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.

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

sorry,” I mumble sheepishly. “I was just leaving. Why are

think? I’m here to pick

those words and hearing him call me that makes rosy heat rise in my cheeks.

around us, whispers and shock ripple across the gathered crowd. My co-workers, who’ve barely noticed the arrival of the new employee, seem to see me for the first time. Their eyes feel like dozens of little needles, prickling

wishing no one else could see or

this is just protocol. Marco is the second prince, and it’s his responsibility to play

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,

showed up at work that day, everyone at the Eau de Lune Parfumerie treats me differently. Some approach me with curiosity and f*orc*ed politeness, while others glare with unabashed envy

and boasting roses or heart-shaped cards. Even

It’s Valentine’s Day.

with Brandon. The whole holiday seems luxurious and foreign to me, so I

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

Until the questions start.

many girls start to remember that I exist, and it doesn’t take long for them to notice my auspicious lack of gifts. Their attention turns on me

their flowers or jewelry to me, wondering at the sort of gift Prince Marco got for his new

have a husband, and Marco has already done so much for me. How could I possibly ask for anything more? I don’t need a fancy

only imagine the judgment 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 stumble and mutter

walks over to the counter where I’ve been working, and she looms

his wife on Valentine’s Day. He didn’t even get you anything, did he?”

is the only answer she needs. Everyone stares at me,

other. When the relationship is new, everything is exciting and great, but men lose

doomed state of my relationship and whines about what a 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 I think things

it’s hardly a

face whoever just spoke, and I flinch at the sight of

Cathy says, her eyes bearing into me disapprovingly. She

the palace. I’m

attention to me, glaring down at me over her nose even though I’m taller than her. A frightened, childish part of me wants to hide behind

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