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…’

with a witch, Dorian is our stepbrother. He’s

wants

destroy the

will fall into

Tanya’s POV:

me everything that’s happened, including how Eric had surprisingly contacted him through the mind link asking for his help. Marco explains to me the defect of the perfume

be improved, since when I used it on Dorian the last time, he was able to combat the effects.

of Margret’s notebook and begin reading through it again. I go over the common ingredients that are relevant to the perfumes used to resist black magic. I also try to recall Dorian’s type, in which

the mixture so it combines fully, finally the smell wafts towards me, and I know it’s ready. The

Marco’s POV:

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 from the foul

she insisted that I wouldn’t be alone in pursuing Dorian. And whilst I didn’t want my wife in the midst of all this, I knew her wolf is capable of holding her own in a fight. Beside me, I hear her body

we approach the cave, my lover emits a dangerous growl at what we come across. Within the clearing, blocking the entrance of the cave stands a vast number of rogues. Dorian steps out from the crowd and the

Marco?” says Dorian

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

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

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

So, I do.

body reshapes its molecular structure to that of my Lycan appearance. My claws glint beneath the moonlight as I below out a rageful roar, signalling the start

my wife’s wolf as she bolts at the attackers. My gaze snaps back to Dorian. Bring it. Like a phantom,

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 increasing their frustration as I continue to avoid their advances. ‘Dance boy! Dance!

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