?Chapter 777:


    Makenna looked as if she’d been struck by lightning. She stood rooted in ce, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her whole body trembled as the weight of it all came crashing down.


    “And then? What happened to my father?”


    Her voice cracked, and tears pooled in her eyes. Yet she refused to let them fall, her stubborn strength holding them back as if refusing to show weakness.


    Jett’s POV:


    I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander back to the night Leonardo set his betrayal into motion.


    That bloody, chaotic night was still burned into my memory. I spoke slowly, the weight of it heavy in my voice.


    “Your biological father never saw Leonardo’s treacherying. Because of that, he was ughtered in the middle of the uprising… By then, the Saint was already carrying you. Strong-willed as ever, she refused to give in to Leonardo, even if it meant her own life. By some miracle, I managed to shield her and help her escape the pce, but I wasn’t as lucky and got captured.”


    I paused, the memories flooding my mind.


    “To keep you safe and to avoid being hunted down, Josie had to change her appearance and marry your so-called father, Connolly Dunn.”


    At this, Makenna’s hands flew to her face, and tears spilled from her fingers. Her body trembled, shaking with grief.


    Through her sobs, she whispered, “Why? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”


    I met her eyes, a quiet resignation in my gaze. “I needed you to see the true, ugly face of the Lycan royal family. Only then could you cut ties with those princes and focus on your revenge.”


    I stepped closer, gripping her shoulders with firm, unyielding hands. “Your father is gone, but you’re the one carrying the real Lycan royal bloodline. It’s your duty to reim what’s rightfully yours.”


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    Ovee with the shocking truth, Makenna appeared crushed. Her eyes were empty, her soul adrift.


    She murmured, “I’m just an ordinary girl. I need time to think… Please, just let me have some peace.”


    Breaking free from my grip, she gently passed Winfred to Rosaline, her steps faltering as she stumbled away, running off into the distance. Rosaline watched her go, concern written all over her face, her feet instinctively moving to follow.


    I quickly stopped her, shaking my head. “Let her go. She needs time. She’ll sort it out.”


    Rosaline paused, looking torn before she nced down at the child in her arms, hesitating to speak.


    After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice quiet. “Should we tell Makenna that this child is hers?”


    I gazed down at the child’s innocent smile, my heart a mixture of emotions I couldn’t quite ce. Was I to curse fate for its cruelty, or should I ept this unexpected turn?


    This child was Makenna’s. He had somehow survived despite the chaos that had unfolded. Kidnapped by Antoni and thrown into a whirlwind of misfortune, he’d somehow managed to make his way back to her. But Antoni had used a magic potion on the child, making it so that Makenna couldn’t sense her connection with him.


    The child carried not just Makenna’s blood, but also the tainted blood of the false Lycan royal family.


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