Chapter 278

Chapter 278:

I squinted, puzzled by the brief change in his demeanor, but he quickly reverted to his usual arrogance. “Regardless, you are my daughter. You should show respect for me.”

His audacity infuriated me, and just as I was about to snap back, a disapproving voice interrupted from behind him.

“Who are you? Why are you blocking the doorway? I don’t recall seeing you around here before.”

While speaking, a servant came in. Recognizing him as one of Dominic’s men, I frowned.

Makenna’s POV:

As soon as my father laid eyes on a palace staff member, his entire demeanor shifted. He became sickeningly submissive. Bowing so low I feared he might kiss the floor, he plastered on a sycophantic smile. “Sir, I’m Makenna’s father. She’s been terribly disobedient, and I’ve come to correct her.”

The servant barely spared him a glance, his eyes rolling in disdain. “Prince Dominic has no interest in your discipline,” he sneered. “He will have her tonight. Besides, you have no business being here. You’re not palace staff.”

After saying that, he waved his hand dismissively. Instantly, two soldiers closed in on my father, grabbed him, and dragged him away.

My father panicked, but he knew better than to protest. Instead, he plastered on a shaky smile, trying to reason with the servant. “Wait, sir, please! I still have something to say!”

But his words fell on deaf ears. The soldiers dragged him away mercilessly, his feet barely even touching the ground.

I stood still, watching with cold detachment.

He was getting exactly what he deserved.

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Once my father was out of sight, the servant turned his attention to me. “Let’s go, Miss Dunn. His Highness is waiting.”

A heavy silence lingered between us as I resigned myself to the inevitable.

There was no fighting this. Dominic, a Lycan prince, had summoned me, and refusal was not an option. I knew too well that any defiance would be met with the same merciless treatment my father had just received. With no other choice, I followed the servant out of my villa and toward Dominic’s residence.

I was led straight to the pool, where Dominic lounged on a deck chair, relaxing. He beckoned me closer with a lazy wave.

I swallowed my anger and disgust, forcing myself to move forward without a word.

He studied me for a minute. “Silent today, aren’t we?”

I forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. “What is there to say? Just do what you want. I’ll leave when you’re finished.”

I had already accepted my fate. If he intended to take me tonight, I wouldn’t fight it. What was the point? My body was no longer mine to command. Resistance was futile, and I had no strength left to waste on battles I couldn’t win.

Dominic’s eyes flashed with irritation. “You look so miserable, as if I forced you into this.”

I kept my mouth shut, but inside, a bitter laugh simmered. Wasn’t that exactly what he had done?

In the palace, every day was a nightmare. Forced into relentless training, made to accept things I despised, threatened, and used for sex by the princes.

Except Clayton…

With him, there was at least a semblance of choice. But even that fragile willingness was shattered, thanks to Dominic.

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