Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 91 Pretend To Be Sick

Tanya’s POV:

I’m completely stunned and drift into silence as I find Marco smiling back at me. I’ve never seen Marco smile so brightly, even his eyes glistening with a radiant glow. But I don’t get a chance to say anything. Suddenly, Marco moves to stand, I watch as his body takes on a new form. The muscles on his back flex and shift as golden and black fur rush to cover skin. A growl rumbles over the noise of cracking bones as he rises to stand at his full height, the wooden floor creaking beneath his weight.

As the three others stand watching in silence and shock, and before they have time to react, Marco starts stalking towards them dangerously. He outstretches one of his arms and drags his claw across the wall, embedding deep claw marks into the cement as an uncomfortable scratching noise emits from this motion.

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But he doesn’t give them a chance to make the first move, Marco launches himself at Dorian, and the hybrid has to shift forms mid attack. There’s a confidence in Marco’s movements that I realize is from him understanding the best way to fight Dorian. Dorian relies heavily on black magic. But up close, he is physically weaker than Marco, and couldn’t keep up with Marco’s strength and raw power. Dark red blood taints Dorian’s pure white fur as Marco litters his body in claw marks, before battering him into the ground.

By now the other two have transformed. Lily gallops towards Marco, attempting to attack him from behind. But upon sensing her nearing presence, Marco swivels round, and his arm in a forkful swing connects with her body while she’s in mid-air. Her weak omega form is no match for Marco’s f*orc*e. And what is equivalent to a slap from him, sends her flying into one of the walls. I wince upon hearing the undeniable breakage of a couple of bones, and her body drops to the ground with a thud.

pride is what indivertibly overrides any logical thought. The two Lycans battle it out in a violent

is still afraid for his safety. Yet I trust his strength, and he proves me right. Marco swipes at Eric’s face, the prince stumbles back, before Marco barrels into him, pinning him to the floor whilst snapping down on his arms and near

before shifting back into his human form. Blood that isn’t his now tainting his skin and clothes. But he approaches me, lifting me into his

we reach the door, both of us sense movement to our right. Marco and I tense and he turns us to see Dorian shifting back. The hybrid’s breathing is ragged and uncontrolled as he repeatedly coughs up blood, before speaking to us in

still can’t leave. I have an entire pack of rogues that are ready to demolish you. You’re outnumbered by the hundreds. All I have to do is say the word and they’ll attack you. They’ll rip you to shreds!”

the door. And as promised, on the other side stands a group of savage looking fighters, some in their wolf forms, some not. But all stare hungrily at my husband

surprise and confusion. Marco only snorts in

think I’d come alone? Let us go, or I’ll have my soldiers attack and wipe out your entire pack. It’ll be like you never existed,” Dorian seems torn, but Marco only hammers home his point. “You’re brutally injured, do you really think rogues will stand and fight for you when you’re a lost cause? They have a better chance

time ever I watch Dorian’s face grow pale with

shock as Marco walks us out of the makeshift camp grounds of Dorian’s pack. We walk through the woods towards the position of Marco’s soldiers. As we’re finally alone for a moment, I look to Marco curiously.

faint. I wanted Eric, Lily and Dorian to lower their guard. I wanted to also have the time to identify their weaknesses when they weren’t paying attention, so I knew where to strike,” he then pauses for a moment before adding playfully. “And if I hadn’t fainted, how could I have heard the truth about what happened five years

Still in his arms, I wrap my hands round his neck

I f*orc*e Marco to

look at him in confusion. And he cheekily smiles back at me. “I was in hurry