Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 89 Marco Comes

Tanya’s POV:

Dorian’s sinister smile prickles my skin with a sense of unease and discomfort. To once again face the man who was first sent to k*il*l me unearths a primal fear within me. He’s like a predator, and I’m the prey, a wide-eyed doe, helpless and alone, away from my herd.

“Don’t be afraid darling. I’m not here to hurt you,” his remark is sly, and he knows that his statement barely lessens the panic he’s induced, but he continues speaking anyways. “I only asked Eric to invite you here.” I scoff breathlessly. “Invite isn’t the word I’d use.”

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His lips upturn into a smirk. “But I’ve been so desperate to meet you. I need a favour,” I remain silent as he explains his request. “I would like you to make a bottle of perfume for me. It’s all I ask for, nothing more and nothing less. And you won’t be harmed.”

It’s his final sentence that sticks out the most. Either way, something in my gut tells me that this simple perfume -knowing Dorian- must be something destructive. I can’t imagine him asking for anything else other than something that can inflict pain or harm another. And I will not be involved in that.

“And if I refuse?”

The hybrid quirks a brow, almost as if expecting my refusal to grant him his wishes. He slowly steps towards me with a patient smile. I flinch as his hand moves, but he only reaches up to stroke strands of my hair away from my face, before lightly caressing my chin. My skin shivers at his predatory touch, and he tilts my head back to look up at his towering figure as he changes the topic entirely.

of yours has charmed many onlookers. I’m sure even Marco is drawn to your grace and beauty,” my body stills into frigidness as he stares into my eyes. “What would happen if I took that away? Hmm? What if I carved a scar across this untouched beauty?” he places a finger at the right corner of my

to make me the perfume, I will carve my claws down your face,” but he

gorgeous skin

just like that, Dorian starts counting down. His intentionally long pauses give me seconds to decide. But I knew already, from the moment he threatened me, I had already decided. Marco would love me no matter what, and I

my body trembles in apprehension, while my lips still remain tightly sealed. And I can’t help but sense some form of anger and frustration as he laughs at

his arm swings forward. But instead of pain, all I hear is a loud ‘ding’. Instinctively I open my eyes to find something glowing on my chest through the fabric of my jacket. Whatever it is has blocked Dorian’s magic and protected me from harm. That’s

now, glaring at the glowing object. “Take off the jacket!” he snaps but doesn’t give me time to react. Harshly he pulls off my jacket, before roughly snatching the badge, snapping it off my sweater. “Barlow gave this to

on this badge for you?” is it jealousy I’m hearing? I can’t really tell. All I

guarded expression, and asks me way too casually. “What sort of wretched corner of the world

the water, weren’t you? Shouldn’t you already know that Barlow died

passing is news to him. He mutters coldly beneath his

to me. “You must be lying to me. Yes! You must be lying!” I’m completely stunned, but Dorian doesn’t give me a chance to speak. Obviously wanting to verify the truth, he fiercely throws my badge to the ground and storms towards the

towards me, saying coldly. “Even if you’re unwilling to make the perfume for me, I still have ways of getting what I want. I always get what I want in the end,” the hybrid then slams the door shut, leaving me locked up and alone once

my fears are only confirmed over the next couple of days. Not only am I locked up, but I’m barely given any food to eat or any water to

my confrontation with Dorian, and every day after that, a person would come into my room, silent, ignoring my pleas, not conversing with me, barely baring me a glance. And I’m either ordered or f*orc*ed to provide

croaky and scratchy as I’m parched for water. My body gets to the point where it no longer growls for food as its cries have been continuously ignored, choosing instead to eat away at my muscle and fat as a