Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 15

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 15 He Doesn’t Come To The Restaurant

Tanya’s POV:

I can’t move fast enough as I race to get ready after work. Excitement courses through me, and I can’t wait to see Marco. The note said to meet him at the Dumonet, which is one of the fanciest restaurants in the capital. I stop by Marco’s townhouse and rummage through the new wardrobe. I’m still not used to having so many expensive clothes to choose from, and it takes me a few minutes to pick out an outfit I think my husband will like.

I chose a red a-line gown, the same shade as the bouquet he sent for me. It has drooping sleeves of scarlet chiffon, a delicately fitted waistline that swoops into flowing ruffles, and pleats that resemble petals. The red fabric contrasts my snow-white skin, and I tie my sleek black hair into a graceful half-updo, pinning one of the roses from the bouquet into my hair. I try not to think of Marco’s lips as I quickly apply a soft, rosy shade tint over my nervous smile. I can only hope to look as lovely as a flower for him.

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When I arrive at the beautiful restaurant, the waiter leads me to a candlelight table.

“Would you like to order, miss?” he asks.

I’m hit by the smell of sweet spices and freshly cooked delights, but I shake my head gently.

“Not yet, thank you. I’m waiting for someone.”

The waiter walks away, attending to the various guests in the restaurant. Most of them are couples, and I try not to stare at how they swoon and celebrate together. Soft music is playing in the background as lovers drink and dine all around me.

After an hour goes by, the waiter returns for the fourth time.

you a drink while

few of the other patrons notice that I’m still sitting alone. I lower my gaze to avoid their curious glances, ignoring their whispers. I fiddle with the napkin on

at the front door whenever someone walks through it, but there’s still no sign of Marco. I tell myself he’s a royal, so it’s only natural that he’s busy. After all, I wasn’t even expecting

wait some

in the same position for so long, and my thoughts start to wander to the dark and lonely corners of my mind. After yet another hour passes, I begin to doubt myself. Maybe I’m at the wrong restaurant. Maybe I misunderstood.

I’m just not worth

golden ring on my finger. The round diamond sparkles in the candlelight, making me think of

hope to make him happy, even if it’s just for a while. I hope

I don’t even know what time it is. I can feel the people in the restaurant staring at me with pity and embarra*s*sment. With every passing minute, I feel another crack in my heart, but I stay firmly planted in

could walk in

miss,” the waiter says, his

little longer

by to tell me they’re done operating for the day, and I need to get out so they can close up. Rain starts to pour as I’m f*orc*ed to leave the restaurant. Anyone left on the streets either pulls out an umbrella and

up on the sidewalk as the rain drenches me. I sit in the rain,

Marco’s POV:

presence that in a short period of time, I became accustomed to having her in my

wife to wait for me every night with a warm meal and a soft light. But somehow, the fact that she does it because she wants to, not because she has to, makes it that more special. Ever since

Home.

told Tanya to do it; I certainly didn’t ask for it, but she does it anyway. When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed, but Tanya does things simply because she

tonight, there is no

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