?Chapter 1055:


    Rowell’s finger tightened again around my neck. This time, his ws pierced my skin, and blood trickled down my neck. I screamed out in pain.


    Suddenly, the smile on Rowell’s face shifted.


    Makenna’s POV:


    The fiery sting at my neck nearly dragged me into unconsciousness. I struggled to keep my eyes open and nced upward, catching sight of Bryan, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone pale, veins throbbing on his forehead with anger. Dominic’s usualposure had crumbled, unease flickering across his face. yton stood rigid with anger, looking as though he was a second away fromunching himself at Rowell.


    “Rowell, let her go, and we’ll leave immediately,” Bryan broke the silence first, his tone calm but firm,ced with quiet determination.


    Dominic and yton gave swift nods, their eyes filled with urgency and desperation.


    Aforting heat bloomed in my chest, yet the unease soon settled in. I pushed through the ache, steadying my voice even though it still trembled. “Please, don’t worry about me… You have bigger concerns. Don’t risk everything for my sake.”


    “Hahaha…”


    Rowell suddenly burst intoughter, tilting his head back, the eerie sound echoing. His narrowed eyes glinted with cold amusement. “Actually, I’ve had a change of heart. This woman has to die.”


    “Rowell! What the hell are you ying at?” Bryan’s face lost all color as he bellowed in rage. “You think this is amusing?”


    Dominic’s patience snapped, and his sharp stare bored into Rowell, every inch of him ready to rip the man apart. With a slow, measured tone and a voice that carried the chill of winter, he said, “Lay a finger on her, and I promise—I’ll erase your whole family.”


    Rowell didn’t respond to Dominic’s threat. His gaze, dark and predatory, slid over me, as though sizing me up like prey. In a low, menacing tone, Rowell spoke. “What exactly are you? Why does your blood carry the scent of white wolves?”


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    His voice struck like ice, sending a chill racing through me and stirring a deep, creeping fear. The look in his eyes dripped with venom, making my flesh prickle and my limbs shake beyond my control.


    I forced myself to speak, my voice weak butced with confusion. “What… what do you mean?”


    Rowell didn’t respond immediately. Instead, hepsed into deep thought, blinking as the realization hit him. Suddenly, his eyes widened with disbelief. “Could you be… the white wolf they’ve been searching for? Makenna Dunn?”


    He nodded to himself, a smug smile creeping across his face. “It all adds up now. The rumors about the three princes’ obsession with Makenna, even defying the king for her… It’s not surprising they’d venture into the werewolf forest for her. So, you must be Makenna.”


    His brow furrowed, a hint of confusion slipping through. “But the Makenna I saw at the pce lookedpletely different. If you really are her, what caused this transformation? Is there something you’re keeping secret?”


    My mind raced, but I kept my expression steady, forcing myself to remain calm despite the rising rm. I met his malicious gaze without flinching and retorted, “What are you implying by ‘the scent of white wolves’?”


    “Hahaha…”


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