Chapter 485
Chapter 485:
Evie seemed to find comfort in his words, her nerves settling. She began to speak steadily.
“I overheard my grandmother once mention something about the white wolf clan’s saint. Apparently, a wizard was always by her side. This wizard wasn’t just skilled; he was fiercely loyal and could brew potions like no one else. But his potions always had a strange scent to them, something that stood out.”
A strange scent…
I furrowed my brows, trying to piece it all together. It was right after I noticed that odd smell that I felt my strength fading. Evie glanced at me, her expression filled with concern. “Makenna, if you truly come from the white wolf clan, it would make sense that only a magical potion could weaken you like this.”
The three princes exchanged glances, disbelief etched on their faces. They couldn’t swallow the idea that the werewolf territory’s defenses were flimsy enough for a wizard to slip in unnoticed.
Dominic pressed his fingers to his temples, clearly frustrated. “If a wizard’s already inside our territory, how safe are any of us? The threat would be enormous.”
Bryan’s eyes narrowed, deep in thought. “Something still doesn’t make sense. If a wizard managed to sneak in so quietly, wouldn’t it make more sense to target someone important—like our father or the three of us? Why waste all that effort on Makenna?”
His question hung in the air, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off as well. I was nothing more than a mere sex slave. Why would anyone go to such great lengths to target me?
Just then, Clayton’s expression darkened, his face shadowed as if a bitter memory had clawed its way back to the surface. Worried, I asked softly, “Prince Clayton, is something troubling you?”
Clayton rubbed his forehead, clearly trying to jog his memory. After a pause, his gaze met mine, his voice slow and measured. “The day I first sensed the presence of Molly’s…”
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Makenna’s POV:
“Child, I caught a faint whiff of a strange fragrance. It vanished almost instantly, so I brushed it off at the time.” His words stunned everyone.
A thought bubbled up in me, and I couldn’t help but murmur, “Could Molly have some connection to this wizard? Do you remember any other details from that day?”
Clayton’s expression shifted sharply, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint, as though he’d just stumbled onto something infuriating.
“I never accepted that Molly was carrying my child,” he said, his tone ice-cold. “But Molly went straight to Father and insisted that I would sense it. Father forced my hand, so I tried. That was when I caught that fleeting scent. Right after, I could feel the child inside her.”
Alice let out a sharp gasp, her hands flying to her mouth. “Could it be… that the reason you sensed the child at all was because of the magical potion?”
Clayton’s eyes flashed with sudden clarity. His fists clenched as he growled, “It’s possible. I need to dig deeper into this.” Bryan and Dominic exchanged wary glances. Bryan was the first to speak.
“We’ll send a team to investigate Molly’s house immediately. If she’s in bed with a wizard, there’s bound to be evidence there.”
Molly’s POV:
The moment Jett handed me the potion, my heart leaped. I wasted no time, sending someone to infiltrate the hospital and deliver the deadly brew to Makenna. A rush of adrenaline coursed through me as I awaited the news.
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