Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 10
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 10 He Is The Lycan Prince
Alina’s POV:
I am livid with anger when the guard finallyes to let us in after what seems like an eternity. I just
cannot believe that he has totally ignored Brandon and me because of Tanya. My blood boils with so
much anger that I am determined to make Tanya pay for the way she humiliates me. I am also angry at
the guard and I barely pay attention when he hands me a device with which guests will bid with and
exins to me how it works.
The device is small and can fit smugly in one’s palm. It has a red, glowing button on top of it that alerts
the Auction Master as to the exact person that is bidding for a particr item.
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“…the button indicates you’re willing to pay five thousand dors more to the bidding price,” the guard
deftly exins but I wave him away.
“Let me carry that for you,” a very young girl dressed in a red gown approaches Brandon and me and
collects my small purse. “And lead you to your seat.”
She leads us to an empty row and we sit directly behind Tanya. Even from the back, she still looks
radiant and it only makes me hate her more. I am determined to humiliate her publicly before all these
dignitaries but I don’t know how. I lean forward slightly to spy on her and I see that she holds the
bidding device gingerly in her hand, and a devious n suddenly forms in my mind.
I lean back in my seat, smiling, and wait for the right moment.
Tanya’s POV:
I am quite nervous as I perch on the chair, surrounded by important people. I have never been in the
midst of very important people and I can’t help but feel inferior. The Auction Master’s voice breaks
through the small talks that are scattered around the hall and everyone pays attention as the auction
starts. I am amazed at the incredible items that are put on disy and the ridiculous amount of money
that people are bidding for. I never imagine anyone can be that rich to ssh millions of dors on
some ancient painting.
I nce around the hall, hoping to see Marco. I am starting to get restless as my anxiety increases and
I want him to be around me. I nce around but I can’t find him, instead, I see that Alina and Brandon
are sitting directly behind me. On the other side of the aisle, the Princess and her friend are sitting side
by side and gently conversing. I remember her threat and immediately make to avert my gaze but she
has already seen me. Her eyes widen in surprise to see that I am in the auction. Almost immediately,
she frowns at me with such anger that it sends a cold shiver down my spine. I am very certain that if we
weren’t in the midst of an organized, important event, she would rush over to fulfill her threat.
I look away from her and turn my face sideways where I see a young man staring ardently at me. Even
though I have caught him staring at me, he doesn’t look away. He gazes at me as though I am a
fascinating object that he is seeing for the first time.
I look away with embarra*s*sment. I feel weird that someone in this noble gathering will pick an interest
in me. I nce towards his direction once again and see that he is still staring at me and I shift
ufortably in my seat. I look around the hall once more and realize that Alina is right. This is a
gathering for Alphas, Royalty and Nobles. It makes me curious about the true ident*ity of Marco. I
wonder if he is an Alpha of a secret pack or if he is a nobleman.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Auction Master yells in a very excited voice that breaks through my
thought and gains my attention. “We have arrived at the Headliner of this auspicious event. Ladies and
Gentlemen, I present to you the Marie Gorriete. This is a pair of Earrings like no other. It is a family
heirloom that is made from the rarest of stones. The bidding starts at ten million dors.”
I gasp at the huge amount of money that the pair of Earrings is going for. It is beautiful, no doubt, but I
feel it is too expensive. Apparently, I am the only one who feels that way because the bidding war soon
begins and the price quickly rises to eighty million dors.
“Eighty million dors going once,” the Auction Master yells, even he is flustered by the amount that the
Earrings are going for. “Eighty million dors going twice.” I turn to see who has made the bid and
realize that it is the same man that was staring at me earlier. Suddenly, I feel someone bump into my
chair, making me press the red button on the bidding device.
“The youngdy bids Eighty Million and five thousand dors,” the Auction Master yells with incredible
gusto. “Going once, Going twice, and it’s a deal.”
I am dazed at the incredible switch of events. I turn back to see my stepsister with a smug smile on her
face and I realize she has intentionally pushed me.
