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

was just leaving. Why are

think? I’m here to pick

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

the first time. Their eyes feel like

no one else could see or

we walk out of the building together, the crowd parting around us. I tell myself that this is just protocol. 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 to play to maintain

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,

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

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.

seems luxurious and foreign to me, so I stay out

delivering flowers 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 help but smile at how

Until the questions start.

start to remember that I exist, and it doesn’t take long for them to notice my auspicious lack of gifts. Their attention turns on me gradually, and I feel

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

of that. I’ve never received a gift on Valentine’s day. Honestly, I’m 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

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

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

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

stares at me, their expressions a

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 about

Marco is stuck with a wife he doesn’t care about. Their words claw at my

hardly

just spoke, and I flinch at

than throw gifts at a gold digger,” Cathy says, her eyes

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

to the back, rushing to get the perfumes 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

has a wife at all, considering she’s so