?Chapter 733:


    Was this it?


    Was this the reality of their so-called love and trust? When the chips were down, I was left standing alone, surrounded by usations and doubt.


    Destion settled over me like a heavy fog. I felt hollow, drained of any will to defend myself. Lowering my gaze, I spoke in a voice raw with exhaustion. “This is who I am. If this is the version of me you choose to believe, then punish me all you like.”


    “Makenna Dunn!” Bryan roared my name like a thunderp, his frustration spilling over the edges. With a forceful yank, he threw open the cell door.


    The metallic door reverberated like a death knell as it mmed against the wall. In a sh, Bryan was in front of me, gripping my chin with bruising intensity. His eyes zed with fury, his breath hot and wild like a beast pushed to the brink.


    I could practically see the veins pulsing on Bryan’s forehead, his bloodshot eyes zing with unrestrained fury.


    “Have you no conscience?” he barked. “We’ve always cared for you! Why would you do this to us?”


    A sharp cry escaped my lips as the pain in my chin became unbearable. His grip was irond, but I refused to let the tears pooling in my eyes fall. Through clenched teeth, I bit out, “I don’t need your kindness.”


    Dominic and yton hurried in after him. yton, ever the peacemaker, grabbed Bryan’s arm and dragged him back. His tone was heavy with fatigue as he said, “Makenna, he’s not thinking straight. He’s lost his mind over this. He didn’t mean to hurt you.”


    I turned my head away, locking them out with my silence. yton’s voice came again, softer this time, tinged with an almost pleading weariness. “So, what’s the real reason?”


    Their usatory stares, shadowed with doubt and disappointment, were the final straw. A surge of anger rose within me, hot and unstoppable, breaking through my restraint. “I was drugged!” I spat out, my voice trembling with both rage and anguish. “This was all a setup! But tell me, if I exined, would you even believe me?”


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    Myposure shattered, and the tears I’d fought so hard to suppress spilled over, tracing hot paths down my cheeks. They dripped onto the cold, unyielding floor beneath me, each drop a testament to the helplessness I felt.


    Martin’s POV:


    I jumped out of the window and made my way back to my hideout within the werewolf territory.


    Grace Mendez, mypanion, immediately sensed that something was off and hurried to me the moment I stepped into the small courtyard at the hideout.


    At that point, it felt like I had been drained of all the energy in my body, and I weakly let her lead me to a chair, which I copsed into.


    “What’s the matter?” Grace asked, her expression filled with concern.


    I looked up wearily as I recalled everything that had happened earlier today. With a sneer, I said, “We might have been set up.”


    Grace frowned at this. “What happened?” she asked.


    I took a deep breath and said, my voice low and heavy, “It seems Antoni’s goal is the same as mine. He wants to drive a wedge between Makenna and the three princes.”


    Grace still looked puzzled. “Why didn’t Makennae back with you? I’ve never seen the Saint’s child,” she said.


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