?Chapter 548:


    I pounded against yton’s chest, screaming. But they wouldn’t let me leave. They wouldn’t let me see my child. They surrounded me, trying tofort me, but their words felt cruel. How could they so quickly dere my child dead and refuse to let me see him?


    A doctor entered the ward carrying a syringe. I felt the sharp sting of a needle piercing my arm. My body instantly went limp, and consciousness slipped away. They had sedated me.


    In the haze of unconsciousness, I dreamed I heard my baby crying. The sound was so vivid, so close, as if he were right beside me. I chased the sound, desperate to find him, but he was nowhere in sight.


    I ran through endless darkness in a panic. “Where are you?” I screamed in agony. The only response was the frightened cries of my child, growing fainter with every second.


    A searing pain tore through my heart at the thought of never reaching him. I called out for him again and again, but his cries faded with each call.


    “My baby…”


    I woke up with tears streaming down my cheeks. It was dark.


    “How are you feeling now, Makenna?” Alice’s concerned voice came from beside me.


    I shook my head, too exhausted and heartbroken to speak. Tears welled up, blurring my vision.


    Evie stood by my bed as well. “I know you’re sad right now, but the most important thing is for you to take care of yourself and—”


    “Enough, Evie,” I interrupted weakly. “I want to be alone. Can you both leave?”


    They hesitated, but at my insistence, they eventually left. The door closed softly behind them.


    I stared nkly at the ceiling as tears streamed down my face. How could my child be dead? I had heard his cries just before I lost consciousness. The thought tore at me, the pain unbearable.


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    I didn’t know how long I cried. Time lost all meaning. My pillow was soaked through with tears, and my eyes were painfully swollen.


    Suddenly, the door to my ward opened, and Leonardo walked in with a somber expression.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Iy motionless on the bed, staring at the ceiling as tears streamed down my face when Leonardo arrived.


    “How are you feeling now?” he asked.


    Ignoring my silence andck of courtesy, he looked down at me and said, “The child is dead. I won’t me you for the sake of the princes. However, you must try to cheer yourself up.”


    I remained silent, not uttering a word. Leonardo frowned at myck of response.


    He continued, “The child’s death was a massive blow to the entire Lycan royal family. I am going to ask you some questions to get to the bottom of this and uncover the truth.”


    I let out a bitterugh. “Do you intend to have me punished for the death of the child, Your Majesty?”


    His face darkened in anger. “How dare you speak to me in such a manner, Makenna?” he demanded.


    My anger threatened to consume me, and I retorted, “I am just a tool for childbirth to you, aren’t I?”


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