?Chapter 927:


    In an instant, I felt his arousal press against me, and I froze, a mix of embarrassment and panic flooding me. I pushed against his arm with all my strength, managing to break free. I tumbled off the bed, putting as much distance between us as I could.


    “I really have to go!” I stammered, my face burning.


    Bryan looked like he wanted to argue, but yton’s calm voice interrupted, saying, “Makenna’s identity can’t be revealed yet. If the wrong people find out, it could spell disaster.”


    Bryan sighed, his expression reluctant but understanding.


    He didn’t stop me as I grabbed my clothes from the floor, hastily pulling them on. I didn’t even notice my shirt was buttoned wrong. Without a second nce, I bolted out of the room and raced back to the Pierce family mansion.


    When I stepped into my room, I froze.


    Jett was there, sitting silently on the sofa, his figure cloaked in shadow.


    His eyes were dark and unreadable, his posture tense.


    My stomach dropped, and a wave of nervousness washed over me. “You…” I avoided his gaze, my voice barely above a whisper. “Jett, why are you in my room?”


    His voice was rough and strained as he replied, “I’ve been here all night.”


    His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, worry, and something else I couldn’t quite ce. I bit my lip, unease growing within me.


    “You… you didn’t sleep at all?”


    He ignored my question, his voice sharp and using. “Where did you go with those three princes? Why didn’t youe backst night?”


    “I…” I couldn’t meet his eyes, my words failing me. Regret twisted in my chest. How could I have been so thoughtless? I knew how much Jett despised the Lycan royal family, yet I hadn’t considered his feelings at all.


    My silence seemed to ignite something in him. He surged forward, grabbing my wrist with a force that made me wince. His voice rose, trembling with anger. “Have you forgotten the hatred between the white wolf n and those impostors?”


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    I bit my lip, fear creeping in. What if the aphrodisiac in our systems was triggered? I tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. Taking a shaky breath, I tried to exin.


    “Those three princes aren’t like Leonardo. They—”


    “You’ve been fooled by them!” Jett cut me off, his voice harsh. “They’re all the same—cruel, deceitful, andpletely untrustworthy!”


    As he spoke, a sudden heat surged through my body, spreading from deep within. My heart raced, pounding so hard I thought it might burst.


    No. The aphrodisiac was taking effect!


    Panic set in as I struggled against Jett’s grip, my voice trembling. “Jett, let go of me! I… I don’t feel well…”


    But Jett was beyond reason. Instead of releasing me, he pulled me into his arms. Before I could react, his lips crashed onto mine, leaving me breathless and overwhelmed.


    Makenna’s POV:


    “Mm…” Jett’s gaze burned with intensity, his lips and tongue iming mine with a hunger that left me breathless. He kissed me with such raw passion that resistance seemed impossible, his breathing growing ragged with each passing second.


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