?Chapter 4:


    Bryan’s POV


    The woman on my shoulder was petrified, too terrified to even twitch. My threat had hit its mark.


    What a coward! I sneered, disgusted by her weakness. Pathetic creatures like her should consider it an honor if I decided to end their pitiful existence in bed.


    I kept marching forward, my mind already ying with ideas on how to dispose of her. Then, I heard it—a soft, suppressed sob.


    She was probably trying so hard not to anger me further by biting back her tears. Her delicate body quivered against mine, her smooth skin brushing my shoulder with each shudder. A strange sensation washed over me.


    I slowed my pace. Her sweet fragrance seemed to be cooling my irritable wolf. It was unexpected, but I felt… oddly at peace.


    Interesting.


    This one might be different, though it hardly changed my intentions. If anything, her uniqueness would make the game all the more entertaining.


    A wicked grin spread across my face as I gave her a mango-shaped tit teasing squeeze. She shivered violently, her sobs growing louder, and to my delight, a thrill of pleasure ran through me.


    I let out augh that echoed through the corridor. “Don’t be afraid,” I mocked. “You should consider yourself lucky to have caught my eye.”


    With that, I hoisted her higher onto my shoulder and swaggered down the long hallway, singing a self-satisfied hum. Her weeping only fueled my twisted joy.


    As I neared the corner, a figure appeared and blocked my path.


    I stopped and scrunched my face. I squinted hard when I realized who it was—Dominic Reeves, my younger brother and the second prince of the realm.


    “What do you want?” I snapped angrily, fixing him with a frosty re.


    “Put the woman down,” he said, his voice a lowmand. “If our father finds out, we’ll all suffer.”


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    His words grated on my nerves, sparking a deep scowl on my face. I couldn’t resist the urge to mock him. “You’ve never beaten me at anything; your wolf is no match for mine. Who do you think you are, standing in my way?”


    My father had three sons, me included. We were born into the Lycan n where power coursed through our veins like wildfire. But of the three of us, Dominic was thest to awaken his wolf. Despite his dyed start, he was stronger than most. Still, I couldn’t help but look down on him.


    In our pack, respect was earned through strength, and Dominic seemed more interested in pleasing our father than in asserting his dominance. To me, that made him weak—a fool who didn’t deserve to stand beside me.


    Dominic’s face remained infuriatingly calm despite my taunts. “Father won’t let you sabotage the tryout, and I don’t want to go down with you. Release her.”


    His words stung, and I felt a surge of anger rise in me. I wanted nothing more than to tear him apart right then and there. But I didn’t.


    Dominic had always been our father’s obedientpdog, eager to follow his orders. If I went ahead and killed the woman slung over my shoulder, Dominic would be the first to cry foul. And in doing so, he’d win our father’s favor, making me the fool who yed right into his hands. I wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction.


    I ground my teeth, thinking my next move. Then, with a growl of frustration, I threw the woman to the floor.


    Just another bitch. She wasn’t worth the trouble.


    The womannded in a heap, a pitiful cry escaping her lips. Her eyes were wide with fear, tears glistening like drops of rain on her cheeks. She looked like a frightened rabbit—helpless and trembling.


    For a moment, I felt a strange flicker in my chest—a mix of pity and something else I couldn’t quite name. I just couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful body; her sexy curves.


    Even though she was curled up in fear, trying to make herself small, I could still make out the tempting curve of her figure, especially the delicate swell of her chest. The image sparked something wild in my imagination.


    The warmth of her skin still lingered on my palm, along with her faint, sweet scent. My fingers twitched, recalling the smoothness of her body, and an idea began to take root in my mind.


    She was stunning—a real beauty. Killing her outright seemed like a waste, a shameful loss of something so exquisite.


    With a sharp snort, I reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “What’s your name?” I asked, my voice a low, taunting whisper.


    Her wide eyes were filled with terror, but that only made the moment more delicious. “M-Makenna… Makenna,” she barely stammered under her sobs.


    “Makenna Dunn, huh?” I repeated as I patted her cheek. She was so terrified she didn’t even flinch, just stared at me with wide, tear-filled eyes. The fear in them only deepened my grin.


    “I’ll remember you,” I murmured, leaning in just enough to make sure she caught every word. “Don’t you dare think this is over. I’ll be back.”


    With a cold, cruelugh, I turned on my heel and strode away.


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