?Chapter 812:


    Makenna’s POV:


    “What are you waiting for? Run!”


    Jett’s urgentmand pierced the air as his de danced menacingly, keeping the soldiers at bay. In one fluid motion, he positioned himself between me and danger, his determination zing as he carved through the encirclement.


    Themotion caught the princes’ attention, and they fought desperately against the wall of soldiers to reach me. Yet, with each step forward, more guards swarmed them, turning their rescue attempt into a brutal dance of steel and survival.


    They battled relentlessly, their weapons singing through the air as they held back wave after wave of attackers, all to ensure my freedom.


    Jett moved with renewed vigor, the princes’ intervention easing his burden. He became death’s shadow, fluid and unstoppable, weaving through the chaos to forge my escape route.


    We finally broke free from the suffocating circle of soldiers, but victory was short-lived. Leonardo’s rage-filledmand thundered behind us. “Deploy every soldier! Capture her at any cost!”


    The soldiers’ worries for the princes’ lives made them hesitate, their uncertainty creating vital moments for Jett and me to slip away. But fate had other ns.


    Antoni materialized before us at the garden’s edge, nked by his men, his presence an imprable wall.


    His eyes gleamed with the cold, calcting stare of a predator who had cornered its prey, sending ice through my veins and freezing me mid-step.


    “Makenna, you truly are a member of the White Wolf n.” Antoni’s lips curled into a cruel smile as maniacalughter spilled from his throat.


    His appearance was the final piece of this twisted puzzle.


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    Everything that had transpired today—it was all his carefully orchestrated plot!


    Rage erupted within me like a volcano. “Antoni,” I snarled through clenched teeth, “when did you uncover my identity? What poison did you use to drive the sex ves into madness?”


    His features contorted into something inhuman, his voice dripping with malice. “You have your son to thank for all of this.”


    My son?


    I was stunned, my mind nk.


    Antoni’s grin stretched wider, his features twisting into something more sinister than any demon’s visage.


    His voice dripped with cruel satisfaction as he revealed, “The child you rescued from the horse farm is your flesh and blood.”


    “What did you say?” The world tilted beneath my feet as I swayed, anchored in ce by the weight of his words.


    His eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he savored each revtion. “The day of your delivery, I orchestrated the switch—your newborn for a lifeless child. I ced him with the stable servant,manding her to torment him, but preserve him.” Antoni’s voice rose with dark excitement. “And oh, what a discovery she made—the boy possessed extraordinary healing abilities.”


    His gaze locked onto my wrist, amusement dancing in his eyes. “That day at your residence, I witnessed your wound mending itself. Given your son’s… unique condition, the truth of your White Wolf lineage became crystal clear.”


    “Winfred… is my son?” The whisper escaped my lips as disbelief warred with dawning horror.


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