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.

The two Lycans battle it out in a violent clash of claws, teeth and snarls. Blood splatters

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

Eric is no longer going to fight back, Marco sits back on his haunches, 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 arms bridal style and silently

The hybrid’s breathing is ragged and uncontrolled as he repeatedly coughs up blood, before speaking to

teeth. “Even if you’ve defeated us, you still can’t leave. I have an entire pack of rogues that are ready to demolish you. You’re outnumbered

threat, Marco heeds it no mind, and swings open 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

confusion. Marco only snorts in laughter. “Really?” even Dorian appears

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 running than

Dorian’s face grow pale with surrender. And

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. “But if

pretending to 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

tears in my eyes. Still in his arms, I wrap my hands round his neck and pull him

muffled grunt. With surprise and concern, I f*orc*e Marco

the ground to try and help ease the pain. Just then Oliver and a couple of soldiers show up. But they aren’t the entire army the way Marco depicted to Dorian. I look at him in confusion. And he cheekily smiles back at me. “I was in hurry to find you; it was quicker to take