Chapter 391

Chapter 391:

The women, who had been whispering amongst themselves, fell silent under Bryan’s intense scrutiny. Heads bowed, none dared to speak. Seeing no one confess, Bryan’s rage was palpable. “Since no one is stepping forward, you’ll all be punished until someone confesses.”

The women quaked at his words. I frowned, about to plead with Bryan to let it go. But then Clayton, his eyes icy, joined in. “Guards! Take these women away and give them a severe whipping!”

Under the combined pressure of Bryan and Clayton, one woman, shaking and sobbing, finally stepped forward. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t intentional.”

Her tearful confession did little to soften Bryan’s or Clayton’s resolve.

“Guards, give this woman who attempted to harm the Lycan heir fifty lashes and expel her from the palace!” Bryan ordered sharply. His gaze swept over the remaining sex slaves with a chilling warning. “Anyone else who dares to plot against the Lycan heir will face death!”

Makenna’s POV:

After the woman was ushered away, the remaining sex slaves scattered like leaves in the wind, their hurried steps betraying their eagerness to escape.

I could barely stomach the sight of Clayton and Molly together; it felt like a knife twisting in my heart.

I averted my gaze and pushed past them, desperate to flee the stifling atmosphere.

As I brushed by Clayton, his hand reached out and grasped mine.

“Makenna, Molly and I are together because—”

Clayton started, his voice urgent, but before he could finish, Bryan barged in and roughly shoved him aside.

“Clayton, you and Molly are a match made in heaven. Makenna and I won’t intrude on your date,” Bryan said, his smile as tight as a drum.

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Before Clayton could utter another word, Bryan pulled me to his side, his grip unyielding as he led me away.

“Makenna!” Clayton called out after me, but Bryan’s stride remained unbroken. He dragged me firmly out of the area.

As we walked, I was overwhelmed by a suffocating sense of frustration, as if a heavy weight was pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

All I wanted was to retreat to my own corner of the world and find some solitude.

But Bryan had other plans, steering us straight to his residence.

“I’ve arranged for the palace’s top chefs to whip up a nutritious and exquisite meal just for you. You have to try it,” he declared with a commanding tone that left little room for argument.

Entering Bryan’s opulent villa, I was greeted by a whirlwind of activity in the kitchen.

When they spotted us return, they promptly and orderly served a variety of carefully prepared food. Each dish was a sensory delight, prepared with high-end components.

I took my seat at the dining table, but my gaze was faraway, preoccupied with Clayton and Molly. All I could think of was what Clayton and Molly were doing right now. Why were they together today?

These thoughts danced in my mind, refusing to let me focus on the delectable feast laid out before me.

Bryan’s patience was wearing thin as he drummed his fingers on the table, a rhythmic beat of frustration.

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