Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 22


    Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown


    Chapter 22 His Memories With Lily


    Tanya’s POV:


    I wish I could spend forever like this dancing with Marco. But all too soon, the song ends, and the


    crowd turns to the ballroom’s main door as the Lycan King and Queen arrive. Everyone except for the


    royal family bows at their arrival. My gown swirls around me as I curtsy alongside the others, but I catch


    a glimpse of the Queen. She stands tall beside her dignified husband, but I’m surprised to see her eyes


    fixed on Marco. Her gaze is so filled with hatred and envy that it sends a chill down my spine as the


    King motions for everyone to rise.


    He stands at the edge of the balcony, officially weing his guest to the pce to celebrate the


    Autumn Equinox. Then, he gives a short but eloquent speech about the changing of the seasons


    throughout the kingdom and the fall harvest.


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    Once the King is finished speaking, everyone disperses, and Marco is called by the Lycan King to have


    a talk. The ballroom feels far toorge and crowded without Marco by my side, so I quietly slip out one


    of the small corridors. The pce is enormous, each corridor grander and more ornate than thest,


    and I wander around and take in the sights. I don’t head in any particr direction, simply enjoying a bit


    of peace and quiet away from everyone in the main hall.


    I find a pleasant little window nook and sit by the edge, admiring the night sky outside through the ss


    panes.


    The curtains hanging by the window make the space feel cozy and intimate, and I think I’ll sit here for a


    while before exploring some more. However, my absentminded little tour of the pce is interrupted by


    the sound of voices approaching.


    “I cannot approve of your marriage to that girl,” the voice says.


    My heart races as I realize it’s the King talking. He and Marco walk casually down the corridor,


    oblivious of my presence on the little ledge behind the curtains.


    “She is a surrogate’s daughter with no legitimate bloodline. I had one of my men dig into her past, and


    not only is she an omega, she never manifested a wolf!” the King goes on.


    Marco’s answeringughter is hollow and sarcastic. “It’s a bitte for you to disapprove, seeing as I’m


    already married to Tanya. Besides, what exactly are you dissatisfied with? The fact that she’s an


    omega and an outcast? Or that she’s a surrogate’s child just like me? Because from where I’m


    standing, it seems to me like we’re a perfect match.”


    The King’s furious growl chills me to the bone.


    “Watch your mouth, boy! You know full well that you are not just a surrogate’s child. You are the son of


    my fated mate. Even if everyone thinks Eric must be the next Lycan King, you should know that the day


    your curse is cured, I will dere you as my heir. I will definitely find a cure for your curse, let that weak


    girl leave you in a hurry!”


    “You mean I’m the son of your rejected fated mate,” Marco spits back at his father. “My mother loved


    you. She may have only been the humble princess of a small kingdom, but she left everything behind


    to be with you.


    You took her innocence and had a child with her, but you refused to marry her.”


    The pain and rage in Marco’s voice make my heart ache, even as my mind reels with the information


    he’s revealed. Everyone believed Marco’s mother was just a random surrogate. The King must have


    kept the truth secret!


    “Even when her kingdom was destroyed, and her family was k*il*led, my mother stayed by your side,


    and you did nothing to help.”


    “I was just a prince at the time. I had to think of my own kingdom. Marrying an alpha’s noble daughter


    as my queen was the best way to protect Mador.”


    “You chose strength and power over the love of a fair and gentle woman who adored you. You dered


    that I was a mere surrogate’s son instead of admitting I was the illegitimate child of your fated mate


    because you valued your throne more than your family. My mother was beautiful, inside and out. She


    was loving and kind, and you let her die alone, thinking she didn’t deserve you when the truth is you’re


    the one who wasn’t worthy of her.”


    I have to raise my hands to my lips to stifle a shocked gasp. The two of them walk right past the


    window nook without noticing me, too caught up in their argument to realize I was there. Thest thing I


    hear as their footsteps fade is Marco’s voice, distant but determined. “You are my King and my father,


    but I am nothing like you. Even if I weren’t cursed and you gave me the throne, I would never be like


    you. I can get that ce by myself, and I will never sacrifice my wife.”


