?Chapter 787:


    The rapid pace brought with it an overwhelming pleasure. I tried to move, but his grip held me firmly in ce. Each thrust seemed to reach my very core, sending waves of uncontroble tremors through my legs.


    The wet sound of our bodies colliding mixed with my moans and Dominic’s growls, filling the room. “Dominic… I can’t…” I stuttered, trying to plead.


    Usually, he would only push harder, but this time he released inside me.


    A warm sensation spread through me as I copsed against him, a milky fluid seeping out between my thighs. Before I could catch my breath, Dominic shoved his hardness into me again, forcing some of the fluid deeper, and began moving once more.


    Dominic continued for a long time, giving me wave after wave of ecstatic release. Finally, he picked up a banana from a nearby fruit te and inserted it into me.


    “What… what are you doing?” I asked weakly, my voice heavy with exhaustion.


    Dominic kissed me softly on the lips and whispered, “I want us to have many children.”


    Too tired to argue, I closed my eyes and immediately drifted into a deep sleep.


    Dominic’s POV:


    As Makenna sumbed to sleep, the weight of exhaustion finally taking its toll, I carefully tucked her in. Her face, serene in slumber, stirred a storm of emotions within me—an intricate dance of sorrow, guilt, and helplessness.


    With a quiet sigh, I rose from her side, my movements deliberate yet swift. The tension in my chest was almost unbearable as I made my way downstairs. I found a servant and instructed him, “Please summon Prince Bryan and Prince yton. Tell them we have matters of great importance to discuss.”


    “At once,” the servant responded, vanishing down the hall.


    Before long, the sound of footsteps echoed, signaling their arrival. Bryan entered, his impatience palpable in his expression. “What could you possibly want at this hour?” he demanded.


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    I leaned back against the sofa, my gaze lifting to meet theirs. “I’ve uncovered the reason behind Makenna’s hostility toward us and learned what Jett has been whispering in her ear.”


    Bryan froze, his irritation fading into shock, while yton’s eyes grew sharp, his urgency clear. “What exactly did he tell Makenna? Speak quickly!” yton urged.


    I tapped the armrest of the sofa thoughtfully, collecting my words. “Makenna told me today that Jett imed her family was murdered by the Lycan royal family.”


    Bryan stood motionless, his eyes wide with disbelief. “How could that be? That’s… impossible!”


    yton’s reaction was no less severe. His face softened with disbelief, his voice barely a whisper. “Did she really say that? Are you certain she told you this?”


    I nodded somberly, my heart heavy. “I asked her repeatedly. There’s no mistake. If what she says is true, the rift between us and Makenna might be beyond repair. We may never return to the way things were.”


    yton paused, his face clouded with doubt. “If that’s the case, should we still move forward to draw Jett out?”


    His hesitation was palpable, and I could hear the conflict in his tone. “If we go after Jett now, it could push Makenna even further away. She’s already angry with us—any more pressure could drive her to hate uspletely.”


    I leaned back, my body sinking into the sofa as a rare sense of helplessness washed over me.


    Bryan, however, was seething. His jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides. “We have to find him! If it weren’t for Jett’s meddling, none of this would have happened!”


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