Chapter 665

Chapter 665:

I frowned, irritation edging my voice. “Evie, you’re digging too deep with these questions.”

Yet she didn’t back down. Instead, she squared her shoulders and declared, “If I’m to help you, I need the full truth. Should I discover that your actions will hurt Makenna, I won’t hesitate to turn against you!”

Her defiance irked me, but beneath the annoyance, I couldn’t ignore the surge of respect I felt for her loyalty to Makenna.

Having someone like Evie, who genuinely cared for Makenna, was indeed a blessing.

After a brief moment of thought, I resolved to confide in her, hoping it would strengthen her determination to help me and deepen her resentment toward the Lycan royal family. This would only serve to fuel our quest to avenge the death of Makenna’s mother, the revered saint of the white wolf clan—Josie.

Flashback:

A month ago, my attempt to assassinate the Lycan king had failed, leaving me gravely wounded. To evade the palace soldiers who scoured the land for me, I staged my escape with Makenna’s help.

As my injuries slowly healed, I seized the chance to return to the palace in secret. By sheer luck, the palace was recruiting servants at the time—an ideal opportunity for me to blend in.

I had already prepared a magic potion that altered my appearance, enabling me to slip back inside undetected.

But reentering the palace was never my ultimate goal. I wanted more than revenge against the Lycan royals. I wanted Makenna to despise them to her very core, to ignite within her a hatred so fierce it would drive her to destroy them completely.

To accomplish this, I sought out Evie’s grandmother. She had once served Makenna’s mother, Josie, and her loyalty to Josie was as unshakable as faith itself. I knew she would be pivotal to my plan.

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Martin’s POV:

Finding Evie’s grandmother was surprisingly easy. The old woman listened intently as I laid out my plan, and to my relief, she agreed without hesitation. She even enlisted her granddaughter, Evie, to aid me, instructing her to shadow Makenna’s every move.

It wasn’t long before fate handed me an opportunity. A strange woman arrived at the palace, introducing herself as Evelyn Nixon.

She was half-werewolf, half-witch, like myself, but her magical prowess was laughable. Her witchcraft was so amateurish, and her schemes against Makenna were pathetic.

But that was good news. It worked perfectly in my favor. Her potions could only tamper with emotions, so Makenna wouldn’t be physically harmed.

And sure enough, Evelyn’s crude manipulations began sowing discord. A subtle rift formed between Makenna and the princes.

Then came Leonardo’s decree: the princes were to sleep with the palace’s sex slaves.

That proclamation was nothing short of a gift, a golden opportunity I couldn’t ignore.

I seized the moment, lacing the princes’ and sex slaves’ food and drink with my specially crafted magic potions. They were my masterpiece—colorless, tasteless, and utterly undetectable.

Their effects? Confusion, vivid hallucinations, and a complete inability to distinguish illusion from reality. Even if no one acted on their desires, every single one of them would wholeheartedly believe they had sex.

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