?Chapter 1094:


    Though her walls hadn’tpletely crumbled, she was at least contemting the possibility.


    With an understanding nod, I offered her a gentle smile. “Take the time you need, Pa, but weigh your decision carefully.”


    Pa remained silent, acknowledging my words with only the slightest incline of her head.


    I squeezed her shoulder reassuringly before turning toward the exit.


    Without hesitation, yton fell into step beside me, his fingers intertwining with mine.


    The corridor stretched before us in silence, our footsteps creating a rhythmic echo as we moved through the emptiness, one trailing slightly behind the other.


    yton halted abruptly, turning to offer me a reassuring smile. “Makenna, you’ve handled everything beautifully. Now let us shoulder the burden.”


    “Okay.” Lifting my gaze to meet his, I studied his face.


    The corridor lighting cast dramatic shadows across his striking profile, revealing traces of weariness beneath his gentle expression.


    An ache blossomed in my chest as fresh tears spilled down my cheeks, impossible to contain. “You reckless fool,” I choked out, my voice thick with emotion, “why must you act so impulsively?”


    A softugh escaped yton as he bent forward, his lips delicately brushing away my tears. “Makenna, this decision wasn’t made lightly—I’ve contemted it for countless nights.”


    His fingers drifted through my hair with tender reverence as he slowly pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes overflowing with unspoken promises and profound emotion.


    I froze, gazing up at him with widened eyes.


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    yton maintained a surprising serenity, his voice deepening as he exined, “I’ve anticipated the white wolves’ animosity from the beginning. That’s why I procured this potion from Jett—to demonstrate the depth of mymitment.”


    His words washed over me as I stared into his face, my heart a tempest of conflicting emotions—tenderness, heartache, and gnawing concern.


    Ovee, I threw my arms around him and clutched his solid frame, burying my face against his chest as my voice emerged broken and tear-stained. “You insist on carrying these burdens alone…”


    yton stroked my back soothingly, his smile warm and indulgent. “If I’ve truly moved you, perhaps you could show your appreciation in more… intimate ways.”


    The suggestion caught me off guard, heat immediately rushing to my cheeks. I couldn’t help but deliver a light punch to his shoulder, both embarrassed and exasperated. “You… you’re truly incorrigible…”


    Makenna’s POV:


    Before I had a chance to react, yton’s long arms swept me effortlessly into his embrace.


    “Ah!” I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck, startled by the sudden closeness.


    “Makenna,” he murmured, shing that familiar, mischievous grin, “what are you so afraid of, hmm?” His eyes glittered as he nced down at me, clearly amused by my reaction. “I’m not ying around,” he teased.


    Without giving me a moment to respond, he strode forward with purpose, carrying me straight toward my bedroom.


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