Chapter 449
Chapter 449:
“Your Highness…” My voice trembled, but Bryan, the audacious scoundrel, showed no sign of stopping. His hands continued their brazen exploration over my body, ignoring the world around him. As if to mock my helplessness, his fingers grazed a sensitive spot, sending an involuntary gasp slipping past my lips.
“You like that, don’t you?” Bryan’s whisper was like poison in my ear, heedless of Clayton’s presence. “You’re dripping wet!”
“Let go of me!” I snarled, heat flooding my cheeks from both humiliation and fury. With all the strength I could muster, I shoved Bryan away and scrambled to adjust my nightgown.
“Your Highness,” I stammered, desperately trying to explain to Clayton, but the words wouldn’t form. Where could I even begin?
“It’s late, and you’re still awake. Enjoying the performance, are we?” Bryan leaned back on the bed, speaking as if it were all just a casual affair. “Didn’t know you had such tastes.”
Mortification washed over me, and I wished for a hole to swallow me whole. “Bryan, stop it.”
But he showed no signs of shame, pulling me back into his arms and kissing me fiercely right in front of Clayton. Then, he shot Clayton a daring glance. “Tastes pretty good.”
Clayton’s expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his eyes. “Bryan, you’re utterly shameless!”
Unyielding, Bryan glared back, not backing down an inch. He raised his chin defiantly, replying, “Humph! Don’t forget, Makenna is carrying my child. I can take care of her just fine. As for you…” He sneered and added, “You should leave and stop causing trouble.”
Clayton’s eyes sparked with anger. “She doesn’t even like you. The one who should leave is you!” he said coldly.
At that, Bryan shot to his feet, glaring daggers at Clayton. Neither was willing to yield, locked in a stare-down, like two wolves ready to clash over territory.
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In a panic, I clutched my belly, groaning softly, “Oh, my stomach… it hurts…”
The moment they heard my feigned distress, their confrontation evaporated.
“Where does it hurt?” Bryan asked, concern flooding his voice.
“Should we call a doctor?” Clayton chimed in urgently.
“That’s unnecessary!” I quickly stopped Clayton, casting a helpless glance at Bryan before lowering my gaze. “I just want to sleep. You both should head back to your rooms.”
But neither Bryan nor Clayton moved an inch.
“Makenna, I’m not leaving until he does. Who knows if he’ll come back to disturb you?” Clayton said, his voice softening.
At being criticized, Bryan couldn’t sit idly by. He shot back, “I’ll leave once I see Clayton leave.”
My tongue tied in knots, and I found myself trapped in the stalemate until Clayton suddenly chuckled. “Alright, in that case, I guess I’ll stay here tonight too.”
With that, he gracefully lay down on the other side of me.
I froze like a deer in headlights. How on earth did it come to this? It was utterly absurd!
Bryan was clearly taken aback too, growling, “Clayton, you’re shameless!”
Clayton remained unfazed, coolly replying, “As a Lycan prince, is there any issue with me sharing her bed?”
Momentarily silenced, Bryan could only scoff, “Fine. Then I won’t leave either.”
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