?Chapter 444:


    Evie’s voice dropped to barely a murmur. “Werewolves with red hair… we get treated unfairly. If anyone found out I wasn’t like the others… they’d hurt me even worse.”


    My heart clenched. The pain in her voice was undeniable, and I could feel the weight of all the suffering she had endured. I took her hand in mine and looked at her with every ounce of sincerity I could muster. “Evie, you don’t have to hide who you are here. You’re safe with me, always.”


    Tears welled up in her eyes, but she smiled, nodding with a fierce determination.


    Just then, the door burst open with a resounding bang.


    Both Evie and I jumped at the sudden intrusion.


    Bryan stormed in, looking like a pissed bull. “Makenna, what the hell is going on with the guards at the front gate?”


    His fury hit me like a wave, and I shrank back instinctively, nervousness bubbling up inside me. I avoided his gaze, unsure how to exin. If I told him the truth about yton moving in, there would be no end to his rage.


    “Answer me!” Bryan growled, grabbing my chin with his rough fingers, forcing me to meet his burning gaze.


    “…I…” The words failed me. I was too nervous to utter a single word.


    Evie, ever the loyal protector, jumped in. “Your Highness, please—”


    “Shut up! Get out! This doesn’t concern you!” Bryan snapped, his eyes shing with anger. He turned back to me, squinting hard. “Those guards—they’re yton’s men, aren’t they? Tell me what this is about.”


    “It’s… it’s because Prince yton has moved in,” I stammered.


    The moment the words left my mouth, his face twisted with rage. “Makenna! I was only away for a few days, and you’re cheating on me with yton, aren’t you?”


    The usation cut through me, and my anger red just as quickly. “I belong to all three princes, Bryan, not just you! You can’t use me of cheating when this is the life I was forced into!”


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    His eyes widened, caught off guard by my bold response. But after the shock wore off, his fury only deepened. “Makenna, you unfaithful woman! You’re carrying my child, which means you’re mine! Do you understand?”


    “I’m not just yours!” I snapped, the heat rising between us. We were toe to toe now, voices raised, neither of us willing to back down.


    After a moment, Bryan, still fuming, stormed over to the sofa and copsed onto it, arms crossed and chin raised defiantly. “Fine. If yton’s moved in, I’m moving in too.”


    His words made my stomach churn. “What? No!” The protest left my lips before I could stop it. “You can’t move in!” If Bryan stayed here, it would be chaos. There was no way yton and Bryan under the same roof would end peacefully. Bryan was ice-cold.


    “Why is it fine for yton to move in, but not me? I’m staying whether you like it or not.”


    Without waiting for my reply, he called out to the servants, ordering them to bring his things in.


    “You can’t be serious!” I cried, trying to block the door, but it was pointless. The servants obeyed him without hesitation.


    I could feel my frustration building to a boiling point. I stomped my foot in anger and turned to Evie, who had quietly returned. “Makenna, what do we do now?”


    I sighed, pressing my fingers to my temples. “What else can we do? Get another room ready.”


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