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    His voice trembled, threatening to shatter. “Makenna, stop lying to me. I don’t want anything else; I just need to know you’re alive and well.”


    I felt the warm cascade of his tears against my neck, and the realization struck me like lightning—Dominic was crying.


    In that unguarded moment, guilt wrapped its tendrils around my heart and squeezed it tight.


    After what seemed like an eternity of hesitation, I finally raised my hands, slowly, gently returning his embrace. My voice emerged as soft as a whisper,den with remorse. “I’m sorry. I have my reasons…”


    “What are you doing?”


    The thunderous question, sharp with anger, sliced through the air. That familiar voice turned my blood to ice. When I looked up, my fears were confirmed—it was Alden.


    His eyes zed with fury and disbelief.


    I hastily pushed Dominic away, my movements jerky with panic. Dominic’s face darkened instantly at the sight of Alden, like the sky before a violent tempest.


    Oblivious to the dangerous undercurrents swirling around us, Alden marched forward, positioning himself like an unyielding shield before us.


    “Are you forcing her?” He challenged Dominic directly, his usation hanging in the air like a drawn de.


    A dangerous glint flickered in Dominic’s eyes as his cold gaze narrowed to razor-sharp focus. He spoke with cial precision. “Who do you think you are to dare question me like this?”


    His tone carried a natural authority and nobility—like a de wrapped in velvet—silently warning Alden against any rash actions.


    However, Alden stood his ground, unflinching. “No matter who you are, if you’re forcing her, it’s wrong! Just because you’re a prince of the Lycan royal family, do you think you can do whatever you want in broad daylight?”


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    Dominic released a cold chuckle, raising his chin with disdain before signaling me to speak, his provocation clear. “You tell him, did I force you?”


    Alden turned to me, his expression softening with concern as he urged, “Ailyn, don’t be afraid, I’m here.”


    My heart thundered against my ribs like a caged bird, and I shot Dominic a pointed re, deliberately raising my voice to ensure Alden would hear. “Yes! He did force me! He embraced me against my will!”


    At my deration, Alden’s suspicions crystallized into righteous fury, his body trembling with barely contained rage.


    Just as he was about tosh out at Dominic, the prince moved with lightning speed, extending his arm and sweeping me up into his embrace in one fluid motion.


    “Ah! Let me go!” I cried out, my fingers instinctively grasping Dominic’s sleeve for bnce.


    Dominic’s voice dripped with arrogance as he addressed Alden, each word a calcted jab. “That’s right, I am forcing her. What can you do about it?”


    With that parting taunt, Dominic pivoted and strode away, carrying me as effortlessly as if I weighed nothing.


    Alden, witnessing this brazen abduction, refused to yield and immediately gave chase.


    But a contingent of guards materialized seemingly from thin air, forming an imprable barrier across Alden’s path.


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