Chapter 8 Savor The Moment, Babe

Makenna's POV:

The sharp slap sliced through the stillness of the garden, reverberating like a thunderclap.

Frank stood there, utterly dumbfounded, as the sudden sting registered on his cheek.

It took a moment for him to gather his wits, disbelief flickering across his features as he covered the spot I had struck. "Makenna Dunn! How dare you hit me?" he bellowed, his voice a mix of shock and fury.

"You think being around the princes gives you a free pass? Believe me, I could end you," he growled, his eyes ablaze with malice as he clenched his fists, poised to strike.

But I didn't flinch. Instead, I lifted my chin defiantly.

"Tomorrow, I'm meeting the king. If he sees any injuries on me and asks about it, I'll tell him all about your dirty deeds."

Frank's face turned a shade of crimson, trembling with rage at my words. "If you dare spill your guts, the king will punish you too; you'll be tossed out of the palace. You'll wish you were dead!" he spat, teeth gritted.

A sneer curled my lips. I had reached a point of no return; what did I have left to fear?

"If it comes to that, we might all go down together. I've got nothing left to lose."

I locked eyes with him, hatred simmering beneath the surface as I spoke coldly. "Don't think that dragging me into the palace means you're safe. I won't let you off the hook. None of you will escape what you've done."

For a moment, Frank looked taken aback by my resolve. He stood there, stunned, before regaining his composure and hurling one last threat. "Just you wait! I won't let you get away with this."

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed off.

I watched his retreating figure, my heart boiling with anger.

Those who had betrayed and harmed me would not find forgiveness easy.

As I turned to leave, a mocking smile caught my eye, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Prince Bryan..." I stammered, stumbling back a few steps as though struck by lightning.

"Up late, waiting for me?" he teased, his voice low and husky.

He lifted my chin, a playful yet menacing glint in his eyes. "Makenna, this time, I'm going to enjoy you thoroughly."

Memories of the day flooded back, and I trembled in fear. "Your Highness..."

I tried to plead, but before I could gather my thoughts, Bryan crashed his lips against mine.

He kissed me with a fervor that felt like he had been starving for this moment, prying my mouth open with a brutal intensity that left me gasping for breath.

"Mmm..."

I wanted to resist, but Bryan, a Lycan prince, was an unstoppable force. He held me tightly, leaving no room for escape.

In a panic, I struggled, but he offered no reprieve. One hand gripped my waist while the other slipped beneath my clothes, squeezing me roughly.

"I've wanted this earlier," Bryan murmured. Finally releasing my lips, his breath hot against my ear, he whispered each word like a twisted incantation. "They feel just as good as I imagined. I like them."

His warm breath sent shivers down my spine, weakening my knees. I felt as though I might crumble.

Bryan chuckled, holding me firmly, and brazenly lifted my shirt, licking my nipple before sucking on it with fervor.

The sound of his sucking echoed in the air, and the shame of being violated in public sent tremors coursing through me. I could only plead with him, saying, "Please, not here. Please let me go..."

But Bryan was undeterred, his depravity on full display. He didn't care who might see. He continued to suck forcefully, pressing his hardness against my thigh.

"Is it big?" he asked, lifting his head from my chest, a smirk dancing on his lips, one eyebrow arched.

I bit my lip, refusing to answer such a humiliating question.

Bryan laughed, undeterred by my silence. "Consider yourself lucky to have my attention. Don't worry; I'll have you right here and now."

With that, he effortlessly tore open my shirt and continued to rip apart my pants.

"Ah!" I gasped in shock. As I grasped for something to cover myself, the cold air prickled my exposed skin, raising goosebumps all over me. In my panic, I struggled to figure out where to start.

Bryan's laughter rang out, deep and mocking.

He yanked off my bra and stuffed it into my mouth, whispering in a low voice, "Savor the moment, babe."