?Chapter 693:


    Bryan red at me, clearly displeased with my tone. “I came to see you. I heard you went on a date with Dominic. Am I so unworthy of your attention?”


    His long fingers gripped my chin and forced me to meet his eyes, a dangerous glint in them.


    “You should treat us equally. I can’t stand favoritism!” he finished.


    A surge of anger bubbled up within me, and I shook off his hand and snapped, “I can’t stand any of you!”


    yton chose that moment to step in between Bryan and me. “What happens between Makenna and me is none of your business. Go back to where you came from!” he said. His face was stern, and he red at Bryan with obvious hostility.


    “She’s not yours alone, yton,” Bryan retorted through gritted teeth.


    What did they take me for? They were ridiculouslypeting against each other for me. Fed up with their behavior, I scoffed and turned to leave.


    However, they both seized my arms hard enough to bruise when I tried to go.


    Burning with rage, I shook off both their hands and said, “What do you take me for? I’m not a toy you can y with whenever you feel like!”


    They started to speak, wanting to exin themselves. However, I raised my hand, stopping them.


    “Enough!” I said coldly. “If you both truly cared about me, you would respect me and think about what I want, not just what you want.”


    My words caused them both to lower their heads in shame. I chuckled bitterly before turning around and walking away without sparing them a nce.


    Evie’s POV:


    As Makenna walked away, my grandma moved her gaze from her and turned to me with a serious expression.


    “Evie, is she a white wolf?”


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    I smiled warmly, nodded, and answered softly, “Yes, Grandma. Makenna is truly kind-hearted.”


    Grandma gave a small nod and her face lit up with a soft smile. “Right. I thought so too. Her kindness reminds me of Josie, the Saint.”


    The mention of the Saint caught me off guard. Surprised, I asked curiously, “Grandma, does Makenna have some connection to the Saint?”


    She nced at me, her lips parting slightly as if she were deciding whether or not to share something. Her hesitation only made me more eager to know.


    “Grandma, please, tell me!” I urged.


    I tugged on her arm, pleading, “Grandma, please! I’m dying to know.”


    Grandma let out a resigned sigh and gently patted my head. “Evie, you’re still so young. There are things I’m not sure you’re ready to hear just yet.”


    I looked at her intently and said, “Grandma, I need to understand more about Makenna to figure out if Martin is trustworthy.”


    At the mention of Martin, Grandma hesitated briefly, as though searching her memory for who he was. Then, with a faint smile, she shook her head gently and said, “That Martin? He’s anything but trustworthy.”


    “What?” I eximed, leaping to my feet in shock. “I knew it! I have to tell Makenna immediately. She needs to know the truth.”


    Without wasting a second, I was ready to dash out. But Grandma reached out and stopped me with a firm hand and a slightly disapproving look. “You’re always so impulsive. I wasn’t done talking.”


    I turned back to her, eager to hear the rest of what she had to say.


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