?Chapter 734:


    I looked up at her. Like me, she was a half-werewolf, half-witch who had been saved by the Saint during the war. We had both pledged our loyalty to the Saint since then.


    After that great battle, I was captured and held by Molly’s family while Grace had gone into hiding. After the failed assassination, I managed to escape from the pce and meet up with Grace. Together, we nned to make Makenna lose faith in the three princes and instead put her trust in us.


    However, now our n had beenpletely disrupted. I recounted everything that had happened earlier today to Grace in detail.


    Her eyes widened in shock when she heard what I had to say. “Are you saying Antoni drugged you and Makenna?”


    I nodded silently, my mind still in turmoil. What exactly was Antoni hoping to aplish? Was it just topletely destroy Makenna’s rtionship with the three princes?


    “I think I get it now!” Grace eximed, her eyes lighting up with understanding.


    I tilted my head curiously at her, signaling her to continue.


    “Does it feel like the effects of the aphrodisiac have worn off?” she asked.


    Her reminder brought the realization that the unbearable heat in my body had indeed subsided.


    Grace continued, “Antoni drugged you both and led you near the hospital. His intention was to make the princes believe Makenna was having an affair with another man. Once Makenna is taken back to the pce, the evidence of the drugs in her body would have disappeared, causing the princes to not believe her.”


    A wave of nausea churned in my stomach at this scenario.


    Grace, however, seemed to be quite pleased. “This might yet work in our favor. Makenna is likely to be tortured by the princes. This would cause her to bepletely disillusioned with the Lycan royal family.”


    Despite the fact that our n was on track to seed, I felt no joy. The image of Makenna’s disappointed and pained expression weighed heavily on my heart.


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    My thoughts drifted back to the kiss I had shared with Makenna. She was Josie’s daughter.


    Guilt and self-reproach filled me, and I raised my hand and pped myself hard. “Damn you!”


    Grace was startled by my actions.


    I took a deep breath to steady myself and said, “Our priority now is to rescue Makenna.”


    The picture of Antoni’s face filled my mind, and my anger boiled. “And as for Antoni, I swear I’ll make him pay dearly.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    I trailed behind the three princes to the hospital, my mind a muddled haze, my steps heavy with dread.


    Inside, a swarm of doctors descended on me, poking and prodding, their clinical precision robbing me of any sense of humanity.


    I felt like a lifeless puppet, strung along by invisible threads, my vacant eyes fixed on the sterile gleam of the medical equipment.


    Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each second dragging its feet like an unwilling child.


    Atst, after what felt like an eternity, one of the doctors approached, report in hand. He addressed the princes with a deferential bow. “Your Highnesses, our tests confirm Miss Dunn is neither drugged nor physicallypromised. Her health is impable.”


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