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.

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

sheepishly. “I was

think? I’m here to pick up my wife from

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

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

you,” 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

head held high and proud as he walks arm in arm with me, that I don’t even notice the glaring look of

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

roses or heart-shaped cards. Even Pauline seems to be in a good mood. It takes me a few minutes to

It’s Valentine’s Day.

never really celebrated it before, even when I was with Brandon. The whole holiday seems luxurious and foreign to me, so I

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

Until the questions start.

girls 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

flowers or jewelry to me, wondering at the sort of gift Prince

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

the subject. Whenever someone approaches me to inquire about our plans for

looks like I might just get away without any drama, but then Pauline walks over to the counter where I’ve

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

stares

each other. When the relationship is new, everything is exciting and great, but

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.

hardly a

and I flinch at the

better things to do than throw gifts at a gold digger,” Cathy says, her eyes bearing into me

palace. I’m here to pick up the requested

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

remember he has a