    “Tanya, there you are.”


    Lily’s voice startles me so much I nearly jump out of my skin. After Marco and the King left, I started to


    make my way back towards the ballroom.


    “Sorry, I was just exploring the pce. Is everything okay?” I ask, still shaken by everything I just


    heard.


    “Actually, that’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. This is your first time in the pce, right? I


    thought I’d give you a little tour,” she says with a sweet smile.


    “Thank you, that’s very kind. But I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.”


    “Not at all, I insist,” she says, taking my hand before I can protest. “Besides, I can show you Marco’s


    room here in the pce. Surely you must be curious about your husband’s old living quarters.”


    Now that she mentions it, I am curious to see the ce where Marco lived before he moved to the


    townhouse. But going there without him feels invasive.


    “Are you sure it’s okay for us to go? I shouldn’t intrude,” I mumble.


    “Nonsense. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I wouldn’t have the key to his room if I wasn’t allowed to use it.”


    Lily leads me through the pce until we reach arge set of double doors. We pause at the entrance,


    and she presses a heavy iron key into my hand before nodding towards the door.


    “Go on, make yourself at home. I’m going to rejoin the party and attend to some guests, so feel free to


    have a look around. Take as much time as you want,” she says with an encouraging nod before


    walking away.


    Hesitantly, I slide the key into the lock and push open the heavy doors.


    The bedroom isrger than the entire apartment I used to live in, in my small town outside the capital.


    It’s not as cozy as the townhouse, with its elegant architecture and antique furniture, but it’s undeniably


    beautiful. I walk into the room, slowly taking in the sights. Next to the expensive-looking double bed,


    there’s a wooden nightstand with several picture frames. Each photo shows Lily and Marco together,


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    On the other side of the bed, there’s a matching nightstand with more pictures, and I realize there are


    two of everything. Two matching cups are on the table by the window and two sets of towels in the


    bathroom with Lily and Marco’s initials embroidered. Across the room, there’s a counter with a ceramic


    vase containing a bouquet of lilies that have since died and dried out, but between the crisp old petals,


    there’s a note from Marco addressed to Lily.


    I find a pink scarfzily tossed on the lounge chair that Lily must have left behind from herst visit and


    an earmarked fashion magazine on the counter. I can tell that this is a ce where she feltfortable


    and at home, and Marco clearly made the space for her. Lily’s presence is all over the room. I feel


    impossibly smallpared to this monument to their rtionship.


    The space is filled with memories they must have shared, evidence of years they spent together. The


    more I look around, the more apparent it bes that this room is a testament to Lily and Marco’s


    rtionship. There’s a smallyer of dust covering multiple surfaces as if no one- not even Marco- had


    dared to disturb the treasured memories that littered every corner of the room.


    I walk towards a grand piano on the other side of the


    room. On the music stand, there’s some unfinished sheet music and scribbled notes in Marco’s


    handwriting. At the top of the paper is the handwritten title Lily’s Luby in D Minor. He’dposed


    entire sonatas for her, and I didn’t even know he yed the piano.


    There is so much history here I could neverpete with. Every intimate detail of the room feels like a


    knife in my heart. The iron key Lily gave me is heavy in my hand. I feel like I could shrink into myself


    until I disappearedpletely, leaving no trace behind.


    I walk out of the room, gently closing the doors behind me as I’m crushed by the sensation of loss and


    defeat. I can’t go back to the ballroom and face the crowd of cold faces that would be waiting for me, so


    I head outside, desperate for fresh air and a change of scenery.


    But even as I walk away, my mind is filled with echoes of what I heard and shes of what I saw. The


    memory of that room ys over and over in my head, even when I close my eyes. I’m flooded with the


    image of the dead flowers, those lilies looking painfully beautiful even when dried out and forgotten. I


    can’t shake away the thought of Marco’s words on the tender little note;


    ‘For my fated love, Lily


    Forever yours, Marco.’


    She’s his fated mate, I’m not.