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.

blond locks and electric blue eyes make

was just

you think? I’m here to pick

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

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

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

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

me, head held high and proud as he walks arm in arm with me,

showed up at work that day, everyone at the Eau de Lune Parfumerie treats me

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

It’s Valentine’s Day.

with Brandon. The whole holiday seems luxurious and foreign to me, so I stay out of

by the building, 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 happy everyone

Until the questions start.

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

matters worse, several girls come up and show off their flowers or jewelry to

that. I’ve never received a gift on Valentine’s day. Honestly, I’m lucky to have a husband, and Marco has already done

to change the subject. Whenever someone approaches me to inquire about our plans for Valentine’s Day, I stumble and mutter whatever

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

tell me Marco forgot about his wife on Valentine’s Day. He didn’t even get

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

“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

anyone 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 my mind like nails on a chalkboard, and just when I think things can’t get

hardly a

just spoke, and I flinch at the sight of

has better things to do than throw gifts at a gold digger,” Cathy says, her eyes bearing into me disapprovingly. She strolls to one of the workers and hands them

palace. I’m here to pick

nose even though I’m taller than her. A frightened, childish part of me wants to hide behind the counter to escape her

has a wife at all,