Chapter 390
Chapter 390:
Flustered, she stammered, “Um… That wraps up today’s session. You’re dismissed.” With that, she bolted from the room.
“Ha-ha.”
I watched Bryan, who burst into laughter, clearly finding the whole scene amusing. Though I shot him a fierce glare, he simply pinched my cheek with an affectionate grin. “Look at you, you’ve shed a few pounds lately.”
His comment struck a chord, and a pang of worry surfaced. Indeed, I had noticed my body feeling weaker than before, but I couldn’t tell if it was due to carrying a Lycan child. Bryan must have seen the concern in my eyes, as his laughter faded abruptly.
He gave my cheek a gentle pat, his expression turning serious. “How about we grab a bite to eat? Something to cheer you up.”
Makenna’s POV:
Bryan and I stepped out of the classroom side by side, and as luck would have it, Alice and the other women were just finishing their training as well.
Alice, her face lit up with enthusiasm, darted toward me as she exited.
But the moment she saw Bryan, her excitement faltered, and her words seemed to stick in her throat.
On the other hand, the other sex slaves were practically buzzing with excitement at the sight of Bryan.
“Your Highness!”
“Prince Bryan…”
They gathered around him like moths to a flame, each one trying to catch his eye and win his favor.
Bryan, however, remained coolly indifferent. Ignoring their advances, he wrapped an arm around my waist and guided me away with a regal air.
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I couldn’t help but wonder why these sex slaves were becoming bolder. They used to be more reserved, didn’t they? Then I noticed their eyes occasionally flicking toward my slightly rounded belly, and it hit me—these women were trying to get in Bryan’s good graces because of my condition. Despite Bryan leading me away, the women stubbornly trailed behind, still trying to win his favor.
As we made our way out of the building, we were enveloped by the throng of women.
In the chaotic shuffle, I was jostled, lost my balance, and stumbled forward.
“Ah!”
A collective gasp filled the air. Just as I was about to hit the ground, a firm hand grabbed me.
“Are you alright?” a gentle, familiar voice asked.
Opening my eyes, I was taken aback to see Clayton, someone I hadn’t seen in days.
The distance between us since our last encounter had been palpable, leaving me momentarily at a loss for words. “Makenna, are you okay? What happened?”
Molly’s concerned voice came from behind Clayton, making me tense up involuntarily.
What were Clayton and Molly doing together?
To mask my unease, I quickly extricated myself from Clayton’s grip and forced a smile. “I’m fine, just a little stumble.”
Clayton’s face flashed with disappointment, tugging at my heartstrings. As Bryan pulled me back to his side, he checked me over for injuries, his expression darkening with anger. Turning his fiery gaze toward the group of sex slaves, he bellowed, “Who pushed her?”
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