasions that my mother was sober, she’d shower me in an obnoxious amount of affection, whispering sweet nothings and gracing me with hugs. But moments like those were

only smart thing she ever did was hire a maid to look after me. An Omega called Linda, Lily’s mother.

for her, I probably wouldn’t have survived past the age of three. She was of the few people that showed me true kindness and made sure I was safe and looked after.

was eight when it

drunk and having a seizure. She must’ve mistakenly used her witchcraft, causing the ceiling chandelier to fall from its hook and smash itself to pieces atop of her. She was bleeding profusely, and foaming at the mouth from brain damage, all the while still cursing Joseph

wanted to call the emergency services, wanted to help my mother. And while my mother’s mind wouldn’t have survived, physically she probably would have made it with the

the phone. Despite her confused protests, I stopped her, conviction in my eyes. And that was probably the first time I

My mother.

my surroundings. When it clears again, I’m dressed up in neat clothing, following Barlow. He was going to teach me black magic that

much because of my intelligence. And despite his strict rules, he treated me