Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 14 Valentine’s Day

Tanya’s POV:

“Do you think he’s here to see Lily?” one of the workers asks.

“There’s no way. Prince Marco and Lily are a thing of the past. She’s engaged to Prince Eric.”

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Outside, Marco walks away towards the entrance of the building. He’s coming this way, my heart pounding harder and harder with every footstep.

“Even if Marco married some she-wolf, Lily was supposed to be his fated mate. Why else would he be here?”

The sound of heels clicking against the marble floor makes me want to disappear as the crowd moves away from the window and shifts towards the main entrance. Lily appears with Ayana close behind her.

“Do you think Marco’s new wife is here? I haven’t seen her,” another employee says.

They’ve seen me, they just haven’t realized who I am, but they will soon. There are too many people around, but the focus is evenly divided between Lily and Marco. The last thing I want is to draw attention to myself, and I dig my nails into my palm to stop my hands from shaking.

Maybe I can slip away unnoticed while everyone is distracted. I lower my head, letting my sleek black hair form a curtain over my face. Everyone is watching Marco

as he makes his way toward Lily, gasping at the scene about to unfold, but Lily only smiles presumptuously. Even she expects that he’s here for her. I take a few unsteady steps backward, hoping to sneak off without causing a fuss.

But then Marco walks right past Lily without so much as a glance in her direction, as if he hardly noticed her standing there. Lily barely flinches, but her lips press together tightly as her former lover ignores her existence. She is unaccustomed to being ignored, just as I am unaccustomed to being noticed.

Before I can register what’s going on, Marco appears in front of me, blocking off my quiet escape route.

“Where are you running off to?” he asks, his low voice making the question sound more like a demand.

“Nowhere, I… I was just…” I stammer as everyone’s eyes turn to me.

hands out of his pockets, taking off his sunglasses in a swift motion. Those messy blond locks and electric blue eyes make him look like a roguish prince charming, and he crosses his arms over his broad

sheepishly. “I was

to

and hearing him call me that makes rosy heat rise in my cheeks. The corner of his lip curls slightly at the

to see me for the first time. Their eyes feel like dozens of little needles, prickling my skin with jealousy and judgment. But Marco is watching me, too; his gaze seems to shield

whisper to him, wishing no one else could see or hear

in response, and we walk out of the building together, the crowd parting around us. I tell myself that this is just protocol. Marco is the second prince, and it’s his responsibility to play the

can’t push the butterflies in my stomach down completely. I’m so caught up with the feeling of him beside me, head held high and proud as he walks arm in arm with me, that I don’t even notice the

the Eau de Lune Parfumerie treats me differently. Some approach me with curiosity

eating chocolates and boasting roses or heart-shaped cards. Even Pauline seems to be in a good mood. It takes me a few minutes to understand the

It’s Valentine’s Day.

was with Brandon. The whole holiday seems luxurious and foreign to me, so I stay out of everyone’s way and

work unnoticed. As the hours pass, couriers keep stopping by the building, delivering flowers and other gifts to the girls in the shop. Each new arrival is accompanied by excited gasps and cheerful

Until the questions start.

long for them to notice my auspicious lack of gifts. Their attention turns on me gradually, and I feel myself shrink further into myself

come up and show off their flowers or jewelry to me,

of that. I’ve never received a gift on Valentine’s day. Honestly, I’m lucky to have a husband, and Marco has already done so much for me. How could I possibly ask for anything more? I don’t

I would face if I voiced those sentiments, so I do my best to change the subject. Whenever someone approaches me to inquire about our plans for Valentine’s Day, I

over to the counter where I’ve been

his wife on Valentine’s Day.

needs. Everyone stares

great, but men lose interest the moment they

shame it is that Marco is stuck with a wife he doesn’t care about. Their words claw at my mind like nails on a chalkboard, and just when

it’s hardly a

I flinch at the sight of

better things to do than throw gifts at a gold digger,” Cathy says, her eyes bearing into me

palace. I’m here to pick up the

the perfumes ready. Cathy returns her attention to me, glaring down at me over her nose even though I’m taller than her. A

a wife at all, considering she’s so unworthy