Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Chapter 31

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 31 I Will Choose You

Tanya’s POV:

I can’t bring myself to watch anymore.

Each second I spend by the window feels like a shard of glass is constantly digging into my heart.

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I can’t bear it anymore.

The moment Lily’s silhouette intersected with Marco’s I turn my head away in pain. I don’t have the courage to continue watching. How can I stand there watching my dearly beloved husband kiss another woman? I can’t. I hastily turn away from Lily’s office and run back the way I came. The pain in my heart is almost unbearable. I’ve never felt this much pain in my entire life, and it feels like I am breaking apart with each step I take.

The tears that pool in my face make my vision blurry as I run back to my office. I clasp my mouth tightly with my hands as I try to fight back the tears. Although I don’t want to believe it, it doesn’t change what happened.

Lily and Marco kissed.

I am struggling not to cry but it is becoming increasingly difficult. I quickly scoop my bag from the table and dash out of the office. I do not want to draw attention to myself on the road so I try to compose myself as I walk on the streets.

The only question on my mind is WHY? Why will Marco do this? Has he not been very nice to me lately?

Why did he hug me by the pond if has no iota of affection for me? Why did he celebrate his birthday with me when he never celebrated it before?

I am just beginning to think that Marco is developing feelings for me, but that turns out to be just my imagination.

Maybe I am too eager to believe that he loves me and misjudge his actions. Maybe he only wants to use me to make Lily angry and jealous. Or maybe he only cares about the baby growing inside of me and that is why he’s being nice to me.

Whatever the reason is, thinking about it only makes me feel sadder. I can no longer hold back the feeling of sadness that swirls in my raging heart and I just want to let it out.

Sadness overwhelms me and I collapse to the sign on the road. I shrink to a ball and begin to cry my out.

A few minutes later of crying my heart out, I suddenly feel someone pointing a clean, new handkerchief with a beautiful embroidery towards me. I look up and I’m absolutely surprised that Prince Eric is the one offering me a handkerchief.

I wonder what Prince Eric is doing in this area. Did he come to visit Lily? Or he is just taking a walk in the neighborhood?

“Take this,” he says in a gentle tone, completely different from his brother.

My heart sinks deeper when the thought of Marco crosses my mind and more tears spill from my eyes. I collect the handkerchief from Prince Eric, bowing my slightly to say thank you. The handkerchief is

soft, clean, and clearly expensive.

Prince Eric just stands there, looking princely and charming in his dark suit and dark sunglasses. He looks every bit like a gentleman and patiently waits for me to finish cleaning my face with his handkerchief before he asks for it back.

“Why are you crying?” Prince Eric asks.

“I…I…” I stutter.

I don’t know what to say. Although I am hurt and sad, I don’t want to say anything that might hurt Marco’s image.

“I…this…” I keep stuttering.

“Just a bit of mild unpleasantness with Lily,” I reply and f*orc*e a smile. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s not a big deal, yet you are crying your heart out over here?” Prince Eric asks, chuckling in a cynical manner as though he sees right through my lies.

“It’s Lily and Marco, isn’t it?” he smiles softly. His knowing expression dares me to deny the truth.

How did he know that? I think to myself. His guess is so accurate that I can’t hide the shock from my face. “Don’t look so shocked,” Prince Eric says.

“It’s not difficult to guess what’s making you cry,” he continues.

“I also faced the same thing when I started dating Lily. She has such a deep connection with Marco that I could never understand. Lily and I are never able to form that kind of connection.” Prince Eric explains.

I am surprised by his words, but shocked with the way he says it. He tells me that his fiancée is deeply in love with his brother, and he has an amusing smile on his face. He isn’t sad or worried or scared. It’s as though he doesn’t love Lily or he doesn’t care about her at all. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I wonder why he’s dating her in the first place if he doesn’t love her. Just like his father, Eric does not seem to care about love, only power.

“You don’t seem sad that Lily and Marco are still seeing each other?” I ask, surprised that he doesn’t seem to care.

“Not really,” he chuckles. “I engaged Lily because I thought she is special, but recently, I realized I might have made a mistake.

He takes off his sunglasses and gazes at me intently with his brown eyes. He steps closer to me and whispers, “I think maybe you’re the special one.”

He then moves his face closer to mine and I subconsciously jerk back.

“See you later, Tanya,” Prince Eric grins and walks away. I do not understand what he means by his words, but what I do understand is that I cannot come in the way of Lily and Marco’s fated love. Even Prince Eric seems to have given up. It’s time for me to face the truth. There’s no way Marco can love me, since he’s already in love with Lily. The sooner I realize that, the better.

“You inspired me to pick out the perfect gift for my husband,” I say to the Moon Mage behind the veil. “He really loved it. Thank you very much.”

“I could only inspire you because you’re very smart and thoughtful.”

I smile at the compliment. After such a sad day, that I’ve had, I can really use a compliment or two.

“Thank you for always listening to me,” I continue. “No matter how heavy my heart is or trivial my words are, you always listen. Thank you very much.”

“Really, dear. I should be the one saying thank you for allowing me to peek into that beautiful mind of yours. It is always rare to see such kind-hearted and innocent persons like you. I wish to talk to you more and more,” the Moon Mage replies, making me smile shyly.

Talking to the Moon Goddess Mage always makes me feel better. I’ve had a pretty sad day, but, after a few minutes of talking to her, I feel happy already. She always seems to understand me, and she always seems to know what to say.

“Sometimes I even think if you were a boy, I would definitely fall in love with you,” I chuckle and joke with her. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

“You really wish that?” the Moon Mage asks and I can clearly detect excitement in her voice, which only makes me laugh harder.

“Yes.”

“If I were a boy, would you rather choose me or your husband?” the Moon Mage asks.

My first instinct is to say Marco. But the image of what happened earlier in Lily’s office flash through my mind. “You,” I reply to the Moon Mage, and she seems to go into another one of her trance.

I hear a thump and laughter behind the veil. I am used to it by now that it no longer bothers me. The Moon Mage, still in a trance, is mumbling under her breath. I do not hear her very clearly but I think she is saying something along the line of, “You’re jealous! But it’s useless for you to be angry. You are so cold and I am so cheerful, I am just more popular and likable than you, hahahaha!”

I no longer pay attention to her but mumble under my breath, “I don’t deserve Marco’s love. I should not be loved by him.”

“I have to go now,” I speak aloud for the Moon Mage to hear. “It’s night already.”

“Okay, my daughter. Be safe,” the Moon Mage replies and I walk out of the temple to go home.

Werewolves have excellent night vision, so I’m not surprised when most of the street lights are not working and nobody is saying anything about it. If I had my Wolf, I probably will not notice that the street lights are faulty. I try to navigate my way in the darkness but I hit my leg on a large stone and lose my balance. I stagger and try to regain my balance, but it’s too late. I know I am going to fall and I cannot do anything about it.

Just as I’m about to hit the ground, I feel a pair of strong hands catch me. I hastily look at who it is and find that it is no other person than…

“…Marco?” I whisper.