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.

messy blond locks and electric blue eyes make him look like a roguish prince charming, and he crosses his

“I was

to pick

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

seem 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 me

him, wishing no one else could

I tell myself that this is just protocol. Marco is the

beside me, head held high and proud

at work that day, everyone at the Eau de Lune Parfumerie treats me differently.

employees are 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 cause

It’s Valentine’s Day.

The whole holiday seems luxurious and foreign

keep stopping by the building, delivering flowers and other gifts to the girls in the shop. Each new

Until the questions start.

exist, and it doesn’t take long for them to notice

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

and Marco has already done so much for me. How could I possibly ask for anything more? I

I can 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,

walks over to the counter where

wife on Valentine’s Day. He didn’t even get you anything,

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

everything is exciting and great, but men lose interest the moment they

that Marco is stuck with a wife he doesn’t care

hardly

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

than throw gifts at a gold digger,” Cathy says, her eyes bearing into me disapprovingly. She strolls to one of the workers and hands them

coming up soon at the palace. I’m here

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 f*orc*e myself to hold my

remember he has a wife at all, considering she’s so