Chapter 1092

Chapter 1092:

With Clayton by my side, I stood outside Paula’s room.

The door was slightly ajar, but the silence inside was unsettling.

Clayton knocked gently. No answer.

We exchanged a quiet, knowing look, and he stepped aside, wordlessly letting me take the lead.

“Paula,” I called softly. “It’s me. I’d like to talk. May I come in?”

Silence.

Was she not there?

I pushed the door open a little farther—and there she was, sitting by the window, motionless, her gaze fixed on something far beyond the glass.

Makenna’s POV:

I knocked once more, a little louder this time.

At last, Paula stirred—slowly turning her head toward the door.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a ghostly glow across her face. Her eyes met mine, and for a fleeting second, something flickered there—raw, conflicted, quickly buried beneath layers of emptiness.

“Paula, I just want to talk. A real, honest talk,” I pleaded softly.

Her gaze settled on me—cold, detached. She flashed a bitter smile, but still, she said nothing.

That silence loomed between us like a wall of frost, dense and impenetrable.

I stepped inside. Clayton remained at the door, choosing not to follow, giving us space but staying close enough to protect me if needed.

I crossed the room, pulled out a chair, and sat opposite her.

R𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝒇𝓾𝓁𝓁 𝒄𝒉𝓪𝓹𝓉𝓮𝓇𝓈 𝓪𝓽 g𝓪𝗅𝗇ovє𝗅𝓈.ℂ𝗈𝗺

Paula didn’t flinch. Her eyes drifted back to the window, unfocused, unbothered, as though I were nothing more than a shadow in her periphery.

I drew in a breath. “I know you deeply resent the Lycan royal family, but the situation we’re facing… it demands unity.”

“Unity?” Her laugh was quiet and sharp—like the crack of ice splitting down the center. She finally turned her eyes to mine. “You expect me to unite with the murderers who slaughtered our kin?”

Her words cut through me. For a moment, I was speechless.

Her anger was righteous, and her pain undeniable. It spread into my chest and tapped on the guilt and sorrow buried deep in my heart.

I clenched my fists in my lap, my nails biting into my skin as I fought to hold my composure. “Their father committed unforgivable sins, but the princes… they’re not him. They’re innocent. They’ve risked their lives trying to make things right.”

Paula squinted but said nothing. Her fingers traced slow circles along the windowsill, silent in thought.

Then, at last, she shook her head with a tight, bitter breath. “I won’t trust them,” she said coldly. “I can’t. I won’t fight beside them—not now, not ever.”

A cold rush of panic surged through me. I reached across the gap between us and grasped her hand—cold and rigid in mine.

“Paula, please. We must stand together. If we don’t, Leonardo will tear us apart. Do you want to see him on that throne—smiling down from his pedestal as he crushes the bones of the white wolves beneath his heel?”

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