Chapter 1206

Chapter 1206:

I frowned and turned, seeing a crowd gathered outside, their faces twisted with anger and frustration.

“Outsiders, get out of Marehelm!”

“Give us back our peaceful lives!”

They waved their signs high, their voices rising in a chant of protest.

Evie started to step forward to speak, but I quickly pulled her behind me, facing the crowd.

“Everyone, I hear your concerns. But I promise you, our arrival wasn’t meant to cause disruption. We have come to protect Marehelm and look out for everyone’s well-being.”

My words did nothing to calm their anger.

Someone in the crowd shouted back, “You’re a curse! Ever since you arrived, Marehelm’s been in chaos!”

The words hit me like a slap, a sharp sting to my heart. Still, I fought to hold it together.

“Please, everyone, believe me, we—”

Before I could finish, a rotten vegetable leaf flew from the crowd and hit me.

I flinched instinctively, but the leaf still grazed my shoulder, leaving a soggy, foul stain.

I stood there frozen, a knot of frustration and resignation tightening inside me.

In that moment, Clayton’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. He yanked me behind him, standing protectively in front of me. He instructed the guards, “Get these people under control and send them away!”

Makenna’s POV:

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I stood frozen in shock. Clayton, noticing my state, swiftly swept me into his arms and carried me toward my bedroom. Soon, the reality of what had happened began to sink in, and tears streamed down my face.

When we reached my bedroom, Clayton gently placed me on the bed. He knelt beside me, his face etched with concern as he tenderly wiped the tears from my cheeks.

“Don’t cry, Makenna. None of this is your fault.”

The tenderness in Clayton’s eyes ignited something within me. My eyes still glistening with tears, I leaned in and kissed him. Clayton was momentarily taken aback, but his disbelief didn’t last long. He kissed me back with equal fervor.

In that moment, our hearts intertwined—and so did our bodies as we shed our clothes. I moaned with each thrust, my legs wrapping tightly around Clayton’s waist. He moved with a rhythmic pace, the sound of his flesh against mine filling the air.

He reached out, cupping my swaying breasts, then leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. His rough tongue teased the sensitive peak, forcing a wave of pleasure to surge within me. I gasped, clutching at Clayton’s hair.

“Makenna… Makenna…” Clayton groaned as he playfully nibbled my nipple, his other hand kneading my other breast firmly.

My toes curled as pleasure washed through me, and I began grinding my hips to meet his thrusts.

“Ah… Clayton… faster… please…”

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