Chapter 248
Chapter 248:
His casual demeanor made me curious, and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Your Highness, don’t you feel any regret that Kristina, who was supposed to be the future Lycan queen, has ended up like this?”
Clayton raised an eyebrow. “Regretful?”
I nodded, pressing on despite my reservations. “From what I understand, Kristina grew up in the palace with you all. You were practically childhood friends. Yet, you seem so indifferent to her downfall.”
I couldn’t help but wonder why—when Kristina was arrested, none of the princes stepped forward to help.
Had they really felt nothing for her all this time?
Clayton didn’t respond right away. His gaze grew thoughtful, almost distant. The silence stretched, and I began to regret my question. It wasn’t my place to pry into such personal matters, especially given my status. But it made me feel more confident and insolent because Clayton had always treated me with kindness and gentleness.
I quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Your Highness. I shouldn’t have been so intrusive.”
But Clayton shook his head, dismissing my concern. “It’s alright. It’s not exactly a forbidden topic. To be honest, none of us princes ever really liked Kristina.”
His admission caught me off guard. “Why is that?”
Clayton sighed, saying, “For us, it doesn’t matter much who becomes the Lycan queen. The truth is, the role of the true Lycan queen no longer exists.”
“Doesn’t exist anymore?” I echoed, confused. “What do you mean by that?”
Clayton chuckled, a glint of mystery in his eyes. “That’s considered a royal secret.”
I scratched my head, realizing I might have ventured too far. I was about to steer the conversation elsewhere when Clayton, seemingly unbothered, continued.
“Lycans are immensely powerful, and their offspring inherit that power even in the womb. This often results in the mother growing weaker as her energy is drained. Most women can’t survive the pregnancy. But there’s an exception.”
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He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in before he added, “The exception is the white wolves.”
White wolves?
The term sparked a memory. I recalled reading about them in the library and hearing Dominic mention something similar.
I couldn’t resist but ask, “Isn’t that the clan that tried to rebel but was ultimately wiped out?”
Clayton nodded. “Yes. Only they were true mates to Lycans. They could bear Lycan offspring without dying.”
As his words settled in, I began to piece together the underlying truth. This explained why Leonardo was so intent on finding suitable sex slaves for the princes. But before I could dwell on it further, Clayton shifted the conversation.
“Makenna,” he said, his tone suddenly more serious, “what do you plan to do next?”
His question caught me off guard. I looked at him, puzzled.
Concern flickered in his eyes. “I told you all this today because I want you to understand that pregnancy for someone like you is incredibly dangerous. I don’t want your life to be at risk. If you can, leaving here would be the best choice.”
Makenna’s POV:
Clayton’s words hung in the air, leaving me speechless. How I wished I could escape from this place, but it felt like the walls of my circumstances had always been closing in on me, leaving me powerless to change my fate.
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