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

“I was just

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

used to those words and hearing him call me that makes rosy heat rise in my

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 to

him, wishing no one else

Marco is the second prince, and it’s his responsibility to play the part of the dutiful husband. It’s an act, a role he has

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

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

however, the atmosphere in the perfumery is decidedly different. Many 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 of

It’s Valentine’s Day.

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

and other gifts to the girls in the shop. Each new arrival is accompanied by excited gasps and cheerful giggles. Their unabashed girly joy is contagious, and I can’t

Until the questions start.

and it doesn’t take long for them to notice my auspicious lack of gifts. Their attention turns on me gradually, and I feel myself shrink further into myself with every

flowers or jewelry to me, wondering at the sort

to have a husband, and Marco has already

my best to change the subject. Whenever someone approaches me to inquire about our plans for Valentine’s Day, I stumble and mutter whatever I can think of, avoiding any clear

walks over to the counter

wife on Valentine’s Day. He didn’t even

my face is the only answer she needs. Everyone stares

exaggerated pout. “It’s such a pity that married couples get bored of each other. When the relationship is new, everything is exciting and great, but men lose interest the moment they put a ring on a woman’s finger. Don’t feel bad, Tanya. Guys forget

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

hardly a

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

digger,” Cathy says, her eyes bearing

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

ready. Cathy returns her 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 f*orc*e myself to hold

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