?Chapter 656:
“If you’re going to make excuses, at least make them usible,” I said with a sarcastic smirk. “Do you really think someone could drug all of your food at once?”
The three princes fell silent, exchanging looks heavy with panic and guilt, too stunned to speak.
“Just leave,” I said coldly, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. “I just want to be alone right now, regardless of the reality.”
Makenna’s POV:
The three of them lingered at the doorway, an unspoken tension hanging heavy in the air. For a long moment, no one moved, and then, without a word, they turned and walked away.
As I watched their figures fade into the distance, a strange mix of emotions churned inside me. My heart felt hollow, as though someone had scooped out a vital piece of it, yet, somehow, I also felt an odd sense of relief—like I had finally let go of a burden I had been carrying far too long.
The sound of hurried footsteps snapped me out of my thoughts. Evie and Alice rushed over, their faces etched with worry.
“Did the princes really sleep with those women?” Alice asked.
I nodded, the movement feeling as heavy as my heart.
Alice’s eyes glistened with tears, and without warning, she wrapped me in a fierce hug. “Makenna, it’s okay. You can’t rely on men for happiness. But you have me—you’ll always have me…”
Her words shattered the fragile wall I had built around my emotions. Tears poured from my eyes as I buried my face in her shoulder, sobbing like a child who had held in pain for far too long.
Alice cradled me protectively, her hand gently patting my back. Her voice, low and fiery, carried her outrage. “Those three princes are nothing but cowards and jerks. How dare they treat you like this?”
I didn’t know how long I cried, but by the time the storm of tears finally subsided, my face felt raw, and my eyes were swollen. Exhausted, I sat on the floor, my hair a tangled mess and my heart aching.
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Alice and Evie, ever the pirs of support, helped me onto the sofa, nking me like sentinels on either side.
“You must be drained,” Alice coaxed gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “Come on, eat something. It’ll help.”
Evie chimed in with an encouraging smile, taking my hand in hers. “I made your favorite noodles. Please, just a little? For me?”
Their concern was palpable, and though my appetite was nonexistent, I nodded. Evie’s face lit up, and she hurried into the kitchen, returning momentster with a steaming bowl of noodles.
The aroma filled the room, rich and inviting, but my heart wasn’t in it.
“Just a bite,” Evie urged softly, her voice gentle, like she was coaxing a child. “You’ve been through so much. You need to eat something.”
With trembling hands, I picked up the bowl and forced myself to take a bite. The warmth of the food did little to ease the chill lodged deep in my chest. Tears blurred my vision again as I whispered through the lump in my throat, “I don’t understand why… why it had to be this way.”
Alice’s hand found its way to my hair, her fingers stroking with sisterly affection. “Because they’re selfish idiots. The entire Lycan royal family are assholes.”
“Absolutely!” Evie added with an emphatic nod.
Their shared outrage sparked an unexpectedugh from me—small, bittersweet, but genuine. Their fiery loyalty, their willingness to carry my pain as if it were their own, was something I hadn’t realized how desperately I needed.
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