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    “Miss Dunn, His Highness sent this with heartfelt intentions. You must ept it,” they dered in unison, leaving no room for refusal.


    Resigned, I epted all threevish dresses. Only then did the three servants depart, their missionplete.


    Lily’s gaze lingered on the opulent gowns, her thoughts visibly adrift.


    “Lily? Lily?” I called her name softly several times before she seemed to snap back to reality.


    “Makenna, these dresses are absolutely stunning. With your current status, now that you’re pregnant, the princes’ affections seem almost enviable,” Lily said, her voice tinged with admiration.


    I managed a bitter smile and replied earnestly, “Lily, you don’t understand. This isn’t something to be envied.” Lily’s eyes remained clouded with envy.


    Worried that Lily would be misled by the dazzling sight and make a terrible decision, I took her hand and carefully exined everything to her.


    “Lily, you must realize that being a sex ve means having no freedom, and pregnancy can endanger your life. The prince’s affection can sometimes be more of a curse than a blessing.”


    Lily pulled her hand away, her expression firm. “Makenna, don’t worry. I have no desire to be a sex ve. I just think these dresses are really beautiful.”


    Seeing her response, my anxiety grew.


    Was Lily seriously contemting bing a sex ve?


    “Lily…” I began, but she seemed weary of my attempts at persuasion. She picked up a basket of dirty clothes, saying, “Oh, Makenna, I still haveundry to do. I haven’t finished today’s chores yet,” and walked away without looking back.


    Makenna’s POV:


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    The past few days had slipped away like water through my fingers, and before I knew it, the evening of the grand banquet had arrived.


    This was the first time I would be the center of attention at such an event. My heart raced with every beat, and the closer the moment came, the more anxious I felt.


    Early in the morning, the royal styling team arrived as promised. They meticulously prepared me, transforming my appearance with their expert touch.


    Out of the three dresses, I chose the one yton had gifted me. It was a deep blue gown, adorned with intricate silver patterns that mirrored the brilliance of the night sky, blending mystery and nobility.


    When I slipped into it and looked at my reflection, my heart raced even faster.


    I had never seen myself looking so beautiful before. yton seemed to have an uncanny understanding of what I would appreciate.


    I found myself eagerly anticipating yton’s reaction upon seeing me in this gown.


    As night fell, I entered the grand hall of the banquet.


    The space was resplendent, filled with the werewolf elite, all dressed to the nines, their sses clinking in celebration asughter and conversation filled the air.


    I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.


    Just as I was about to step forward, I felt a hand settle on my waist.


    Startled, I turned to find Dominic standing beside me.


    His gaze swept over me with a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes. “Why aren’t you wearing the dress I gave you?” he asked, his tone tinged with irritation.


    “I prefer this one,” I replied, attempting to free myself from his grasp. But Dominic’s hold tightened, refusing to let go.


    He then guided me into the heart of the banquet, drawing the attention of everyone present. All eyes were suddenly on us as if we were under a spotlight.


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