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.

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

“I was just leaving. Why are

do you think? I’m here to pick up my wife from

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

see me for the first time.

to him, wishing no one else

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 part of the dutiful husband. It’s an act, a role

with the feeling of him beside me, head held high and proud as he walks arm in arm with me, that

Lune Parfumerie treats me differently. Some approach me with curiosity and f*orc*ed politeness, while

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

It’s Valentine’s Day.

Brandon. The whole holiday seems luxurious

delivering flowers and other gifts to the girls in the shop. Each

Until the questions start.

starts to wear off, 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

several girls come up and show off their flowers or jewelry to me, wondering at the

Valentine’s day. Honestly, I’m lucky to have a husband, and Marco has

the subject. Whenever

walks over to the counter where I’ve

don’t tell me Marco forgot about his wife on Valentine’s Day.

face is the only answer she needs. Everyone stares at me, their expressions a

a pity that married couples get bored of each other. When the relationship is new, everything is exciting and great, but men lose

Everyone else just muses over the 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 can’t

hardly

just spoke, and I flinch at the sight of Marco’s sister walking into the

at a gold digger,” Cathy says, her eyes bearing into me disapprovingly. She

at the palace.

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 the counter to escape her mocking, but I

amazing my brother manages to remember he has a wife