?Chapter 978:


    “If I must say, then all three princes could be considered my mates,” I replied with a heavy heart.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Maia stood frozen, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief, as if her mind refused to grasp the gravity of my words.


    Bitterness welled up inside me, but I forced a smile and asked, “Mrs. Pierce, do you remember those wanted posters stered all over Marehelm?”


    Her brows knitted together as she searched her memory. A few heartbeatster, realization dawned in her widening eyes.


    “Wait… are you the woman from the king’s wanted posters? Makenna Dunn?”


    She leaned in, studying my face with an intensity that made my skin prickle. Her gaze flickered over my features, scrutinizing every detail before she muttered, almost to herself, “But this does not make sense. You look nothing like the woman on the poster… and Edward does not resemble the man either.”


    I let out a quiet sigh, offering a resigned smile.


    “Edward used a potion to alter our appearances—just enough to keep the king’s men off our trail.”


    Maia gave a slow nod, but the confusion in her eyes did not fade entirely. She pressed on, her voiceced with curiosity,


    “But you are the princes’ mate. By all logic, the king should ept you. Why would he send soldiers after you?”


    I drew in a deep breath, preparing myself to relive the chaos that had unfolded in the pce. Steeling myself, I recounted the sinister plots woven by Antoni and Evelyn, the darkness that had tainted what should have been a grand banquet.


    Maia’s reaction was immediate. She shot up from her seat, her hands clenched into fists.


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    “Antoni and Evelyn are vile! Their cunning knows no bounds!” Her voice trembled with fury. “And that impostor king—he is nothing but a scoundrel!”


    I could only offer a wry smile, lowering my gaze in silence.


    Then, as if overtaken by urgency, Maia reached for my wrist, her grip tight.


    “Did you…e back to life at that banquet?”


    The memory sent a chill down my spine. I nodded, my fingers instinctively curling as the phantom pain of the de shed through my mind.


    “Yes,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “I felt my life slipping away, like my soul was being pulled into darkness. But then… something surged within me. A force—powerful, unexinable—wrapped around me and brought me back.”


    I hesitated before continuing, “It wasn’t the first time. A friend of mine was gravely injured once, on the brink of death. I had nearly lost all hope when… it happened again. That same power exploded from within me, healing her in an instant.”


    Maia’s excitement grew. She gripped my wrist tighter, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.


    “You are not just an ordinary white wolf, are you?” Her breath came faster. “What is your connection to the Saint? Only the Saint possesses such formidable abilities!”


    She fell silent for a moment, then suddenly gasped, her entire demeanor shifting as if a puzzle piece had just clicked into ce. “No wonder!” she eximed. “From the moment we met, I felt something—an inexplicable familiarity. And now it all makes sense!”


    My voice faltered, uncertainty creeping in, but Maia’s eyes widened again, her thoughts racing faster than her words. “Before I came to Marehelm, the Saint was pregnant. If I am right about the timing… that child would be about your age now.”


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