?Chapter 515:


    Alice’s cheeks flushed with anger as she muttered, “It’s absurd! Can’t they see you’re too weak? How can they treat you this way? And they still want to force you into that wretched ceremony?”


    But I remained calm, saying firmly, “Regardless, I’ll attend. I need to show everyone who Molly truly is.”


    Now that I held the evidence I needed, this was the perfect chance to expose Molly at her own investiture. I would make sure everyone saw her for what she truly was.


    Molly’s POV:


    Since the day I once more summoned the holy light, the king’s rewards had been flowing into my residence like an endless river. I watched the pile of treasures and extravagant clothing grow higher, a bloom of smug satisfaction filling my chest.


    Now, I was the pce’s pinnacle of sess—perhaps even the finest in the entire werewolf pack. Those who had once scorned me were now falling over themselves to shower me with ttery. Their smiles were stretched with hypocrisy, their words dripping with empty praise, but I reveled in the adoration. To stand above those who once belittled me was a feeling like no other.


    My life was finallyfortable. If it weren’t for the nuisance of Jett’s disappearance, I would have called it wless. That vile man dared betray me! But no matter. Once I ascended to the title of Lycan Princess, with power firmly in my grasp, I would hunt down Jett and tear him—and that wretched Makenna—to pieces.


    The day of the investiture crept up quickly. I woke early, nerves and excitement intertwining like wildfire. I had even hired the best stylist to perfect my appearance. As I watched him carefully trim and shape my hair, my heart pulsed with anticipation.


    With the servants’ assistance, I slipped into the splendid gown granted by Leonardo. The sequins scattered across the fabric zed as if stars themselves adorned me. Staring at my reflection, I barely recognized the woman in the mirror—the one once crushed under everyone’s boot.


    A self-satisfied smile curved my lips as I ran my fingers over the intricate embroidery of the gown, a swirl of emotions rising within me. Not long ago, I had been Kristina’s shadow, degraded and humiliated. Now, I was poised to be the Lycan Princess. And the child within me—he could be the future Lycan King.


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    What greater honor was there?


    Fixing my gaze on my reflection, I murmured with pride, “Molly, from today on, your life will change forever. No one will ever push you around again. You will be admired and respected.”


    Beside me, Gwyn poured on the admiration. “Miss White, you look as radiant as a goddess today. No one in the pack can hold a candle to your grace. Once you’re the Lycan Princess, your honor will be unmatched.”


    I smiled, handing her a ne from the table as casually as one might give away a leaf, and replied lightly, “Serve me well, and there will be rewards for you too.”


    A glimmer of delight sparked in Gwyn’s eyes as she epted the ne with a wide smile, promising, “Rest assured, I’ll serve you with my whole heart.”


    Not long after, I was in the car headed to the hall for the investiture. Excitement pulsed through me with each passing moment, fueling visions of my glorious future.


    When we arrived, I saw the three princes stepping out of their cars as well. They were dressed in formal attire, every detail of their appearance strikingly handsome. Their noble presence was captivating, but it was yton who held my attention. Those golden eyes, his high-bridged nose—every nce, every small gesture seemed to pull at me.


    “Prince yton…” I almost stepped forward to greet him, but then I saw her—Makenna, pale and weary, stepping out of yton’s car. At that moment, yton was beside her, supporting her with gentle care, as if she were a priceless treasure.


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