?Chapter 664:


    Under his relentless assault, my body began to betray me. My once-dry vagina grew wet, slickening his thrusts. The wetness only spurred Bryan to greater aggression, his dick plunging mercilessly inside me.


    “Ah… ah…” As the initial pain faded, waves of pleasure began to crest. The friction drew more moisture from me, and my cries of distress softened into moans.


    When I finally stopped fighting, the fury in Bryan’s eyes melted into raw hunger. He growled low against my skin, “Makenna! You’re mine—you can only be mine!”


    My body moved in rhythm with his forceful thrusts, my breasts bouncing wildly. “Oh… ah…” I cried out, going limp beneath him. My gaze grew distant, earlier anguish reced by soft, involuntary moans.


    “Bryan… oh… I hate you…” I red at him weakly, my strength fading with every deep thrust until only helpless groans remained, heating my cheeks with shame.


    “You’re not allowed to hate me! You should love me!” Bryan’s voice was raw as he hissed in my ear, his grip tightening possessively. “You belong to me! Open your eyes and see who’s making you feel this way!”


    Our bodies moved relentlessly against the sheets. The bedframe creaked in rhythm with our ragged breaths and soft, pleading moans. Time seemed to stretch into eternity.


    With a low, guttural groan, Bryan thrust deeply several more times before finally spilling himself inside me. My body shuddered violently as I climaxed with him, copsing weakly into his arms.


    Just when I thought it was over, Bryan turned me around and drove into me once more, rough and urgent…


    Martin’s POV:


    I watched as Makenna cried and struggled while Bryan carried her into the ward next door. In that moment, the sorrow on my face faded, reced by a deep, weary exhaustion.


    Gathering what little strength I had, I pushed myself up, dusted off my clothes, and muttered, “Makenna, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. Only by seeing the Lycan royal family’s true colors will you finally give up on them.”


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    Suddenly, a faint sound from the window caught my attention. I turned and spotted a swift, red-haired figure slipping inside. Evie? What was she doing here at this hour?


    I raised an eyebrow, ready to ask, but she spoke first, her brows drawn in concern. “Jett, are you alright?”


    “I’m fine. Just minor cuts,” I replied evenly.


    Evie let out a quiet breath of relief, though her face soon clouded with unease.


    Sensing her hesitation, I pressed, “If something’s on your mind, just say it.”


    After a pause, she finally voiced her thoughts. “Jett, is it really right to deceive Makenna like this? She believes the three princes have slept with other women, and it’s breaking her apart.”


    A cold chuckle escaped me, hatred shing in my eyes. “Don’t we owe it to the dead white wolves to seek vengeance? Without the shameless fools of the Lycan royalty, would the white wolf n have met such a fate?”


    “But…” Evie lowered her gaze, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes. “I might be too young to fully understand the feud between the Lycans and the white wolves, but I wouldn’t have yed along with deceiving Makenna if it weren’t for my grandmother’s orders.” Her eyes widened as curiosity sparked in them. “Jett, didn’t you escape the pce with Makenna’s help? Why did you return? And tell me—after your magic potion worked, did the three princes really sleep with other women?”


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