?Chapter 483:


    “As I thought, you’re really hiding here.” Bryan’s sharp eyes cut through me like an eagle spotting prey, his tone cold andced with authority.


    My heart plummeted, sinking as if I were falling into a bottomless pit. Alice moved swiftly, throwing a quilt over me, but Bryan shoved her aside without a second thought, as if she were little more than a nuisance. His cold gaze swept over me, then paused, a look of shock crossing his face.


    He growled, “Makenna, what on earth is happening?”


    Dominic and yton, their faces mirroring Bryan’s surprise, stared at me, frozen.


    At that moment, I wished more than anything that I could vanish, but it was far toote—they had already seen me in my wolf form. My lips curled into a snarl as I tried to frighten them away, but the weakness in my body betrayed me. I appeared less like a threat and more like a fragile creature clinging to survival.


    They moved closer, step by step, their expressions shifting from shock to something I couldn’t quite name. In the midst of my despair, Alice and Evie positioned themselves in front of me, arms spread wide, daring them to take another step.


    Atst, they seemed to notice the raw fear in my eyes, and they stopped advancing.


    Swallowed by sorrow, my voice trembled as I asked, “Now that you know what I am, what do you n to do? Kill me? We’re enemies, after all.”


    “Kill you?” Dominic’s eyes clouded with confusion and a touch of sadness. “Makenna, is that what you really think? That we would harm you?”


    I forced a hollow smile, my voiceced with bitterness. “I believe you might care for me. But I can’t help but wonder—am I more important than your throne?”


    As soon as the words left my lips, yton stepped forward, his eyes unwavering, filled with a rity that scattered the shadows of my doubts. “Makenna, you are far more important. You have never been just a choice to me.”


    I stared at him, stunned, unable to believe what I was hearing.


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    Bryan, his face caught between resignation and anger, demanded, “Is that why you ran?”


    I lowered my gaze, unable to meet his eyes, shame weighing me down. Bryan’s frustration boiled over, his voice thundering through the room. “Do you really think I’m so desperate for the throne that I would need a woman to risk her life for a child, or capture a white wolf to gain favor with my father?”


    I stayed silent, pressing my lips together as my emotions churned in an endless storm.


    yton approached the bed, gently taking my white-furred paw in his hand, his eyes soft yet unyielding. “To me, you are what matters most,” he said with quiet conviction.


    The weight on my chest finally lifted, a flood of long-buried grief rising to the surface, threatening to break free. But in my wolf form, the onlyfort I could find was burying my face in my paws, the tears trapped inside me as my body trembled with unspoken sobs.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Iy sprawled on the bed, overwhelmed by a mix of embarrassment and disbelief at my own predicament. The princes, grasping the absurdity of the situation, exchanged amused nces.


    Dominic, his expression tinged with both confusion and curiosity, stared at me in my wolf form. “What on earth is going on here?” he asked, clearly puzzled. “As a white wolf, you should be able to heal yourself with ease. So why do you appear so frail, teetering on the edge of death?”


    His words ignited a spark of confusion, like a sudden storm cloud darkening the room.


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