Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 98 Sacrifice

Queen’s POV:

I’ve been confined and restricted to my quarters for over a month now. No one has come to see me, nor have I asked to be seen. I remain in solitude accepting my fate, so long as my children are able to survive, I care little for my own existence. My children will carry on my legacy, they will live on.

Despite my acceptance of it, this reality still haunts me. And I find myself turning to books as a method to overcome my sadness. At least Joseph allowed me that. He could have easily left me within four walls that are empty and barren. But he permitted my love for reading. I drown myself in the variety of genres I’ve collected over the years. Books about science, books on philosophy, bibliographies, and my favourite, fiction. But today is no day for reading, for as I sit beside my window, my hands are f*orc*ed to put down the pages in my hand. My room faces the main gate, and I watch the guards fluster and run about like madmen. Something is amiss.

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Even the guards stationed by my door appear distracted, they mutter words I can’t hear to one another in subtle discomfort and tension. What on earth has happened? I wonder. Just then, I recognize the voice of my most capable and faithful maid yelling at them.

“What are you doing here? You know the situation is serious! You’re needed at the front gates!” I can imagine their flustered faces, their armour clatters against itself as they rush off to wherever needed. I smile, knowing how intelligent Penelope is.

I shift off the windowsill, and lift the hem of my gown as I hurry towards the door. I hear shuffling from behind before the little carved window slot on the top end of the door clicks open. It’s so small, I can only see her bright hazel eyes peering back at me.

“Tell me what’s happening!” I hastily whisper, knowing there is little time for formalities.

Without misstep Penelope tells me how Eric has been defeated by Marco. And while immediately I fear the death of my son, she a*s*sures me that Eric is alive and has formed some form of alliance with Marco. I appear confused, until she elaborates.

“Dorian is Joseph’s son.”

not

isn’t… I’m sorry your

captured Cathy and used sacrificial black magic on her to attempt to destroy the royal

from crumbling to the floor is placing my hand through the little rectangular peep hole. My maid understands my pain and she clasps her

Tanya’s POV:

body lays waiting for us, no longer imprisoned and taken by a monster. But her soul… it sits in a realm I can’t see, slowly voyaging onwards. And if we are not

can’t imagine, nor want to imagine the guilt and torment he must be feeling. I can’t help the dark blob of anxiety that sits deep down within

myself comfortable enough to fall asleep. As my chest continues to rise and fall with great effort, like something heavy is pressed against my b*reas*t. But I try to focus, try to count, try to do anything to bore my mind and

heavy, only for them

as excessive sweat covers every inch of his

a terrible dream can be difficult. Yet I still brush his arm in slow soothing motions, trying to bring his mind back from whatever horrid place it may have been. I plant soft kisses against his

I just have a terrible feeling that something bad is going to happen,” he says,

fall asleep. I just

to go back to the cave where Cathy is trapped. I’m drawn to it in my dream. Over and over again, and it’s like I never reach it in time… I think we need to

we must go. We must trust your intuition, Marco.

another word the two of us get dressed and shift into our forms, galloping hastily through the woods as wolves, weaving between the trees and blending in with the dark forest as we move with purpose. Finally, we approach the cave, shifting back and hurrying through its gaping entrance that’s eerie and laced

his heart rocketing out his chest. I don’t think I’ve ever seen