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

I mumble sheepishly. “I was just leaving. Why are

to pick up my

makes rosy heat rise in my cheeks. The corner of his lip curls slightly at the sight of my blushing as if he finds my modesty

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;

to him, wishing no one else could see or

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

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 even notice the glaring look of resentment that crept onto

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

eating chocolates and boasting roses or heart-shaped cards. Even Pauline seems to be in a good

It’s Valentine’s Day.

Brandon. The whole holiday seems luxurious

couriers keep stopping 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

Until the questions start.

day’s novelty starts to wear off, many girls start to remember that I exist, and it doesn’t take long for them to

jewelry to me, wondering at

Marco has already done so much for me. How could I possibly ask for anything

to change the subject. Whenever someone approaches

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

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

needs. Everyone stares at me, their expressions a

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

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

it’s hardly a

just spoke, and I flinch at the sight of

a gold digger,” Cathy says, her eyes bearing into me disapprovingly. She strolls

palace. I’m here to pick up the requested

me, glaring down at me over her nose even though I’m taller than her. A frightened, childish part of me wants to

remember he has a wife at all, considering she’s so unworthy of