?Chapter 15:


    Bryan’s POV


    I was in the garden of my estate, catching some rest, when a servant approached with a deferential bow. “Your Highness, the training sessions have begun. Per your father’s orders, he requests that you inspect the women and select one suitable for bearing children.”


    “Get lost!” I snapped, not even bothering to open my eyes; my mood was as stormy as the heavens.


    The women on disy did nothing to stir my interest. They all seemed crude and beneath consideration for such a role. How dare they even think of procreating with me? Absurd!


    Yet, if I had to choose, only the woman named Makenna Dunn held any allure. Her image shed in my mind, pulling me back to that night in the garden. Curiously, despite herck of finesse, Makenna stirred something in me—an intense, primal urge.


    She was merely marginally more attractive than the rest, but something about her intrigued me. There was aforting warmth about her, a scent that seemed to pacify my wolf. I found sce in her presence; a rare calmness quelled my more violent impulses.


    The Lycan bloodline’s fierce temperament often raged uncontrobly, and it was remarkable how her presence could soothe that storm. I had no desire to delve into the reasons behind it.


    Nevertheless, Makenna’s face lingered in my thoughts. I rose, frustrated, paced around my room twice, and decided to follow my instincts to the training room.


    On my way, I encountered an unexpected figure: my youngest brother, yton. It appeared he was also headed toward the training room. yton noticed me immediately, his trademark fake smile in ce. “What a coincidence, Bryan. Didn’t expect to run into you here.”


    I found his insincerity infuriating. I scowled and demanded, “Where are you headed?”


    yton, unperturbed by my irritation, maintained his grin. “To the training room.”


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    I recalled his defense of Makenna in the main hall the previous day. A sudden suspicion arose. Was he also interested in Makenna? The thought irritated me, though I had no grounds to interfere.


    After giving him a dismissive snort, I headed toward the training room, yton trailing behind at a rxed pace. Just when I thought we were the only ones on the same path, another unwee presence appeared: my younger brother, Dominic. He had initially been going in a different direction, but upon seeing us, he redirected his path toward the training room as well.


    My frustration mounted. Was Dominic also drawn to Makenna? I red at him and demanded, “You’re headed to the training room too?”


    Dominic’s response was more irritating than yton’s. With no greeting, he met my gaze with cold disdain. “None of your business.”


    He dismissed me with a nce and continued walking. Though I was ustomed to Dominic’s arrogance, his behavior today pushed me to the edge. My mood darkened further, and a surge of anger red within me. I quickened my pace, bypassed him, and stormed toward the training room.


    As I drew nearer, my irritation grew, and my wolf’s restless howls echoed in my mind, eager for Makenna. Upon reaching the training room and ncing inside, I halted abruptly.


    The scene within was disconcerting. Women knelt in provocative attire, engaging with dildos, their actions more mechanical than passionate. But there was Makenna in sportswear. She was reluctant, struggling with a dildo, her difort palpable as her eyes reddened.


    I couldn’t help but think back to that evening when I had her give me a blow job. She cried miserably as I thrust into her mouth. The sight of her distress unexpectedly soothed my rage. Yet, my lower abdomen tightened with mounting tension.


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