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    Feigningposure, I shrugged, a small smile ying on my lips.


    “Oh, I suppose you could. But somehow, I don’t think you will.”


    A mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he leaned forward. “Really? And why is that?”


    “Because if you wanted me dead,” I replied, meeting his gaze, “you wouldn’t have saved me before. And you certainly wouldn’t have riskeding back here just because you heard I was dying.”


    He stilled, his jaw tightening at my words. Finally, he let out a low, grudging chuckle. “You really are clever, aren’t you?”


    I shed a quick, knowing smile. “It would seem I’ve hit the mark.”


    Impatience flickered across his face, and he leaned back, folding his arms. “Enough with the games—get to the point. I don’t have all night.”


    I took a steadying breath, swallowing down the anxiety twisting in my gut, and met his gaze squarely.


    “Did you create a potion that can alter a werewolf’s sense? Something that would make him sense a child in a woman’s womb—even if the child isn’t his?”


    The questionnded like a stone between us. Silence flooded the room, thick and tense.


    My heart pounded, each beat loud in the stillness as I waited, hoping, dreading.


    Then, a mocking hum broke the silence. He tilted his head, his voice low and cold. “Yes,” he answered slowly. “Such a potion does exist.”


    My heart raced, leaping with a mix of fear and exhration.


    This was it. The proof I’d been searching for. If Molly had used this potion, then maybe—just maybe—yton wasn’t really the father of her child.


    I leaned forward, barely able to contain my anticipation. “Did Molly… did she get this potion from you?”


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    A wicked smile danced behind his eyes. “Now, why don’t you take a guess?”


    Makenna’s POV:


    The man’s gaze was like a match striking dry kindling, leaving me torn between anger and unease.


    “You!” I snapped, shooting him a withering re. “You’ve crossed a line! Do you realize that helping her with her twisted schemes has dragged me into danger more times than I care to count?”


    He paused, his expression shifting as he finally spoke, his tone cool and controlled. “It’s more than just that. Molly didn’t just take the potion from me to scramble the senses of a werewolf; she also took another one—this one could suppress fetal growth, making someone several months pregnant appear to be only a month along.”


    My heart dropped, my eyes widening in shock. “So, Molly had already been with someone else before moving to the pce?”


    I’d thought she was hopelessly in love with yton, never imagining she’d betrayed him long ago!


    “Perhaps,” he replied, almost dismissively, leaning back with his arms folded across his chest, looking as if all of this were just idle gossip that had nothing to do with him. Then he turned, fixing me with an inquisitive look. “Did you really go to all this trouble just to tell me that?”


    Of course not! There were far more pressing things I needed to know from him.


    I took a deep breath, doing my best topose myself. “No. That’s not the only reason.”


    My gaze narrowed as I studied him. “I’m also curious as to why you’d help Molly make the potion to harm me but then go to great lengths to save me.”


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