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.

I at least get you a drink while you

Marco didn’t specify what time he would be arriving tonight, but I’ll wait for him as long as it takes. A 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

no sign of Marco. I tell myself he’s a royal, so it’s only natural that he’s busy. After all, I

wait

to the dark and lonely corners of my mind. After yet another hour passes, I begin to doubt myself. Maybe I’m at the

I’m just not

the thought. My gaze subconsciously falls onto the elegant golden ring on my finger. The round diamond sparkles in the candlelight, making me think of the glint in Marco’s eyes. I never would

my life, he changed everything. He gave me hope, and now I can’t seem to stifle it. I hope to make him happy, even if it’s just for a while. I hope to make him proud and ease his troubles, even if it’s just an

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

could walk in

miss,” the waiter says, his patience

little

are gathering outside the Dumonet by the time the restaurant manager comes 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 hurries

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

Marco’s POV:

know at what point I got used to having Tanya around. She’s such a quiet and constant presence that in a short period of time, I became accustomed to

does it because she wants to, not because she has to, makes it that more special. Ever since she became a part of my

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does it anyway. When I give an order,

tonight, there is

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