Chapter 1180

Chapter 1180:

My words lingered, casting a hush over the room, heavy with unspoken understanding.

Then, Dominic rose abruptly. He crossed the space between us, his movements deliberate, and took my hand with a tenderness that steadied my racing thoughts. His gaze locked onto mine, profound and piercing, as if peering into the very depths of my soul. When he spoke, his voice carried a raw, quiet intensity.

“Makenna, you are my mate. And I, too, owe you a wedding celebration worthy of our bond. Would you… wish to have a wedding with me?”

Makenna’s POV:

I stood frozen, caught off guard by Dominic’s sudden proposal of a wedding with me.

Before I could gather my thoughts, Bryan leapt up, his face creased with irritation. “What’s this about you and Makenna having a wedding, Dominic? Makenna and I share a child. If anyone’s marrying her, it’s me.”

Clayton stood up too, his icy gaze meeting Bryan’s with equal intensity. “That’s not how it works, Bryan. Makenna’s heart belongs to me. I’m the one she should marry.”

Bryan let out a derisive snort. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not the one she loves most.”

“Enough, both of you. Makenna is my mate. It’s only logical that she would marry me,” Dominic interjected, his voice steady but commanding as he stepped forward.

The three of them locked horns, the room heavy with their unresolved rivalry.

I watched from the sidelines, a mix of frustration and amusement bubbling within me. Just as I started to speak, their heads snapped toward me in unison. “Makenna, who do you choose to marry?” Bryan’s deep voice carried a commanding weight.

Clayton’s eyes held mine, a spark of sincerity in them. “Makenna, pick me. I’ll give you a wedding beyond your wildest dreams.”

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I opened my mouth, but no words came, utterly thrown by the sudden spotlight.

This unexpected argument had derailed me, leaving me both exasperated and oddly curious.

“Hold on. Weren’t we discussing Alice’s wedding? How did this turn into a debate about me?” I asked, rubbing my forehead with a sigh.

But they weren’t ready to let it go.

Bryan grabbed my hand, his grip solid, his tone resolute. “Makenna, don’t sidestep this. You need to decide, or we’re not done here.”

Dominic pulled me gently to his side. “He’s right, Makenna. You can’t keep dodging the question.”

A wave of exhaustion hit me, and I pressed my fingers to my temples. To shift the mood, I pivoted the conversation. “Alright, let’s call a truce. How about we head to the bridal shop and pick out a stunning gown for Alice?”

The three exchanged looks, their reluctant nods signaling a temporary truce.

Bryan relented, though his voice held an edge. “Fine, we will deal with Alice’s wedding first. But Makenna, you owe me an answer.”

The next day, we entered Marehelm’s most prestigious bridal boutique.

Inside, a dazzling collection of meticulously designed wedding gowns awaited, each pristine and distinct, whispering stories of romance and vows.

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