Chapter 1328

Chapter 1328:

Their heated exchange left me bewildered. Hadn’t my identity already been affirmed in the hall? I wasn’t one of the werewolves, was I?

Antoni’s sudden, sinister chuckle sent a shiver down my spine as he drew closer. “Makenna,” he taunted, “you’re indeed the Saint of the white wolf clan. Your true mate isn’t Jett, is it?”

“You’re courting death!” Jett roared, his fist arcing toward Antoni.

Antoni sidestepped the blow with ease, then leaned in, his whisper venomous in my ear. “Makenna, don’t you remember Bryan Reeves and the rest?”

The name hit me like a thunderbolt.

A sharp pang lanced through my temples, and disjointed memories flickered in my mind’s eye.

“Enough!” Jett’s hand clamped around Antoni’s throat, his voice a low growl. “Do you think I won’t end you here and now?”

It was the first time I had seen Jett so consumed by rage, his fury so palpable it sent a tremor of fear through me.

Lucian swiftly intervened, his voice calm but firm. “Your Highness, this is the royal palace. Violence and discord have no place within these walls.” At Lucian’s words, Jett reluctantly loosened his grip on Antoni.

Colt let out a mocking laugh, seized Antoni by the collar, and sauntered off. Yet Antoni couldn’t resist throwing a cryptic glance my way before vanishing into the distance.

Even as we returned to the villa, Antoni’s words coiled around my thoughts like a venomous serpent, impossible to shake.

“Makenna?” Jett’s voice cut through my haze, his hand gently clasping mine, anchoring me to the moment. “Is there something troubling you? Do you have questions for me?”

I gazed into Jett’s eyes, their warmth sending a shiver rippling through my soul. My lips parted, yet words eluded me, caught in a web of hesitation.

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Though shadows of doubt about my identity lingered, a quiet inner voice beckoned me to place my faith in Jett.

I shook my head gently, dismissing the uncertainty. Despite the questions gnawing at my heart, I reached for Jett’s hand, my fingers entwining with his.

“I trust you, Jett,” I whispered, my voice soft but steadfast.

Jett stilled, his lashes quivering like delicate wings.

In a tender, fleeting moment, he leaned down, his lips grazing mine in a kiss as gentle as a summer breeze. His thumb traced soft arcs across the back of my hand as he murmured, his voice low and rich, “Makenna, thank you for believing in me.”

A quiet pause hung between us before he spoke again, his words tinged with uncertainty. “If… if one day you learn I’ve kept something from you…”

I shook my head firmly, my grip on his hand tightening. “That won’t come to pass.”

Meeting his gaze, I spoke with quiet resolve. “When I was at my most vulnerable, you were my anchor. That trust isn’t so easily shaken.”

Jett’s frame tensed, a subtle shift in his posture.

In an instant, he drew me into his embrace, his arms enveloping me with such intensity that my breath caught. His heartbeat thundered in my ears, swift and heavy, like a storm’s relentless drum.

“After the wedding…” His voice, muffled against my hair, carried a solemn promise. “I’ll lay everything bare.”

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