Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 10 He Is The Lycan Prince

Alina’s POV:

I am livid with anger when the guard finally comes to let us in after what seems like an eternity. I just cannot believe that he has totally ignored Brandon and me because of Tanya. My blood boils with so much anger that I am determined to make Tanya pay for the way she humiliates me. I am also angry at the guard and I barely pay attention when he hands me a device with which guests will bid with and explains to me how it works.

The device is small and can fit smugly in one’s palm. It has a red, glowing button on top of it that alerts the Auction Master as to the exact person that is bidding for a particular item.

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“…the button indicates you’re willing to pay five thousand dollars more to the bidding price,” the guard deftly explains but I wave him away.

“Let me carry that for you,” a very young girl dressed in a red gown approaches Brandon and me and collects my small purse. “And lead you to your seat.”

She leads us to an empty row and we sit directly behind Tanya. Even from the back, she still looks radiant and it only makes me hate her more. I am determined to humiliate her publicly before all these dignitaries but I don’t know how. I lean forward slightly to spy on her and I see that she holds the bidding device gingerly in her hand, and a devious plan suddenly forms in my mind.

I lean back in my seat, smiling, and wait for the right moment.

Tanya’s POV:

I am quite nervous as I perch on the chair, surrounded by important people. I have never been in the midst of very important people and I can’t help but feel inferior. The Auction Master’s voice breaks through the small talks that are scattered around the hall and everyone pays attention as the auction starts. I am amazed at the incredible items that are put on display and the ridiculous amount of money that people are bidding for. I never imagine anyone can be that rich to splash millions of dollars on some ancient painting.

I glance around the hall, hoping to see Marco. I am starting to get restless as my anxiety increases and I want him to be around me. I glance around but I can’t find him, instead, I see that Alina and Brandon are sitting directly behind me. On the other side of the aisle, the Princess and her friend are sitting side by side and gently conversing. I remember her threat and immediately make to avert my gaze but she has already seen me. Her eyes widen in surprise to see that I am in the auction. Almost immediately, she frowns at me with such anger that it sends a cold shiver down my spine. I am very certain that if we weren’t in the midst of an organized, important event, she would rush over to fulfill her threat.

man staring ardently at me. Even though I have caught him staring at me, he doesn’t look away. He gazes at me

will pick an interest in me. I glance towards his direction once again and see that he is still staring at me and I shift uncomfortably in my seat. I look around the hall once more and realize that Alina is right. This is a gathering for Alphas, Royalty and Nobles. It makes me curious about

my attention. “We have arrived at the Headliner of this auspicious event. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the Marie Gorriete. This is a pair of Earrings like no other. It is a family heirloom that

gasp at the huge amount of money that the pair of Earrings is going for. It is beautiful, no doubt, but I feel it is too expensive. Apparently, I am the only one who feels that way because

Auction Master yells, even he is flustered by the amount that the Earrings are going for. “Eighty million dollars going twice.” I turn to see who has made the bid and realize that it is the same man that was staring at me earlier. Suddenly,

five thousand dollars,” the Auction Master

of events. I turn back to see my stepsister with

announces. “This item is so special that the buyer will

is an understatement of how I truly feel, I am terrified. Where in the world will I get million dollars not to talk of eighty million dollars? Before I can truly grasp what is happening, two ushers have gently tugged at my hand and lead me to the podium. I am shaking with fear and I pray earnestly that the ground will open up and swallow me

Master that it is all a big misunderstanding; that I have no money. I try to talk but my mouth is dry and my tongue sticks to my throat. “She has no money,” Alina suddenly stands up and yells for

mumble as I try to

finger at me. “I saw her in the clothing store a few days ago and she was dressed in filthy rags. I wonder how she

she sneaked inside this place to seduce one

“I’m invited,” I murmur.

show us your invitation,” Alina yells again. “Show everyone here. Show us you’re not a w*ho*re.” “I’m not,” I reply. “I came

w*ho*re who slept with a stranger,

too stunned to talk or defend myself. The crowd is murmuring and mocking me and I feel as though I am the unluckiest person in the whole world. My feeble attempts to defend myself are unheard by the riveting

with my husband,” I can only mumble this again and

is he?” Alina laughs. “Where’s your so-called

powerful voice sweeps

a soft smile grows on my face. He walks through the aisle slowly and powerfully, with a folder in his hand. His every step screams confidence and

“It’s the Second Prince!”

“Marco is back.”