?Chapter 730:


    Makenna’s POV:


    I thought Bryan’s punch was meant for me, and the sheer terror of it brought tears to my eyes. I clenched them shut, bracing for the blow.


    When I dared to open them again, Martin was suddenly there by my side. I hadn’t even noticed his approach. His face was shadowed with a stormy expression as he shoved Bryan away with surprising force.


    “She’s scared out of her wits. Can’t you see that?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.


    Bryan froze, taken aback for a split second, but his shock quickly twisted into searing rage. His eyes zed as he bellowed, “Stay out of this! Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? You’ve got a death wish, don’t you?”


    Before I could blink, Bryan’s fist was hurtling through the air, aimed squarely at Martin.


    But Martin was faster. He caught Bryan’s punch mid-swing, his grip like a vice.


    Martin’s eyes darkened, his anger bubbling to the surface. “Instead of pointing fingers, why don’t you ask her what really happened today? Aren’t you supposed to care about her? Love her? So why the hell can’t you trust her? Hypocrites, the lot of you.”


    His words were like throwing gasoline on an open me. The three princes bristled, their fury igniting on the spot.


    Dominic, his icy gaze narrowing into slits, stepped forward. His voice was as cold as a winter night. “Who exactly are you? How dare you spout off like that! Watch your tongue.”


    “Who am I?” Martin’s lips curled into a bitter smile, his eyes alight with simmering hatred. “I’m the one who’s about to take your lives.”


    And with that, Martin struck. His punch was a blur, faster than lightning, and Bryan, caught off guard, didn’t stand a chance. The blownded squarely, sending him stumbling backward in a daze.


    ??α???????? с????ρ???????? ??α??????ν??????﹒?????


    “You’re dead meat!” Dominic and yton shouted in unison, their faces contorted with fury.


    In a sh, the three princes transformed, their sleek forms morphing into wolves with razor-sharp fangs bared. They leapt at Martin, ready to tear him limb from limb.


    “Stop it! Don’t fight!”


    I tried to run forward, desperate to stop the chaos, but my legs felt leaden, and it was already toote.


    As expected of Lycan descendants, the princes moved like shadows, their speed unmatched. In the blink of an eye, they were locked in a ferocious sh with Martin, ws and fists flying.


    Martin, outnumbered and on the defensive, was steadily losing ground. Just as it seemed the princes might overpower him, he raised his hand sharply, and an eerie, sweet fragrance filled the air.


    The effect was immediate. The three wolves, wild and savage only moments before, faltered mid-lunge. Their powerful bodies crumpled one by one with heavy thuds, their forms reverting to human as theyy unconscious on the cold, dusty floor.


    “Ah!” The doctor, who had been frozen in stunned silence, suddenly let out a shriek of terror. His face pale as death, he stumbled backward and tried to flee.


    Martin’s response was swift and effortless. With a casual flick of his sleeve, the doctor barely managed a few shaky steps before copsing in a heap, unconscious like the others.


    .


    .


    .