Chapter 953
Chapter 953:
But Evelyn’s face drained of color, a fleeting glint of panic flashing in her eyes, her pallor stark against the dim light.
A chill smirk curved my lips as I tilted my head, my voice dripping with frost. “Oh? Anthea’s memorial passed months ago. Slipped your mind, did it?”
Evelyn’s mother froze, her expression a mask of stunned dismay. Evelyn bit down on her lip, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles gleamed white as bone.
Just then, a soft rap at the door broke the silence, followed by Makenna’s familiar lilt. “May I enter, Your Highnesses?”
“Come in,” I replied, my tone clipped.
The door creaked open, and Makenna, disguised as Ailyn, glided in. Beside her stood a man with a granite-hard expression—Edward, her ever-present shadow.
My gaze darkened as a flicker of recognition stirred. Could Edward be Jett in disguise? I narrowed my eyes at Makenna, my voice cool and detached. “What brings you here?”
Makenna played her part with practiced aloofness, dipping into a courteous bow, her tone deliberately icy. “Edward has something to share, so I’ve escorted him here.”
I shifted my attention to Jett, who stood behind Makenna, my patience thin and my tone sharp. “Out with it, then.”
Jett stepped forward, his piercing stare drilling into Evelyn. His words fell like stones, deliberate and heavy. “She is a hybrid—half she-wolf and half witch.”
Makenna’s POV:
The moment Jett stopped speaking, the expressions of the three princes darkened, their faces etched with tension and disbelief. Evelyn, on the other hand, looked as though all color had drained from her face. Her body shook uncontrollably, and her eyes burned with fiery rage as she lashed out at Jett.
“You’re lying! This is nothing but a vile accusation!”
𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝑔ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿ⅽ𝗈𝗺
I observed Evelyn with a cold, detached gaze, my eyes devoid of any warmth. Slowly, I retrieved the potion Jett had handed me earlier, a faint, mocking smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Without hesitation, I flung the potion onto Evelyn, the liquid splashing across her in full view of the stunned onlookers.
“Ah!”
Evelyn’s piercing scream echoed through the room as her body began to change. Wolf ears sprouted from her head, and a thick, furry tail emerged, yet her transformation remained incomplete.
She was trapped in a hybrid form, unable to fully shift into a wolf. I stared at her with icy contempt, my voice sharp and unyielding.
“The hallmark of a hybrid is their inability to fully transform, retaining only partial werewolf traits. It seems you are that very hybrid.”
Evelyn crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide with despair, her body trembling violently. The pride and composure she had once carried were gone, replaced by a hollow, broken look.
Jett stepped forward, his lips twisting into a smirk, his sharp gaze brimming with mockery. His voice carried a biting sarcasm as he spoke.
“In reality, you and other sex slaves never actually slept with the princes. You used a potion to cloud their senses, tricking them into believing they had spent the night with their sex slaves. This time, Alden was merely the latest victim of your deception.”
The truth unraveled—Evelyn had manipulated all three princes, drugging them into a state of delirium where they mistook their actions. This cruel scheme had led to the complete collapse of my relationship with them, turning everything into a tangled mess of misunderstandings and betrayal.
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