Chapter 87:
Makenna’s POV:
Seeing the familiar figure, I couldn’t help but burst into tears.
It was Clayton who had come to my rescue.
Bryan, caught off guard, staggered from the punch. After wiping the blood from his lip, his irritation flared. “Mind your own damn business!”
“Are you out of your mind?” Clayton’s usual calm demeanor had vanished. He roared, “How dare you assault a woman right here in the garden behind the banquet hall! If word gets out, the reputation of the Lycan royal family will be shattered.”
“What’s it to you?” Bryan glared at Clayton, his voice dripping with menace. “Clayton Reeves, you better watch yourself. If you interfere again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
His threat was chilling. I knew Bryan was a lunatic, and I was terrified he might retaliate against Clayton.
But Clayton was unshaken. Standing firm, he faced Bryan with a steely resolve.
“I won’t back down,” he said firmly. “This banquet was organized by our father. What you’re doing is disgraceful. If he hears about this, you’ll be in even more trouble.”
Bryan closed his eyes in frustration, rubbing his temples. When he opened them again, his rage seemed to have simmered down.
“I’ll remember this,” he said coldly. “You’ll pay for what happened today.”
Bryan’s gaze lingered on Clayton before turning to me with a menacing look. “You think you’ve escaped? I’ll be back. We’ll see who protects you next time.”
His threatening glare left me trembling. With a sneer, Bryan straightened his clothes and stormed out of the garden.
The immediate danger had passed. Relief washed over me, though I nearly lost my balance. Clayton quickly moved to support me, his concern evident.
“Are you okay, Makenna? Did he hurt you?”
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I sobbed, clutching my chest and wrapping myself tightly in my torn dress. I felt utterly humiliated to face Clayton.
Understanding my distress, Clayton swiftly removed his coat and draped it over my shoulders. “Don’t worry. It’s over now. I’ll take you home. Okay?”
I clutched his coat, breathing in his comforting scent. It eased my nerves somewhat.
Still, I remained rooted to the spot, afraid of being seen in such a state.
The thought of the humiliation made me freeze.
Clayton must have sensed my anxiety. He gently patted my shoulder. “Don’t fret. I know a shortcut out of here. It’s rarely used, and my car is parked there. I’ll drive you home. Alright?”
His voice was soft and reassuring, as if soothing a child.
Gradually, his calm words helped me regain my composure.
Bryan had left, and I was safe now.
Through my tears, I looked at Clayton and nodded in agreement.
Taking my hand, he guided me toward the shortcut, leading us out of the garden and away from the chaos.
