Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 96

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 96 Dorian Falls Into An Illusion

Marco’s POV:

‘Marco? Marco, are you there?’

I’m sitting with my war council when Eric’s voice suddenly infiltrates my mind. My brows wrinkle, and my forehead creases as I can’t decide how to respond.

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“I need time alone,” I say to my soldiers, and they all leave the tent we’ve been using to conduct tactics for the fight against the pack rogues. Eric is still calling out to me when I sit down.

‘You right. You were right. I should have listened.’

This doesn’t sound like Eric, not at all. We considered each other rivals since children, we never played together, never trained together. We chose to be as far away from each other as possible. I saw Eric as the son of the Queen who replaced my mother, and Eric saw me as the person who threatened his right to the throne. I don’t even remember the last time we’ve spoken over the mind link. Or, we might have never spoken over the mind link.

‘What’s happened Eric?’ despite how much his actions have angered me, how we’re in the S*hi*t because of him. Something is terribly wrong for Eric to be this desperate and contact me. I’d give him a chance and hear him out. ‘Dorian has taken Cathy, and he’s using sacrificial black magic on her!’ my breath hitches as I fathom what pain my sister must be in, and I have to forcibly grip the table to stop myself from breaking or throwing something.

‘Where is she?’

‘But there’s something you need to know first-’ ‘What could be more important than finding Cathy!’ ‘Listen to me! Dorian is Joseph’s son!’

‘Impossible…’

is our stepbrother. He’s angry that father left him and now he’s coming after all

wants the

Marco, Dorian wants to destroy the throne. He wants to k*il*l us

stronger. But the bottle has a flaw. The user will fall into a state of extreme weakness for 30 seconds after using

Tanya’s POV:

had surprisingly contacted him through the mind link asking for his help. Marco explains to me the defect of the perfume that Dorian has been using.

the last time, he was able to combat the effects. And I begin to wonder, it must be his

through it again. I go over the common ingredients that are relevant to the perfumes used to resist

ready for Marco for when he’d finally face Dorian, and I hurry to finish it. I add the necessary ingredients and stir the mixture so it combines fully, finally the smell wafts towards me, and I know it’s ready. The new hallucinogenic perfume can not only make the illusion become more realistic, but also has a

Marco’s POV:

and Cathy are imprisoned. And through the cover of night, my soldiers follow me through the misty forest. Nature too is on edge; Dorian’s curse is an abomination. And as I near the supposed cave, the plants surrounding the area have whittled down and died

midst of all this, I knew her wolf is capable of holding her own in a fight. Beside me, I hear her body mutating with ease, before a large dark and grey wolf stands beside

lover emits a dangerous growl at what we come across. Within the clearing, blocking the entrance of the cave stands a vast number of

your end, Marco?” says

my men instead. “We fight to k*il*l. But no one touches Dorian. Dorian

special,” says Dorian mockingly as he sprays himself with the special perfume that I am all too aware of. “Same goes for the Lycan. No one touches him. I’ve been looking forward to this battle

leave me five years ago, that Dorian tried to k*il*l her. But what my mate remembers the most was the spine-chilling image of Dorian’s wolf. And as he shifts, I can see why. His height nearly matches my own Lycan form. He’s lankier in stature, and his white fur gives him a ghostly appearance. Sinister grey eyes

So, I do.

that of my Lycan appearance. My claws glint beneath the moonlight as I below out a rageful roar, signalling the start of

themselves past me, and my eyes catch the silverish grey and midnight colours of my wife’s wolf as she bolts at the attackers. My gaze snaps back to Dorian. Bring it. Like a phantom,

had to do. I have to take my time, maintain my strength and wait out the thirty minutes. So, my moves are calculated, sharp but defensive. Tactics I had learned as a child. Defensive moves and counterattacks meant for a tougher opponent, giving them the false sense of security, before later

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