Chapter 546

Chapter 546:

Makenna’s slap had left my cheek burning, and with every pulse of pain, my anger swelled. How dare a mere sex slave raise her hand to me? Yet, as I watched her walk away, a strange curiosity mingled with my fury. There was something about her—bold, clever, undeniably beautiful. It was no wonder the three princes were so taken with her. Even I couldn’t deny the temptation. What would it be like to experience her?

Pressing my tongue against my still-aching cheek, I let out a low chuckle. Makenna… what was I going to do with her?

Just then, one of my subordinates appeared, looking uneasy. “Sir, Makenna has gone into early labor,” he whispered.

Early labor? My brow arched in surprise. “What happened? Why now?”

Shaking his head, he replied, “At the entrance of the banquet hall, her water just… broke. She’s already been taken to the hospital.”

I couldn’t help but laugh coldly as a plan began to take root. “Keep this quiet. Not a word of Makenna’s labor is to reach the princes. Let them remain blissfully entertained by the three sex slaves.”

“Yes, sir,” he nodded.

“We’ll head to the hospital. There may be an opportunity there.”

With a sense of satisfaction, I turned and walked out, my hands clasped behind me.

The hospital was a flurry of activity when we arrived, nurses rushing about as Makenna was already in surgery. The red “In Surgery” sign glowed above the door. From inside, faint cries slipped through—Makenna’s cries.

I listened, a strange satisfaction blooming within me. Each of her cries was a twisted melody, and as I stood there savoring her pain, a dark idea began to form. I considered making Makenna suffer even more by ensuring she lost her child. The thought of her despair after such a loss, and of tormenting her until death in my bed, filled me with a thrill so intense it made me shiver.

I leaned in close to my subordinate and shared my plan. His eyes widened in shock.

Mᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟs.ᴄᴏᴍ

“Sir… is that wise? The child is an heir of the Lycan royal family.”

I gave him a sharp, cold look. “The Lycan royal family will have plenty of heirs. Makenna’s child would be no different from her—lowly, insignificant. We don’t need it.”

“Sir, please reconsider.” The subordinate hesitated. “If the princes were to find out…”

I fixed him with an icy glare. “Are you doubting my command?”

He flinched and quickly bowed his head. “Understood, sir. I’ll see it done.”

As he hurried away, I turned back to the operating room door, watching the red light above it with quiet satisfaction. Then, without another glance, I walked away.

“Tonight, Makenna, your torment begins,” I murmured to myself. Yes, tonight would be a night to remember.

Makenna’s POV:

I screamed in agony, my hair drenched in sweat. Several times I slipped into unconsciousness, only to be jolted awake by the doctor’s urgent voice.

“Miss Dunn, you need to stay awake. Push! I can see the crown of the baby’s head!”

The baby… Those words pulled me back from the brink. I bit down hard on my lip, forcing myself to stay awake. With every push, my strength drained from me and the pain grew unbearable, but I kept going—for my baby.

“You’re almost there. Just a little bit more!”

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