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    Once she was gone, Bryan turned back to me. He gently pressed a hand against my shoulder, guiding me to sit on the bed. He settled down beside me, his deep eyes fixed on mine.


    “Why didn’t you tell me about any of this? What if something had happened to you?” His voice softened, almost as if he were questioning himself more than me.


    I dropped my gaze, my fingers nervously twisting together in myp. What could I say? In truth, I had never felt like our rtionship was strong enough for me to lean on him. It wasn’t that simple.


    My silence only made the atmosphere heavier, and I could sense the hurt in his eyes, the storm brewing just beneath the surface. He was close to losing his temper, but then his gaze flickered down to my stomach, and the anger vanished in an instant. He took a deep breath, clearly struggling to keep his emotions in check.


    “How are you feeling?”


    The question made my heart soften, and I looked up at him. “I’m much better, thank you.”


    Bryan nodded, but a tense, awkward silence followed. His eyes grew distant, as if he were wrestling with something deep inside. Finally, he broke the silence.


    “I… I spoke with the doctor. Your body has grown weaker because of the pregnancy. For your health, I’ve decided… we need to terminate the pregnancy.”


    “No! I want to keep this child!” The words shot out of my mouth before I could stop them.


    Bryan looked at me, confusion shadowing his face. “Makenna, you need to understand—this child could put your life in danger.”


    I raised an eyebrow, doubt creeping in. Was he truly more concerned for me than for the child’s role in his destiny? To Bryan, this wasn’t just any baby—it was his bloodline, his future. This child was crucial to securing his session to the throne. Shouldn’t he be the one fighting for it?


    A wild thought tugged at the back of my mind. My voice came out small, almost disbelieving. “Your Highness… are you willing to give up the throne just for my health?”


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    His face tightened, and silence settled between us. A silence so heavy it felt as if time itself had stopped. When he finally spoke, his voice carried a weight I hadn’t expected.


    “I’ve asked myself that question over and over. If ascending to the throne means losing you… what kind of man would I be?”


    He met my gaze with sincere, almost pleading eyes. His words left me speechless. I blinked, searching his face for any cracks, but his expression remained raw and unguarded.


    “I’m grateful you’re carrying my child,” he continued, calmer now. “It means you won’t be caught in the vicious game for the crown.”


    His concern felt genuine. For the first time, I saw the battle waging behind his eyes—the guilt, the conflict.


    I rested a hand on my belly, emotions swirling inside me like a storm. This child wasn’t just his heir—it was ours. A fragile life, yet powerful all at once. Bryan’s first child.


    For a fleeting moment, I nearly confessed the truth—the secret that lingered at the tip of my tongue. That I might be a white wolf. But the words tangled inside me, and I swallowed them back.


    Shaking my head, I let my hand trace the curve of my growing belly and said, firmer this time, “I want to keep this child.”


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