?Chapter 210:


    I wasn’t naive enough to believe Dominic had suddenly developed a soft spot for me. I eyed him warily. “It’s quitete. You aren’t in bed but have time to spare for a visit?”


    Dominic halted beside my bed, looking down at me with that half-smiling gaze of his, his voice carrying a note of teasing that seemed to echo in the stillness of the room. “Is it wrong for me to worry about you?”


    Worry about me? Not for a second did I believe that.


    Among the three princes, Bryan was vtile, yton was gentle, but Dominic was the one I could never decipher. His thoughts were abyrinth I couldn’t navigate, and the unsettling part was, he often seemed to see right through me.


    That unsettling sense of being an open book made me uneasy, so if I had a choice, I preferred not to share the same space with Dominic.


    I stiffened, my tone turning cold. “Now that you’ve seen me, Your Highness, you may leave.”


    Dominic didn’t respond immediately. He merely raised an eyebrow, studying me with an almost amused expression, the corners of his mouth lifting in a subtle, unreadable smile.


    The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, as Dominic’s gaze bored into me. I felt a chill creep up my spine, the hairs on my arms standing on end. Just as I mustered the courage to tell him to leave once more, he suddenly leaned in close.


    His eyes held a probing intensity as he questioned, “I’m genuinely curious—how exactly did you kill a brown bear?”


    It was always the same question with them.


    My heart pounded against my ribs, but I forced myself to remainposed, offering him the same exnation I’d given the others. “That brown bear was already injured. I just happened to be at the right ce at the right time.”


    “Right ce at the right time?” Dominic repeated my words, his lips curling into a skeptical smirk.


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    I avoided his gaze, nerves coiling tighter within me, but before I could react, he seized my wrist.


    I jerked back like a startled animal, struggling to free my hand, panic bubbling to the surface. “What are you doing!”


    Dominic ignored my protests, forcibly rolling up my sleeve. His eyes darkened as they settled on the faint bite mark on my arm.


    He spoke softly, but there was an edge to his voice. “I’ve examined this bite mark. It’s undeniably from a brown bear.”


    My heart skipped a beat, and I renewed my efforts to pull away, but his grip was unyielding.


    Dominic’s fingers traced the scar lightly, as though lost in thought. “But if a brown bear had really bitten you, it would’ve left a far worse injury, yet here you are with only a faint mark.”


    He looked at me, his gaze sharp and prating. “And that bear you im was wounded—there were only fresh injuries on its body, no signs of older wounds. So, tell me, how do you exin that?”


    I hadn’t anticipated Dominic’s keen observation, and a sudden chill raced down my spine.


    If my secret were to be uncovered, my precarious situation would be even more treacherous!


    No! I couldn’t allow anyone to find out!


    I dug my fingernails deep into my palms, trying to keep myposure.


    Meeting Dominic’s gaze, I feigned ignorance. “I don’t understand what you’re suggesting. Everyone knows I’m just a werewolf with a weak scent and minimal strength. How could I have possibly taken down a full-grown brown bear?”


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