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    Seeing Makenna being bullied like that fueled my rage. I acted without thinking, kicking Irene away and sending her flying.


    “Makenna.” I grabbed her, my voice unintentionally filled with concern. “Hey, are you okay?”


    “Bryan?” Her wide eyes showed genuine surprise. “What are you doing here?”


    My throat tightened. I couldn’t admit that I hade just for her. The sight of her and Frank shed in my mind, stirring jealousy. I forced myself to speak harshly, masking my true feelings.


    “Of course, I came to the bar for some fun. I never expected to find you here, tangled up with another man! You should remember your ce—you’re a sex ve!”


    Makenna’s POV:


    When I saw Bryan’s harsh demeanor, the gratitude I had felt for his intervention vanished in an instant.


    “I’m a victim too!” I snapped, the frustration boiling over. “They wouldn’t leave me alone. What was I supposed to do on my own?”


    The memory of Frank, Jessica, and Irene’s relentless harassment sent another wave of anger crashing over me.


    “You are really…” Bryan looked like he was about to scold me but stopped himself midway, biting back his words.


    He turned his fury on the bystanders, shouting, “What are you gawking at? Get lost!”


    The crowd quickly dispersed, frightened by hismanding presence. Frank and Jessica, who had been tangled in their fight, froze, fear dawning in their eyes as they realized who had arrived. They stood trembling, barely able to meet Bryan’s gaze.


    “Your… Your Highness, why are you here?”


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    Bryan scoffed coldly, his eyes narrowing. “If I hadn’te, I wouldn’t have known someone dared toy a hand on a Lycan prince’s woman.”


    He took a step forward and kicked Frank to the floor with such force that it sent a shock through the air.


    “Especially you! It seems the lesson I taught youst time wasn’t enough. How dare you harass Makenna again! Are you asking to die?”


    Frank whimpered, his body curling in on itself, too terrified to fight back.


    Bryan’s boot pressed down on Frank’s face, his voice dripping with venom. “Frank Thomas, is it? You really have a death wish, don’t you?”


    Frank screamed in agony, scrambling for an excuse. “This is a misunderstanding! Your Highness, I swear, it’s all a misunderstanding! I would never dare to touch your woman!”


    Jessica and Irene knelt nearby, trembling with fear, not daring to utter a single word in Frank’s defense.


    Bryan’s gaze grew even colder, and he pressed his foot harder against Frank’s face, eliciting another agonized scream.


    “Your Highness! Makenna can exin! Please, ask her!” Frank cried out, his voice desperate.


    Bryan turned to me, one eyebrow arched. “Are you going to exin for them?”


    I could sense a trace of jealousy in his voice, which struck me as odd. What was there to be jealous about? But I was too drained to dwell on it. I had no intention of exining anything for them, nor did I have the energy to scold them. Instead, I silently turned and began to walk away.


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