Chapter 70:
Makenna’s POV:
The crude act stretched into the early hours of dawn, leaving me to finally see Bryan depart with a smug look of satisfaction.
Before he walked out the door, he gripped my neck tightly, issuing yet another warning. “You remember what I told you? If it happens again, you won’t escape my wrath.”
As the door closed behind him, I found myself clenching my fists, anger and shame swirling within me like a storm ready to break. The throbbing pain and bruises on my body were cruel reminders of the vile acts he had forced upon me throughout the night.
If only I could, I would end his life.
But Bryan was the oldest prince of the Lycan royal family, a force of nature in his own right. I was insignificant, a mere speck in his world. For someone like him, snuffing out my life would be no more difficult than squashing an ant underfoot.
Biting down hard on my bottom lip, I forced myself to bury the fury, struggling to push myself off the bed.
No matter what, I had to stay strong. Survival came first, and then revenge.
With every step a painful effort, I dragged my battered body to the bathroom, desperate to cleanse myself, to wash away every trace of him from my skin.
But when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, terror gripped me.
Bruises covered my body like a canvas of suffering, with cruel marks scattered everywhere, especially across my chest. My nipples were swollen, and even the gentlest touch brought a stabbing pain that made me gasp.
Anger and sorrow surged through me, and I clenched my fists as I made a silent vow.
“Bryan Reeves, I won’t let you get away with this.”
After forcing myself to regain some composure and cleaning up, I dragged my aching body to the training room. I had no choice; it was nearly time to start.
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Elayley was already there when I arrived.
She shot me a withering glance and sneered. “Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence. Acting all high and mighty now, aren’t you? You’re late.”
The pain radiating through my body had already put me on edge, and I had no patience for her. I ignored her completely and took my seat, hoping it would offer a brief moment of relief.
As I remained silent, Hayley’s face twisted with anger. She opened her mouth to lash out at me again but then seemed to think better of it, biting back whatever harsh words she had on the tip of her tongue.
I frowned, puzzled by her restraint. Hayley never missed an opportunity to put me down, yet here she was, holding back. Something felt off.
But the pain in my body refused to let me focus on figuring it out. Instead, I rubbed my aching back, cursing Bryan under my breath yet again.
Hayley slammed her fist on the desk, cutting straight to the point.
“The servants have taken your measurements and recorded them. Based on your preferences, the dresses have been arranged. You’ll receive them now. Check for any issues.”
Alice, sitting beside me, whispered in surprise, “That was fast. It must be because we’re in the palace.”
Her innocent reaction brought a fleeting smile to my face. I explained, “They probably just picked out dresses that match our sizes. There wouldn’t have been time for them to design and tailor each dress specifically for us.”
After all, we were nobodies in this grand palace. Why would the royal tailors bother creating something unique for us?
“I see,” Alice murmured, her voice filled with understanding.
While we talked, servants entered the training room, each holding a few boxes of dresses. Excitement spread through the room like wildfire, and Alice’s face lit up with curiosity. Everyone eagerly took their boxes and began to open them, excited to see the dresses inside.
Dresses in the boxes raised exclamations in the training room.
Under the influence of such an atmosphere, I couldn’t help but feel curious too. Then, I opened my box to check my dress.
However, after I unfolded it, I was annoyed.
A few big holes appeared on the well-made dress. Also, the size was much larger than mine. I couldn’t fit in it.
