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.

at least get you a drink while you wait? Or

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

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

I wait

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. Maybe Marco got

maybe I’m just

if I could shield myself from 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 have dreamt of

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 arrangement. I hope for him to walk through

by, and one by one, the guests begin to leave. Waiters start clearing the tables as they wrap up for the night. I don’t even know what time it is. I can

walk

soon, miss,” the waiter says, his patience

just wait a little longer if

out so they can close up. Rain starts to pour as I’m f*orc*ed to leave

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

Marco’s POV:

and constant presence that in a short period of time, I became accustomed to having

that she does it because she wants to, not because she has to, makes it that more special. Ever since she became a part of my household, Tanya has left a single light on by the entrance of the townhouse. Every evening, she prepares dinner and waits for me, leaving that light on like a beacon

Home.

that way. No one told Tanya to do it; I certainly didn’t ask for it, but she does it anyway. When I give

tonight, there is no

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