Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 95

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 95 Fatal Flaw

Marco’s POV:

“What do you mean she’s missing?” Eric has to yell over the rain, but his eyes are wide with disbelief.

“She’s missing! Taken from her bed last night, there’s no evidence that she even left her room. And even if she did leave, she took none of her possessions, not her purse, nor her clothes, nothing! It just doesn’t make any sense.”

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I relay to Eric everything with regards to Cathy’s disappearance in detail. About how she was seen the night before but could not be found the next morning. That we checked all of Cathy’s usual places, and that I sent soldiers to every corner of the kingdom. And how even other kingdoms hadn’t seen her. “The only explanation is that you took her!”

The rain pours and drenches us. But with my wolfish eyes I can see through the fog and dark mist, noticing how Eric is visibly shaken by the news about his sister. However, I notice something different about his previous strength and black magic power.

The shadows around his body are dissipating. He sags and flinches as if only now he’s beginning to feel the pain form my inflicted wounds. It’s as if the black magic’s power is leaving his system. He stumbles, and he has to use a tree for balance to keep himself upright. I realize…. Now’s my chance.

I launch myself at him, the two of us tumbling and rolling down into a large ditch. The ground is slick and w*et, turning into mud that laces our clothes and faces. I pin him so I’m on top, and begin swinging punches at his face with one hand, whilst the other holds him down at the neck.

“This is for Tanya!” I slam my fist into his face with bountiful rage.

“This one is for father!” I retract my arm before knocking it into his face again, blood splatters frantically from his nose.

crack as pain ignites from my split knuckles. My fingers would heal, as

before I can retract, fur flashes across my face.

emerge from above the ditch. They hurry down and circle their fallen prince.

This is our

move to attack me, only remaining close to Eric’s position. While I grow

today. Eric finally rises, eyeing me in silence. I call out to him, bating him to fight me. But he doesn’t, Eric only looks into my eyes one final time before slipping away with his rogue accomplices, leaving me

reunite with my soldiers. Making an advance on the pack now is no use until I can be sure Dorian and Eric are still in the area. With the war at a temporary standstill, we hunker down outside the

surprised look when he heard the news about Cathy. And I am also immensely confused over his sudden unexplainable weakness. And my mind is wracked with infinite doubts as

Eric’s POV:

created by Marco to lure me away or distract me…

always true to his word. I hate to think it, or believe, but he’s a man of honour in every way shape or form. He does not play games, does not toy with his pray like me or Dorian.

only stirs more worry and confusion with me.

filled with suspicion, added with the fact I haven’t seen Dorian at all since the battle

notice a bright light flashing from inside a deserted cave on the edge of

slipping into the cave. Wax candles litter the flooring, and symbols are drawn on the floor in a dark red liquid that I hope isn’t blood. But my eyes finally land on something

same demonic symbols I have seen early. “Cathy!” I yell trying to wake her, I want to lift her

eyes are wide with fear. “No!” she stutters a great deal, and she looks weak and feeble. But she manages to say. “Eric please. Run! You need to

figure out how to free her from the magic boundary that binds her to the flooring. However, I notice Cathy’s eyes

the edges of my flesh. I grit my

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