?Chapter 1079:


    Was it possible that Jett truly was the Wizard n’s second prince, concealing such an extraordinary secret from us all this time?


    Makenna’s POV:


    The calcting smile that crept across Alex’s face told me he had the upper hand, even as I stood frozen in thought.


    Alex extracted an ornate bottle from within his robe, dangling it before us with casual menace. His voice dripped with mock generosity, nearly taunting us. “This antidote can save ten people. Consider it a benevolent offering from the Wizard n. If you wish to spare the remaining townspeople, surrender that person to me.”


    He paused deliberately, eyes narrowing as his lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “I should remind you, this is quite the generous proposition. You understand what must be done.”


    With that, Alex pivoted and strode from the main hall with unmistakable arrogance, his pride radiating through the room like a tangible force.


    In his wake, the already oppressive silence thickened until it seemed to press against my skin.


    Every gaze in the room swiveled toward Jett, scrutinizing him with prating intensity, as though attempting to unveil his secrets through sheer will.


    Jett bowed his head, his fingers clenching and unclenching rhythmically—a nervous habit betraying both his uncertainty and the weight of unspoken knowledge.


    Concern and bewilderment tangled in my chest as I studied him.


    Seconds stretched into eternities before I mustered the courage to voice the questions burning in my mind. “Jett, who are you really? Is what Alex said true? Are you actually the second prince of the Wizard n?”


    I fixed my gaze on him, hope and dread battling within me—hungry for truth yet terrified of what it might reveal.


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    Jett lifted his head with painful slowness, his gaze sweeping across each face before finally settling on mine. His lips quivered with the burden of confession.


    After an agonizing pause, he finally spoke, his voice rasping with the strain of admission. “Yes, I am the second prince of the Wizard n.”


    His confession rippled through the room like a shockwave. Color drained from stunned faces as people instinctively retreated, treating Jett as if he had morphed into something dangerous—a threat to be avoided at all costs.


    The three princes stiffened, their eyes sharpening with vignce and distrust.


    Even Dayton and Maia furrowed their brows in concern.


    I remained rooted to the spot, my feet seemingly fused to the floor beneath me.


    Words formed in my mind but died in my throat, strangled by the tumult of emotions churning inside me. For a heartbreaking moment,nguage failed to capture the storm of feelings raging within.


    Jett inhaled deeply, his expression hardening with resolve, as if crossing some internal threshold. Slowly, he began to unveil his truth. “Many years ago, the king of the Wizard n vited a werewolf prisoner—a beautiful young woman. After bringing me into this world, she spiraled into an inescapable depression until finally, she took her own life.”


    As the painful narrative unfolded, shadows of anguish darkened his eyes, his voice growing thick with suppressed emotion. “As someone of mixed blood, despite carrying royal lineage, my existence in the pce of the Wizard n was nothing short of torment. The eldest prince fabricated usations against me, and the king banished me without hesitation. Since then, I’ve wandered without purpose or home, never belonging anywhere.”


    Jett faltered, then turned his gaze toward me. The sorrow in his eyes softened slightly. “Later, through a twist of fate, I found myself stranded on the battlefield where Josie discovered me. Had she not taken me in, I would have died long ago.”


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