“A round of apuse for the youngdy as we invite her to the podium,” the Auction Master
announces. “This item is so special that the buyer will pay for it immediately. Ushers, please lead her
here.”
Shocked is an understatement of how I truly feel, I am terrified. Where in the world will I get million
dors not to talk of eighty million dors? Before I can truly grasp what is happening, two ushers have
gently tugged at my hand and lead me to the podium. I am shaking with fear and I pray earnestly that
the ground will open up and swallow me to save me from embarra*s*sment and humiliation.
I try to exin to the Auction Master that it is all a big misunderstanding; that I have no money. I try to
talk but my mouth is dry and my tongue sticks to my throat. “She has no money,” Alina suddenly stands
up and yells for the whole audience to hear. “She’s a poor beggar.”
“I’m not,” I mumble as I try to defend myself.
“It is,” the princess also stands up and points a threatening finger at me. “I saw her in the clothing store
a few days ago and she was dressed in filthy rags. I wonder how she got an invitation.”
“She doesn’t have an invitation,” Alina smirks. “I’m sure she sneaked inside this ce to seduce one of
the dignitaries here.”
“I’m invited,” I murmur.
“Then show us your invitation,” Alina yells again. “Show everyone here. Show us you’re not a w*ho*re.”
“I’m not,” I reply. “I came here with my husband.”
“Husband?” Alinaughs. “You’re a cheap w*ho*re who slept with a stranger, now everyone here would
see you for who you truly are.”
I am too stunned to talk or defend myself. The crowd is murmuring and mocking me and I feel as
though I am the unluckiest person in the whole world. My feeble attempts to defend myself are unheard
by the riveting crowd.
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“I came here with my husband,” I can only mumble this again and again.
“And where is he?” Alinaughs. “Where’s your so-called husband?”
“He’s here. She’s brought by me,” a deep, powerful voice sweeps through the hall with such f*orc*e
that everyone immediately goes silent.
Marco’s voice gives me strength in a way that I cannot exin. Immediately I hear his voice, my racing
heart slowly calms down. Aforting peace settles upon my nervous mind and a soft smile grows on
my face. He walks through the aisle slowly and powerfully, with a folder in his hand. His every step
screams confidence and power. His short-cropped hair is a bit ruffled giving him a ruggedly handsome
look. The crowd suddenly goes wild as he approaches the podium.
“It’s the Second Prince!”
“Marco is back.”
“He is here.”
“The most powerful Lycan in the Kingdom.”
He has a cold smile on his face as he steps onto the podium and pulls my hands up, exposing my ring
for everyone to see.
“Her name is Tanya, and she is my wife,” Marco speaks in a cold voice that no one can dare argue
with. “And she’s here to buy back my mother’s Earrings.” “What?”
“Marco has a wife?”
“Who is she?”
“Is she rich or powerful?”
“She’s very beautiful though.”
Murmurs sweep through the crowd and I can barely believe what I am hearing. Marco is the Second
Prince? Marco is Royalty?
“Brother,” the princess suddenly yells. “Is this a joke?”
“No, Cathy,” Marco replies. “It’s not.”
Then it suddenly dawns on me. If Cathy is the princess and she calls Marco her brother, it means that
Marco is a prince of the kingdom. The realization hits me with such brutal f*orc*e that it knocks the wind
out of me. I stagger slightly and would fall if Marco hasn’t caught me. “Wee back, buddy,” the man
that stared at me earlier also says with a big smile, and I realize that he is Marco’s friend. He was just
bidding on Marco’s behalf for the Earrings.
“How is this possible?” I murmur. “Is this real?”
I just can’t bring myself to believe it. All my life, I am always unlucky, unloved, and unknown. I am just a
surrogate’s daughter of an Alpha of a small pack. Yet, I am married to the Second Prince, the most
powerful Lycan in the entire Kingdom. Does that mean my fate has changed? Does that mean I can be
truly loved and be truly happy? All these thoughts rush through my mind when a soft, sweet, feminine
voice sweeps through the hall and everyone turns their attention to the door. “You’re finally back.”