?Chapter 509:


    A slow, enigmatic smile yed at the edges of his lips. “Why don’t you try guessing?”


    I couldn’t help but smile back, a realization dawning on me. “Do you know me? Or perhaps someone close to me? Is that why you chose to save me?”


    At my words, I noticed a slight stiffening in his posture, a hint of something resembling panic flickering briefly in his eyes.


    “First, I ruled out my father,” I continued, watching him closely. “We haven’t been on good terms in years, so I doubt you’d have saved me for him. And as for my friends, that’s even less likely. If you did this for the sake of one of them, you wouldn’t have needed to be so sneaky; you could have just told me openly. So…”


    I paused, the answer bing clearer with every word.


    “Do you know my mother? Did you save me because of her?”


    The room fell into a tense, stifling silence as he stared at me, not saying a word.


    The oppressive weight of that silence bore down on me, and my heart thudded, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation building in my chest as I waited for him to answer.


    “Who are you, really? And who was my mother? Why did youter ally with Molly, knowing she was out to harm me?”


    My relentless questioning finally drew a response from him. His voice was quiet, steady.


    “I was once your mother’s closest friend. I never allied with Molly to harm you,” he said, his wordsced with sorrow that ran deep, his voice rasping under the strain of unspoken regret.


    His gaze lingered on me, and in that moment, I saw a sh of anguish in his eyes, a grief buried beneathyers of control, stirring up my own nerves.


    “I had no idea, at first, that Molly’s target was you. It wasn’t until I dreamt of your mother asking me to protect you that I understood Molly’s enemy was you.” His voice held a note of remorse, as he continued, “So I risked everything to escape from Molly’s home, sneaking into the pce just to save you.”


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    I felt the sincerity in his words, and my emotions became a tangled web of gratitude, disbelief, and curiosity. After a moment, I took a step closer, my voice softening as I asked, “Can you tell me about my mother?”


    He hesitated, lowering his gaze. “I can’t.”


    “Why not?” I asked, the question rising before I could stop it. What secret about my mother was I being kept from?


    “Because you’re carrying a Lycan child,” he answered, his tone turning grave. “There are things I can’t reveal to you now. The only thing you need to know is to be on guard against the Lycans, especially their royal family. Leonardo and his sons are not the allies you might think they are.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    I waspletely stunned, swept up by a tidal wave of sheer panic.


    Why would he say such things? Was there ayer of truth hidden from me? Or was he trying to pull the wool over my eyes?


    Questions spiraled through my mind, blending with memories of my encounters with the three Lycan princes. It seemed impossible to take this mysterious man’s words at face value.


    Though I was forced into the pce at first, I’de to realize that, despite their ws, none of the princes had ever harmed me. On the contrary, they’d even taken pains to keep my identity as a white wolf under wraps. And yton… he’d quietlye to my aid more times than I could count since I’d arrived.


    “Who exactly are you?” I demanded, my breath hitching. “Why are you telling me this?”


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