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 look like a roguish prince charming, and he crosses his arms over his broad chest,

“I was just leaving.

here to pick

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

me for the first time. Their eyes feel like dozens of little needles, prickling

wishing no one else could see or hear

this is just protocol. Marco is the second prince, and it’s his responsibility to

but I still can’t push the butterflies in my stomach 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

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

employees are eating chocolates and boasting roses or heart-shaped cards. Even Pauline seems

It’s Valentine’s Day.

seems luxurious and foreign to me, so I stay out of everyone’s

the shop. Each new arrival is accompanied by excited gasps

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 inquisitive

show off their flowers or jewelry

husband, and Marco has already done so much for me. How could

best to change the subject. Whenever someone approaches me to inquire about our plans for Valentine’s Day,

but then Pauline walks over to the counter

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

only answer she needs. Everyone stares at me, their expressions

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

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

hardly

to face whoever just spoke, and I flinch at

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

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

a wife at