Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 94

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 94 Chapter 94 Fight Between Marco And Eric

Tanya’s POV:

The morning starts off in absolute chaos.

Marco receives a call from the phone by our bedside, and the frantic voice over the line makes it difficult for me to make out the words. But I know it’s serious as Marco’s face immediately hardens. Knowing not to ask any questions just yet, I rush off to get ready, and he drives us to the palace. In car he explains that Cathy appears to be missing!

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I leave Claire in the care of Vivian as I go off to help in the search. The soldiers check the surrounding woods, while police officers roam the streets in their patrol cars. Neighbouring kingdoms are alerted to her disappearance and asked to keep a look out for her. I go with a couple of the maids that knew Cathy well, checking all the places she may have ended up, hopefully on her own accord. But we all can’t help but think the worst of this situation.

Eventually, I, Marco and couple of other well-known and well-trusted royals gather in the council room with the King. There is bickering for hours as they try and decide what’s the best course of action, but in the end Marco overrules them. I knew he had already decided when he first found out Cathy was missing, but now that she has not turned up anywhere, he is resolute in his decision. He is going to attack Dorian’s rogue pack.

Eventually, all the royals disperse to ready their men, and the king too ventures off, leaving just the two of us. “Are you absolutely sure Eric would have been the one to take Cathy?” I ask softly, very unnerved by what is about to happen.

He furrows his brows. “I thought I knew my brother. Even if he’s desperate for the throne and my downfall, Cathy is still his sister; he was always good to her. They share the same father and mother. Would he really be so heartless as to kidnap Cathy?”

I blink. “So, are you saying Dorian kidnapped Cathy?”

never even crossed paths. So why take her?” he shakes his head, frowning immensely. “But it

his hand. He can sense my nervousness, but runs his hands over mine, trying to soothe me. “Even if Cathy is sometimes arrogant, she’s a good person. She’s kind and honest, she doesn’t have a very wide social range, and the people of the Kingdom do

Eric’s POV:

this mean?” I know part of me should have been more concerned than I am about using black magic. Magic can be unstable, sometimes unpredictable as told in the books I’ve read here and there when I first did my research. But I couldn’t let myself focus on those things. This is my one chance to defeat Marco, and I am going to risk everything if that’s the only

gives me a mysterious smile, saying. “Oh, it’s just a little something that will help make the perfume’s effect even more

I want to know more, but I’m suddenly interrupted as we begin to hear yelling from outside. The phrase ‘palace soldiers’ can be heard from among the

the capital soon, but instead Marco chose to come right to our door. How convenient. It’s finally time I end his

Marco’s POV:

sky above us, lighting up the darkness to reveal the ma*s*s of wolves I have gathered. A howl

knew the best chance we would have would be by taking the pack by surprise. I can see them now through the trees as they rush and scramble to create defences, grab weapons or

huddles behind the clouds as blood starts to drench

watching, searching. At the corner of my eye, I catch one of the rogues sizing me up, thinking he could take me. He bolts at me and lunges, teeth bared. Barely looking in his direction I step back, arm jolting forward, swiftly grabbing the scruff of his neck as he’s still in motion, before slamming him onto the ground.

don’t care to register much else, nudging the limp body out of the way as I march forward, my black coat breezing behind me. I

to the throne. And so Eric did everything to prove his worth in all other aspects other than power. He became a brilliant diplomate, a perfect royal, poised and calm in comparison to my ruthlessness and less than social

end. Political wit doesn’t win

and I march over the fallen bodies and through the colliding ma*s*s of canines. He clocks me now too, and I can tell

kick to his stomach. No more talking. As he stumbles, I throw a roundhouse kick to his side to change the direction of his falling body. In a swift blur, I close the gap,

fought Eric, I held back, I withdrew my strength because after all he is my brother.

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