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 hands out of his pockets, taking off his sunglasses in a swift motion. Those messy blond locks and electric blue eyes make him

sheepishly. “I was just leaving. Why

think? I’m here to pick up

still not used to those words and hearing him call me that makes rosy heat rise in my cheeks. The corner of his lip curls slightly at the sight of my blushing as if

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;

I whisper to him, wishing no one else could see or hear

around us. I tell myself that this is just protocol. Marco is the second prince, and it’s his responsibility to play

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 glaring look of resentment

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

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

It’s Valentine’s Day.

with Brandon. The whole holiday seems luxurious and

other gifts to the girls in the shop. Each new arrival is accompanied by excited gasps

Until the questions start.

to

off their flowers or jewelry to me, wondering at the

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

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 whatever I can think of, avoiding

I might just get away without any drama, but then Pauline walks over to the counter where I’ve been working, and she looms over me with

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

Everyone stares at me, their expressions a

that married couples get bored of each other. When the relationship is new, everything is exciting and great,

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

flinch at the sight of Marco’s sister

brother has better things to do than throw gifts at a gold digger,” Cathy says, her eyes

at the palace. I’m here to pick up

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

has a wife at all,