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    Grace hesitated, torn, but Jett remained resolute, his voice firm. “No! If we go, we go together!”


    I could feel my strength draining, my body shaking as I teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. I shouted with thest bit of my energy, “You have to go! I still need to know the truth! If something happens to you, who will tell me everything?”


    With determined grit, Grace dragged Jett away, despite her own injuries.


    As they turned to leave, Jett’s voice echoed back. “Makenna, can you see the true nature of the Lycan royal family now?”


    I watched them walk away, tears slipping down my cheeks as I realized the painful truth.


    I finally saw it clearly—the three princes and I were never meant to be.


    I held on, waiting until they werepletely out of sight, and then my body, worn and weak, surrendered. I copsed to the ground, the exhaustion overwhelming me.


    The world around me blurred, and before I knew it, darkness took me.


    Time slipped away, and when I regained consciousness, I found myself in a familiar room, a wave of dread settling over me.


    Was I going to be imprisoned again?


    The wound on my neck had been carefully bandaged, but the pain in my throat was unbearable—dry, fiery, and raw. I attempted to sit up, desperate for water, but the movement jarred the injury, sending a sharp, biting pain through my neck.


    “Hiss…” I gasped, wincing in agony, and the ss of water slipped from my hand, shattering as it hit the floor. The door flung open in an instant, and the three princes rushed in, their faces filled with concern.


    yton looked at me, his brow furrowed in worry, his voice soft yet urgent. “Are you alright? Is there anywhere else you feel ufortable?”


    Bryan and Dominic stood right behind him, their eyes reflecting the same anxiety, their concern palpable.


    Makenna’s POV:


    As Iid eyes on the three of them, an overwhelming sense of helplessness surged within me, as if I were drowning in an ocean of emotions I couldn’t control. Turning away, I closed myself off with an air of indifference, letting silence speak louder than any words could.


    Bryan, noticing my frigid demeanor, seemed torn between anger and fear. His handsome features twisted as he shouted, “Do you have any idea how close you came to death back then? That dagger nearly severed your major artery! You could have died!”


    His deep blue eyes, once full of warmth, were now bloodshot, brimming with an unbearable pain.


    I let out a bitter, hollowugh, my voice ragged with exhaustion. “At that moment, I was ready to embrace death. What’s there to fear in life or death?”


    Dominic, unable to contain his frustration, grabbed my wrist without warning.


    “Ah!” I winced, a sharp twinge of pain shooting through my arm.


    His grip was unyielding, causing my wrist to throb. His eyes, dark and stormy, locked onto me with a frustration that burned like wildfire. “Who is he? Is he really that important to you?” he demanded, his voice a chilling growl.


    Before I could respond, yton shoved Dominic aside with a force that sent him stumbling back. His brow furrowed in irritation. “She’s still hurt. Enough! Calm down, and let’s talk.”


    At his words, Bryan and Dominic both inhaled deeply, their tension easing as they tried to regain control.


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