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.

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 chest, surveying me

“I was just leaving. Why

think? I’m here to pick

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

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 my skin with jealousy and judgment. But Marco is watching me, too; his gaze seems

you,” I whisper to him, wishing no one

just protocol. Marco is

me, head held high and proud as he walks arm in arm with me, that I don’t

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

heart-shaped cards. Even Pauline

It’s Valentine’s Day.

really celebrated it before, even when I was with Brandon. The whole holiday seems luxurious and foreign to me, so I

the girls in the shop. Each new arrival is accompanied by excited gasps and cheerful giggles. Their unabashed girly

Until the questions start.

I exist, and it doesn’t take long for them to notice my auspicious lack of gifts. Their attention turns

matters worse, several girls come up and show off their flowers or jewelry to me, wondering at the sort of gift Prince Marco got

husband, and Marco has already done so much for

the judgment I would face if I voiced those sentiments, so I do my best to change the subject. Whenever someone approaches

looks like I might just get away without any drama, but then Pauline walks over to the counter

me Marco forgot about his wife on Valentine’s Day.

face is the only answer she needs. Everyone stares at

is new, everything is exciting and great, but men lose interest the moment they put a ring

says to me. 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

hardly

to face whoever just spoke, and I flinch at the sight of Marco’s sister

says, her eyes

banquet coming up soon at the palace. I’m here to

though I’m taller than her. A frightened, childish part

brother manages to remember he has a wife at all, considering