Chapter 246

Chapter 246:

Kristina’s glare was fierce, her voice dripping with contempt. “How did you do it? You’re nothing but a lowly sex slave! How could you possibly pull this off?”

I almost laughed at the irony. Even in her current state, Kristina clung to her perceived superiority. But between a sex slave and a prisoner, who was really the more pitiful?

Of course, I wasn’t about to reveal Molly’s involvement. If Kristina needed someone to blame, she should look no further than herself. Her cruelty had made her too many enemies, and now, those enemies had found their moment of revenge.

So, I kept my tone even as I responded, “How I did it is none of your business. What you should be worrying about is how you’ll survive in here.”

“You bitch!”

Kristina’s fury only grew with my words. Her voice was a low snarl as she spat out, “Who do you think you are? I’m a Harrison! My family won’t abandon me! My father will rescue me, and when he does, you’ll regret ever crossing me!”

I looked at her with a mix of pity and detachment. “Stop fooling yourself. The king won’t risk the public’s wrath by letting you go, and there’s no way he’d allow someone like you to become the future Lycan queen.” Kristina’s crimes had sparked outrage. Human trafficking was horrific enough, but the organ trafficking had sent shockwaves through the kingdom. The Harrison family’s businesses were crumbling, and even if Leonardo wanted to protect Kristina, he couldn’t. She should count herself lucky if she managed to escape with her life.

I glanced around the grim, filthy cell—a far cry from the luxurious villa I once visited. The contrast was stark, almost poetic.

With a cold smile, I said, “You should get used to this place. It’s likely where you’ll spend the rest of your life, reflecting on everything you’ve done.”

“Ah! You bitch!” Kristina was beside herself with rage. She shook the bars with all her strength, screaming at the top of her lungs. “I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you!” The commotion drew the attention of a nearby soldier, who rushed over and barked at Kristina, “Quiet down!” Kristina shot him a look of pure venom. “Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m a Harrison!”

The soldier stood his ground, barely acknowledging her before turning to me with a nod, silently offering to lead me out.

Makenna’s POV:

After leaving the detention center, I looked up at the bright sky, inhaling deeply as if trying to cleanse my mind of the encounter.

I couldn’t help but think that this might be the last time I’d see Kristina. Our long-standing feud had finally reached its bitter end, yet my emotions were oddly conflicted.

Maybe it was because of the myriad of issues weighing me down lately, making it hard to feel any clear sense of closure.

“Why not take a walk outside?” I mused aloud, surprising even myself with the suggestion. For once, I felt an urge to skip my training sessions. After all, I had been summoned out for a reason, so it wasn’t as though I’d be held accountable.

Besides, it was just this once—what harm could it do? With my mind made up, I headed toward the palace’s back garden, feeling unexpectedly buoyant.

As one would expect, the garden was immaculate, a testament to the palace’s grandeur. I wandered along the riverbank, the sounds of birds and insects blending into a natural symphony, while the fragrant scent of flowers danced on the breeze.

The tension that had knotted my muscles over the past few days began to unwind. I closed my eyes, savoring the peacefulness as I ambled along.

As I strolled, I spotted a fruit tree up ahead. A mischievous thought crossed my mind—I felt a sudden urge to climb the tree and pluck some of the ripe fruit.

Back when I was younger and free from the constraints of decorum, I used to climb trees and swim in rivers all the time. Unlike other girls who were prim and proper, I had always been more of an adventurer. It was one of the reasons I had become so skilled at climbing.

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