?Chapter 412:


    Makenna’s POV:


    My heart raced in my chest as I faced Dominic’s piercing gaze. Struggling to maintain myposure, I said, “Oh, I just stumbled upon it while searching for other books—just out of curiosity.” I stole a nce at him, gauging his reaction.


    “Really?” He chuckled softly, a slow smile creeping across his face. “I’ve always thought you bore a striking resemnce to the legendary white wolves.”


    His deep, lingering voice sent a shiver through me. I forced a smile, replying casually, “The legendary white wolves’ fur is as white as snow, while I’m just an ordinary gray wolf. There’s no resemnce between us at all.”


    Nervously, I twisted the hem of my shirt, trying to project calm while tension built inside me. Dominic raised an eyebrow, his eyes shing as if he could see right through me.


    “I recall you were bitten by a bear on the hunt, yet the scar on your arm was barely visible. Such remarkable healing ability is something only the legendary white wolf n would possess.”


    “That’s just your spection,” I countered, hiding my unease. “You didn’t witness the bite firsthand. Can you really use the scar on my arm as proof?”


    Though my argument was solid, Dominic’s keen gaze remained fixed on me. Feeling the weight of his stare, I quickly changed the subject. “If I were truly a white wolf, why have I felt so weak since I became pregnant?”


    His expression softened slightly, the darkness in his gaze deepening as he looked down at me. He reached out, gently ruffling my hair—a surprising tenderness contrasting his usual demeanor. In a low voice, he said, “I would much prefer it if you were a white wolf.”


    I blinked in surprise, uncertain if I had misheard. “What did you say? Could you repeat that?”


    But Dominic seemed to dismiss my question, a teasing smile ying on his lips.


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    Heat flooded my face as Dominic’s touch grew bolder, his mischievous smile never wavering. My breath hitched, my body betraying me as I tried to hold on to myposure.


    “Dominic, stop!” I hissed, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and humiliation.


    But he only leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “You say no, yet your body tells me otherwise.”


    I clenched my fists, fighting to keep control as I tried once more to shove his hand away. “You’re insufferable!” I spat, ring at him with all the strength I could muster.


    Dominic finally withdrew, his hand retreating with infuriating leisure. His grin lingered, shameless and triumphant, as if he had won some unspoken battle.


    With a casual shrug, he leaned back in his chair, flipping open the book he had pulled earlier as though nothing had happened. “Rx, Makenna. I promised I wouldn’t push you, didn’t I?”


    I turned away, my chest heaving, trying to steady the storm inside me. My thoughts were a tangled mess of outrage, shame, and a flicker of something I refused to name.


    Desperate to regain control, I stood abruptly. “I’ve read enough for today. I’m leaving.”


    Dominic nced up at me, his expression unreadable, though that same teasing glimmer still danced in his eyes. “Suit yourself,” he said smoothly, returning his gaze to the pages as if dismissing me entirely.


    I walked away as quickly as I could, my legs unsteady beneath me, vowing never to let him corner me like that again.


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