?Chapter 367:


    I had heard whispers of this danger, but the way he said it now, with such intensity, confused me. If it turned out he was the child’s father, it should have been vital for his future, for his im to the throne. Why would he want me to reconsider?


    But there was no mistaking the sincerity in his expression.


    Bryan sighed quietly, his normally dominant expression exhibiting a trace of vulnerability. He replied in a quiet voice, “Makenna, I’m afraid you’ll die from physical weakness, just like my mother.”


    Bryan’s voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but each syble seemed to strike a chord in my heart, causing an uncontroble sadness.


    Bryan then began telling me a story about his history.


    Bryan’s POV:


    As I gazed at Makenna’s gentle, attractive face, a flood of mixed emotions surged through me. Her presence seemed to stir up the ghosts of my past, dragging old memories out from where they had been quietly lurking.


    Unintentionally, I began to unburden the deep-seated sorrow that had been festering inside me, sharing it with Makenna as if she were the only one who could bear this emotional weight.


    “My mother…” I began, my voice softer than a whisper. “She was once in the same plight as you… a sex ve. Fate smiled on her just enough for her to catch my father’s eye, and she became pregnant with me. But that stroke of luck didn’t bring her the joy one might hope for. After I was conceived, her health began to crumble like a house of cards. By the time I was born, she had depleted every ounce of her strength, and we could never bring her back to the vibrant person she once was.”


    My voice grew somber, as if my mother’s pale, worn face was emerging from the shadows of my memory.


    “My father had some genuine affection for her; he allowed her to keep me by her side and raise me. I was close to her, and those memories are as precious as gold to me. But as time wore on, her condition deteriorated. No matter how rare or costly the medicine was, nothing could halt her decline.” I paused, feeling my throat tighten with the weight of recalling those painful times.


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    “On my eighth birthday, she finally sumbed. I remember it vividly—a stormy night, the rain hammering down as if the heavens were weeping. Shey in bed, her breath a mere whisper, yet she held me close, her eyes brimming with a mix of regret and apology.”


    At this point, sadness engulfed me. When my mother passed away, it felt as if someone had torn a piece from my very soul. I lost the one person who meant everything to me.


    I slowly closed my eyes, drawing in a deep breath, trying to calm the tempest of emotions swirling within.


    “From that moment on, I came to understand a harsh truth. For a sex ve, pregnancy is nothing short of a death sentence. Unless you’re blessed with the extraordinary healing powers of a white wolf, there’s no escaping such a grim fate.”


    As I spoke, I couldn’t help but sp Makenna’s hand tightly, my voice trembling with earnest concern. “I really don’t want you to face this.”


    In that instant, the world seemed to contract around the pounding of my own heart, its rhythm quick and erratic. Makenna’s gaze was distant, her eyes zed in a daze, and for the first time, I detected a flicker of pity within them.


    My pulse raced uncontrobly, as this was the very first time I witnessed anything in her eyes other than disdain or irritation. This unexpected emotion threw me off bnce, my heartbeat escting with a tumultuous force.


    I could sense my special feelings toward Makenna. A curious notion began to unfurl in my mind: had I fallen in love with her? The thought struck me with surprising rity, and as it took root, I sensed a peculiar resonance from Makenna. It was almost tangible, like a whisper of life’s essence. Could it be… the vitality of our unborn child?


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