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    I snapped myself back to the present, feeling a bit disoriented. Bryan’s hand gently wrapped around mine, his fingers pressing against my cold skin. His eyes flickered with even more rm. “Why are your hands so cold? I’ll call the doctor—” He spun around, ready to leave in a hurry.


    His concern made something stir in my chest, warming the cold corners of my heart. I quickly grabbed his arm, stopping him.


    “No, Your Highness, I’m alright,” I managed to say with a smile, hoping to ease his anxiety.


    He turned back, still unconvinced. “Are you sure?”


    I nodded, eager to shift the focus. “What brings you here?” I asked, trying to sound more present.


    Bryan’s expression shifted slightly, his usually confident demeanor faltering. He seemed to struggle for words, like he was searching for the right way to exin his sudden appearance.


    I watched him closely, sensing something unusual about his behavior. “Is there something you need, Your Highness?” I asked, my curiosity piqued by his hesitance.


    Clearing his throat awkwardly, Bryan finally responded, his tone stiff, “One of my men stumbled upon some rare herbs in a remote area. They’re said to be especially good for… pregnant women. I thought you might find them useful, so I brought them for you.”


    The moment those words left his mouth, Alice let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused. She stepped back, her eyes twinkling as she gave me a wink. “Oh! I just remembered—I have something important to do. I’ll leave you two to it,” she said, disappearing before I could even protest.


    Left alone with Bryan, I followed him as he led me to his quarters.


    At the dining table, a servant carefully ced a steaming bowl of soup in front of me. The rich aroma filled the room, instantly awakening my appetite.


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    I dipped the spoon into the broth, tasting the warmth of the soup as it hit my tongue. It was more than delicious—it was soothing, almost like it was designed to calm both body and soul.


    “This is incredible,” I said, savoring another spoonful.


    Bryan’s lips twitched into a faint smile, an expression of pride crossing his face. “It should be. The soup’s infused with a rare, ancient herb. I went out of my way to get it for you.”


    I paused mid-spoonful, my surprise evident. “You did that for me? Really?”


    He seemed to catch himself toote, and his face shifted back to his usual serious expression. “Stop talking and eat while it’s hot. It’ll lose its vor if it cools down,” hemanded, his tone a bit too stern for the moment.


    His sudden shift in tone made me chuckle softly. I continued sipping the soup, letting myself savor this rare moment of peace.


    The warmth in the room grew palpable, with sunlight slipping through the curtains like a delicate veil, bathing everything in a soft, golden glow.


    But the tranquility shattered when Bryan spoke again, his voice cutting through the calm like a cold wind. “Makenna,” he began, his tone measured but heavy. “Do you really want to have this child?”


    His question hung in the air, leaving me momentarily stunned. “What are you saying?” I asked, my mind struggling to catch up. Bryan’s eyes held a seriousness that I hadn’t seen before, and after a pause, he spoke with quiet determination. “This child… its arrival is more curse than blessing. Carrying the child of a Lycan is dangerous, Makenna. It drains the mother, and pushes her to the edge. You might not survive it.”


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