?Chapter 351:


    “Your Highness…”


    His words took me by surprise. The chaos in my heart stilled for a moment, his deration catching me off guard.


    “You are never alone,” he repeated, his eyes intense and full of emotion as they met mine. “I’ll be your family. I’ll be the one you can rely on.”


    His words were like a warm breeze over my frozen heart, melting away some of the cold. He was right. With him, I wasn’t entirely alone anymore.


    But the weight of my situation—the child growing inside me, and the uncertainty of its father—hung heavily over everything. I dropped my gaze, unable to meet yton’s eyes, the guilt churning in my stomach.


    yton seemed to read my thoughts, his fingers closing gently over mine. “Makenna, I don’t want you to keep this child.” His tone was gentle, but his words hit me like a thunderp.


    I stared at him, stunned, trying to make sense of what he had just said. Confusion swirled within me, drowning out the initial shock.


    “Why?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.


    yton’s expression grew more serious, his words cutting to the core. “Do you understand what happens to women who give birth to a Lycan’s child? Their fates are tragic, unless they are of the white wolf lineage.”


    A chill passed through me, colder than the night air. My body trembled as the gravity of his words sank in.


    “The Lycan genes are powerful, Makenna. So powerful that the child grows unnaturally fast, using the mother’s body as fuel.”


    And as the child grows stronger, the mother grows weaker, until there’s nothing left. Most die before they can even hold their baby.”


    At that moment, yton held me even tighter, as if the thought of losing me was more than he could bear.


    I could hear the frantic beat of his heart beneath my cheek, quick and uneven, betraying the calm he tried so hard to project.


    yton’s voice rose above my head the following moment. “Makenna, I care more about your safety than having a descendant.”


    yton’s words touched me so deeply that I could no longer hold back the tears, which began streaming down my face again with a life of their own, as if they had been waiting for this moment to escape.


    The warmth of his body surrounded me, and I buried my head deep into his chest, where I could feel his steady breath against my skin.


    How had I be so fortunate? What had I done to deserve yton’s devotion, a man so gentle and true?


    Under the moon’s soft gaze, we stood there, locked in each other’s arms. The world around us seemed to still, as if time itself had surrendered to this quiet moment, leaving nothing but the sound of our hearts pounding like war drums inside our chests.


    But then, all of a sudden, my stomach betrayed me, growling loudly and shattering the perfect silence. My face flushed instantly, embarrassment flooding through me.


    “I should have thought of that sooner.” yton chuckled softly, the sound like a quiet melody. With a warm smile, he gently ruffled my hair, his eyes brimming with affection. “Let’s get you something to eat. You must be starving.”


    I hesitated, my thoughts immediately drifting to Alice.


    She was still in the hospital, and the thought of not returning in time gnawed at me. If Leonardo discovered my absence, Alice could be in danger.


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