Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 28 The Cake Is As Sweet As You

Tanya’s POV:

He’s here. Goddess saves me, Marco is here, and I don’t know what I’m going to do. There’s no way I have enough time to take down all the ribbons, balloons, and ornaments that I’ve used to decorate the interior of the townhouse.

There’s no time. The best I can hope to do is hide the birthday cake, so I pick up the tray where I’d set the cake and gift down and whirl around to try and stash it away. But it’s too late.

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I turn around and freeze at the sight of Marco hovering in the doorway. He stands there staring at me, his face unreadable as his eyes scan the gathered crowd. nobody dares cheer or yell ‘surprise!’ Everyone just stands there in deathly silence, and I wish I could disappear. I’m so ashamed I could crumple into the ground.

Marco takes a step towards me. Then another. Each step echoes in the quiet hall and feels like a blow to my heart until he’s standing right in front of me. I stare at the floor, feeling like an utter fool. He doesn’t say anything for a while, so I finally f*orc*e myself to tear my eyes away from the ground and slowly lift my gaze to look at him. His face is cold and unfeeling, and I have no idea what he’s thinking.

I flinch as he moves slowly, but he simply lowers his attention to the tray in my hands and blows out the little candle I’d lit on the center of the cake. I hold my breath in nervous anticipation as he raises a hand and slides a finger across the frosting before raising it to his lips.

His brows arch almost imperceptibly as he sucks the buttercream off his finger. “It’s sweet.” He’s so calm- so unexpectedly calm.

“Marco,” I say finally, unable to bear the silence any longer. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I didn’t know your birthday fell on the same day as your mother’s….”

Before I can finish the sentence, he nimbly dips his finger into the frosting again. Only this time, instead of licking it off, he taps his finger on my face, leaving a smudge of chocolate on the tip of my nose. It’s the most child-like thing I’ve ever seen him do, and for a moment, I swear I see the corner of his lip curl ever so slightly in a hint of a smile.

perplexed, blinking up at him. No one else says anything as he lowers his gaze once again to the

packaging for a moment before looking back at me

this supposed to be for

snap me out of my daze, and I hurriedly set the tray down before turning back to face him. I try to reach for the little box to take it back, intending to hide it or dispose of it, but he swiftly moves it away, raising it up to eye

birthday gift. Were you planning

Is he… teasing me?

uncharacteristic trace of playfulness. “It’s a special potion like the extraordinary perfumes.

was set up. I didn’t know why no one celebrated his birthday. If I’d

suddenly remembering we aren’t alone in the townhouse dining hall. “You’ve never celebrated your birthday before. Why does it this year? What

“But I’m afraid it’s time for everyone to leave. Tanya and I

who is more surprised, Cathy

celebrate alone with

point, he dr*a*p*es his arm over my shoulders, pulling me in close. I feel like I’m in some kind of strange, wonderful dream. All I wanted was to make him happy. Is it possible that I succeeded

guests. “I appreciate the gesture. But you should all go home now. I would like

Lily’s POV:

the palace, I’m still fuming internally with jealousy. Ayana must have been really desperate to set up Tanya

Even on the anniversary of his mother’s death, he’d stood by Tanya’s side and protected her from all of our judgment and potential humiliation. Seeing him wrap his arm around her

from my relationship with Marco, but nothing prepared me for the way he’s moved on. I left him. I’m the one in control, the one with the power. He should be heartbroken and lovesick with longing for

face, and I make sure to maintain my composure. “My brother and his new wife certainly seem to be getting along

don’t answer, schooling my expression in

quite good,” Eric goes on, seemingly oblivious to the raging storm brewing within me. “I wonder if you miss it. Tell me, Lily, do you regret walking away from a life of love with