Chapter 267

Chapter 267:

True to form, he didn’t take it lying down. As they descended into a pathetic brawl, I’d had enough. I turned to leave, but Irene grabbed my sleeve, her grip surprisingly strong.

“You’re not going anywhere! You’ve destroyed your sister’s marriage, and now you think you can just run?”

Her screeching voice drilled into my head, worsening my already foul mood. I struggled to pull away, but she held on tight, shouting for all to hear.

“Come and see! This woman’s sabotaging her own flesh and blood!”

I could see the venom in her eyes, and my anger was boiling over. Just as I was about to retaliate, someone suddenly kicked Irene away, cutting her off mid-sentence.

Bryan’s POV:

It had only been a few days since I last indulged in Makenna’s company, and already I found myself yearning for her presence again. It was an odd feeling, one I wasn’t accustomed to, but I couldn’t deny it. There was something about her, something different from any other woman I had known.

I didn’t want to suppress these emotions, so I summoned a servant.

“Go to Makenna’s villa and bring her to me.”

“Yes, sir,” the servant replied, turning to leave. But I stopped him with a sudden thought.

“Wait.” I hesitated for a moment before adding, “This time, don’t give her the medicine.”

The reason was simple. I hadn’t known about the necessity of that medicine for sex slaves before, but now that I did, I preferred Makenna not to drink it. I didn’t want her to get pregnant, knowing that those who bore a Lycan’s offspring often died from complications. Maybe it was because I wasn’t ready to lose her just yet. Or maybe because I hadn’t had enough of her.

Either way, the thought of seeing her soon brought a strange, almost giddy happiness.

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The servant returned quickly, but his news made my chest tighten.

“Your Highness, Miss Dunn isn’t at the villa. It seems she’s been taken away by Prince Dominic.”

Dominic? Agitation surged within me. For sex? The mere thought was unbearable.

I immediately ordered an investigation into her whereabouts. When I found out she had been taken to a newly opened bar outside the palace, I didn’t waste a second—I had to bring her back.

Standing at the entrance of the bar, I hesitated, a rare feeling for me. Makenna was terrified of me—what if she refused to come back?

The memory of her choosing Dominic at the wedding gnawed at me, making my chest feel uncomfortably tight. I, who feared nothing, was suddenly unsure of how to face her.

I stumbled over this thought, not knowing what to do. As I lingered, torn between my emotions, I caught sight of a familiar figure. I squinted, and to my surprise, it was Makenna!

Even more infuriating, she was with a man. Narrowing my eyes, I realized it was Frank, Makenna’s sister’s husband. I moved closer, watching them argue. I couldn’t hear their words clearly, but the mere idea of Makenna being involved with another man, especially one from outside the palace, ignited a fire of jealousy within me.

Before I could confront them, Frank’s wife, Jessica, stormed over, and the situation erupted into a chaotic brawl. Irene, Makenna’s stepmother, joined in, berating and tugging at her. Their heated exchange revealed a past connection between Makenna and Frank, but I had no time to dwell on it.

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