?Chapter 491:


    Bryan, his patience wearing thin, shot me a frustrated re. “Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?” he snapped. “I could’ve handled Kristina for you!”


    A bitterugh escaped me, though it was devoid of humor. “Bryan, she was going to be the future Lycan queen. I was… nothing. How could I ask for your help?” The air between us grew heavy with the tension of unsaid words. Their gazes shifted—regret, guilt, frustration.


    yton reached for my hand. His fingers were warm, his touch gentle. “I’m sorry, Makenna. You’ve suffered a lot.”


    I met his eyes, feeling the sting of old wounds. “It’s in the past now,” I sighed, though the bitterness lingered. “But I’m getting that ne back. It’s a keepsake from my mother.”


    His expression hardened with resolve. “You will. I’ll make sure of it.”


    His words carried a certainty that lightened the burden I had been carrying. “Thank you,” I breathed. “You don’t know what this means to me.”


    The moment of calm was short-lived. A sharp knock interrupted the silence, and the door creaked open to reveal Amon, his face drawn with tension.


    He gave a slight bow in Bryan’s direction before speaking. “Your Highness, I found nothing suspicious at Molly’s house. But I did discover something strange—Molly recently collected many herbs and bones, hearts, and other remains of rare animals.”


    Herbs? Bones? Hearts? A chill ran down my spine at the mention of such grotesque items.


    What could she possibly need those for?


    But as I turned to the princes, their faces had already hardened with understanding. Dark, knowing looks passed between them.


    Bryan clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. “Those are the ingredients for magical potions,” he growled, anger radiating from him.


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    My stomach churned at the realization, and I could feel my pulse quicken. “Then Molly’s been plotting against me!” I blurted, anticipating this leverage. “We have to tell His Majesty—he has to know!”


    But Bryan was already shaking his head. “No. Those ingredients could be used for a variety of things. We don’t have solid proof.”


    Dominic and yton both nodded, echoing Bryan’s words.


    Amon’s tone grew graver still. “Your Highness,” he continued, eyes locking with Bryan’s, “there’s more.”


    “Go on.”


    “Today, when Molly met with His Majesty, that holy white light appeared again. His Majesty is overjoyed. There’s talk… he might consider making her a princess.”


    “What?” The words hit the room like a bomb. I felt the world tilt as I struggled to process the enormity of it.


    Bryan mmed his fist against the wall. “That will not happen!” he snarled through gritted teeth.


    Even Dominic, the calmest of the three, looked shaken. His brow furrowed, and for once, he seemed uncertain.


    “Where does her powere from?”


    Silence fell among us like a heavy curtain.


    Each of us was lost in thought, trying to make sense of the impossible situation we found ourselves in.


    Molly’s POV:


    It was utterly baffling. After sensing the child, yton dashed away in a rush, not even sparing a nce in my direction.


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