?Chapter 98:


    Makenna’s POV:


    “We’re not in the pce now. Don’t even think about it.”


    I shot Dominic a re, the implication behind his words hitting like a p.


    All Lycans were the same—obsessed with one thing and one thing only.


    “You don’t want to?” Dominic shrugged, his tone dripping with nonchnce. “Fine. Then I guess I’ll just let that womane back here and be a whore.”


    “You!” My jaw dropped in disbelief. “How can you use something like that to threaten me? You have no shame!”


    Just moments ago, I’d thought there might be a shred of decency in him, especially after he’d helped us. But now, I saw it was all a trick, a setup from the start.


    Rage boiled within me, intense enough that I almost wanted to w that indifferent expression off his face. But I held back. The only resistance I could muster was the re I aimed at him.


    He wanted me to give in, to do this in public? Never!


    “Alright. I won’t push you,” Dominic said, feigning resignation. “I’ll just call my guards to bring that woman back. Guards!”


    “Wait!” The word burst from my mouth before I could stop it.


    Dominic turned to me with a yful smile, his eyes dancing with the silent question. “Have you decided?”


    I bit my lip hard, torn.


    Alice and I had fought so hard to rescue Lily. How could I allow her to be dragged back into that nightmare?


    I had already been through this with him once. I would just think of it as being bitten by a dog. If it meant securing a future for Lily, then it would be worth it.


    With that bitter resolve, I gritted my teeth and said, “I’ll do it.”


    A triumphant gleam shed in Dominic’s eyes as he crossed his arms, waiting. “Alright then. Come on.”


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    I stood there, biting my bottom lip, embarrassment washing over me in waves. Inside, I tried to rally myself, repeating over and over that it was just a career. Just another way to survive.


    Taking a deep breath, I tried to recall the things I’d learned at the brothel. I nervously ced my hand on Dominic’s shoulder, willing myself to get closer. My fingers stiffly trailed down his chest, and I clung to him, rubbing against him as gently as I could manage, suppressing the disgust that rose in my throat.


    Dominic frowned, clearly unimpressed. “You’re as stiff as a board. Is this what they taught you here? How to be a log?”


    The nerve of him!


    I red at him, my fury barely contained. “If you don’t like it, go find someone else.”


    I pulled away, intending to leave. Enough was enough.


    But suddenly, he grabbed my arm and yanked me back. Off bnce, I fell against his chest. I looked up in a panic, meeting his deep, unwavering gaze.


    He seemed caught off guard, staring into my eyes as if he couldn’t look away.


    His intense gaze made me squirm. I struggled to break free, snapping, “What are you doing? Let me go…”


    But his arm only tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to him.


    Dominic leaned in, his face inches from my neck. He inhaled deeply, an almost intoxicated expression crossing his features. “Your scent is truly unique. It draws me to you like nothing else.”


    I blinked in confusion. He wasn’t the first to say something like that. Other princes had made remarks, but I still had no idea what made me so different.


    Just as I opened my mouth to ask him, a sharp, female voice cut through the moment.


    “Prince Dominic, what are you doing?”


    Startled, I pushed Dominic away and turned toward the voice. Kristina was storming toward us, her eyes zing with jealousy.


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