Chapter 273
Chapter 273:
“Difficult to conceive?” Alice’s surprise grew. “Then how did you pass the physical exam? You’d definitely be sent away if conception was an issue.”
A shadow crossed my face, and I replied tersely, “Dominic helped me behind the scenes.”
“Makenna, you…” Alice noticed my troubled expression and asked with growing concern, “Did something happen to you recently?”
I sighed deeply. There was no point in keeping secrets from Alice, so I recounted everything that had transpired the previous night. As I spoke, my voice trembled with emotion. I had been manipulated into hurting someone so kind!
Alice’s anger flared as she clenched her fists. “Dominic is utterly despicable! What a jerk!”
Unable to contain my sorrow, I leaned on Alice’s shoulder and sobbed softly. My voice cracked as I confessed, “Alice, I’ve come to realize how much I care about Prince Clayton. He must hate me now. What should I do?”
“It’s not your fault, Makenna. You’re also a victim in this.” Alice comforted me with gentle pats on my back, her voice soothing and empathetic. “Prince Clayton is wise and kind. Find a moment to explain everything to him honestly. I believe he will understand.”
Makenna’s POV:
The villa of a Lycan prince stood behind its sturdy walls, guarded by soldiers who prowled the perimeter. Alice and I crouched beneath a sprawling tree, our breaths shallow and quick as we peeked toward Clayton’s villa.
Alice gave my shoulder a reassuring pat and gestured with her chin toward the villa. “We’re here. Go on and explain everything to Prince Clayton.”
“I… I…” I winced, still uncertain. The thought of Clayton potentially turning his back on me, or worse, no longer wanting anything to do with me, was suffocating.
Our presence had already drawn the attention of some soldiers.
“Who’s there!”
With no other option, I reluctantly stepped forward, my heart pounding. One of the soldiers halted me with a frosty inquiry. “What are you doing here?”
I hesitated but gathered my courage to speak in a trembling voice. “I’m here to see Prince Clayton…”
The soldier scrutinized me, his expression turning colder by the second. “Prince Clayton is not here. You should leave.”
“Not here?” I asked, bewildered. “Then where did he go? Can you tell me?”
The soldier’s patience was wearing thin. “That’s none of your business. You have no right to question the prince’s whereabouts. Leave now!”
My heart sank. I turned away with a heavy weight pressing down on me, my mind swirling with doubts. Was Clayton really not here, or was this just a ploy to keep me away? Did he not want to see me, having the soldiers concoct this story?
As I walked back, the soldiers behind me began to speak loudly, ensuring their remarks pierced my ears.
“A woman who betrayed and hurt Prince Clayton has the nerve to come here. How shameless!”
“Exactly, Prince Clayton would never want to see a woman like her!”
Their harsh words cut through me like a knife. Tears welled up in my eyes as I returned to Alice, who looked at me with concern.
Seeing my distraught state, Alice asked, “Why are you back so soon? Isn’t Prince Clayton at home?”
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