?Chapter 256:


    As Lycan princes, each of us had our own army and territory uponing of age. However, Father never granted us ample money or resources, expecting us to support our armies on our own merit. Only by proving our worth could we hope to be chosen as the next Lycan king.


    Resources were always scarce, which was why we constantly vied for them to fortify our positions. The world often spoke of the discord among the three Lycan princes—and they were right.


    If yton could snatch something from me, there was no doubt I would find a way to reim it. I considered this for a moment, then addressed the subordinate with deliberate calm.


    “Have you identified who managed the transfer of the goods?”


    “Yes,” he answered. “The person in charge is Kabir Lyons, a high-ranking manager under Prince yton. He’s a formidable and cautious individual, always apanied by a cadre of followers, making him difficult to approach.”


    I raised an eyebrow. It seemed I was dealing with one of yton’s key lieutenants. This situation was bing moreplicated; a direct theft or covert operation might be out of the question. After a brief pause, I asked with calcted patience, “Does this Kabir Lyons have any known weaknesses or vulnerabilities?”


    The subordinate hesitated, then replied, “Actually, yes. He’s a notorious gambler and quite skilled at it.”


    “Really?” My eyes narrowed with interest as a knowing smile crept across my face. If that was the case, I might just have the perfect n.


    Makenna’s POV:


    After the grueling training session, Alice and I emerged from the building, both of us looking thoroughly worn out. Alice rubbed her shoulders and grumbled, “Why has the training been so brutaltely? I feel like I’m going to copse.”


    I felt the same exhaustion and let out a weary sigh as I shrugged. “It’s probably because they’re preparing us for the uing hunt.”


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    The mention of the hunt seemed to lift Alice’s spirits a bit. She brightened up, saying, “Alright, as long as I get to go out and see it, I can handle a little fatigue.”


    As we chatted, two soldiers passed by, their voices dripping with mockery.


    “Did you hear? Gamma Frank’s wife got punished by the prince and was whipped.”


    “I saw it too. She was crying and shouting. It was so embarrassing.”


    “Exactly. Gamma’s wife—what a disgrace.”


    I froze. Gamma Frank’s wife—wasn’t that Jessica? Why had she been punished by the prince? And which prince was it?


    “Jessica was punished?” Alice said with a hint of amusement. “She deserved it for always trying to cause trouble for you.”


    I didn’t care much about why Jessica was punished; my main concern was getting some rest. After parting ways with Alice at the crossroads, I headed back to my residence.


    But as soon as I settled at the table, there was a knock on the door.


    “Who is it?” I called out, rushing to open it.


    When I saw who was on the other side, I instinctively tried to close it. It was Dominic. My face fell immediately. My hand acted faster than my thoughts, trying to m the door shut to keep out this ogre of a man.


    But Dominic was quicker, nting his foot to block the door. He raised an eyebrow and said, “Not weing?”


    Not just unwee—I wished I’d never have to see him again!


    I sneered, “What are you doing here?”


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