Chapter 516
Chapter 516:
A fierce pang of jealousy rose in my chest, nearly snapping my composure. Makenna! Why did she always have to be there? I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, but I felt no pain. Why? Why did Clayton give her such tender care? I should be the one standing beside him!
But it didn’t matter. Soon, I would be the Lycan Princess, and Makenna would be nothing but a memory.
With that, I forced myself to bury the jealous flames, took a deep breath, and steadied my composure.
The ceremony began shortly after. Guided by the ceremonial officer, I moved through the rituals, every step and gesture perfected.
“Hold on…”
Just as I was about to complete the last step, a voice echoed through the hall, stopping me cold. I froze, a sense of dread coiling within. I turned sharply to see Makenna stepping forward…
Makenna’s POV:
Standing in the center of a gathering of sex slaves, I watched as Molly stood on the brink of becoming the Lycan Princess. I could feel it in my bones—this was the moment to shatter the silence and unveil the truth.
“Hold on—”
Drawing in a steadying breath, I stepped forward with conviction, my voice slicing through the ceremony.
From his high seat on the throne, Leonardo’s expression darkened instantly as he heard me speak. His face was a mask of authority, laced with irritation as he demanded, “Makenna! What do you think you’re doing? How dare you interrupt such an important ceremony!”
But I stood firm, unbothered by his looming presence, and met his gaze without a hint of fear. “I’m here to reveal Molly’s deeds,” I declared, my words heavy with intent.
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The hall burst into uproar at my statement. Molly’s face, moments ago bright with excitement, froze. Her delicate features twisted with anger as she spat out, “Makenna, are you so jealous of me becoming the Lycan Princess that you’d cause a scene at my ceremony?”
Leonardo seemed to share the same thought. His displeasure was unmistakable as he stated coldly, “Makenna, this investiture is no petty affair. If you delay it or bring shame to the royal family, you’ll pay dearly.”
Unflustered, I looked him in the eye and replied calmly, “Your Majesty, I wouldn’t be saying any of this without proof.”
Leonardo’s gaze sharpened, darting from me to Molly with suspicion as he demanded, “What evidence do you have? What exactly are you accusing her of?”
I lifted my voice, letting every word carry across the hall. “Molly is carrying another man’s child, not Prince Clayton’s. And worse—she used a magic potion on me, trying to harm my child, a Lycan descendant!”
Gasps filled the air, and shock rippled through the crowd. Leonardo’s face tightened, the shift in his expression unmistakable. Yet, I held my ground, my gaze locked on Molly, whose earlier composure had crumbled, leaving her looking lost and terrified, as if she couldn’t comprehend how I had uncovered her secrets.
“Makenna!” Molly finally snapped, her voice sharp as she glared at me. “This is all lies! If the child wasn’t Prince Clayton’s, how could he possibly sense it? Answer that!”
Just then, Clayton strode forward, his well-tailored suit accentuating the sharpness of his features. His handsome face was set with grim determination.
“Because you used a magic potion, tricking me into sensing a child that isn’t mine.”
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