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Chapter 215
Chapter 215
Elder Lamonte’s face was expressionless.
His calm eyes met with Janet’s gaze for a brief moment and then looked away.
“Lady Janet, did you get a clear look at the killer?” Elder Pierre asked urgently.
“No,” Janet shook her head.
“This is unacceptable.”
Westin said in a deep, anger–filled voice, his sharp gaze traveling around the crowd,
“First my elder got poisoned, and then my Queen got assassinated under my roof? How did this happen!”
The elders held their heads down in silence, including Elder Lamonte.
Elder Pierre rubbed his chin, staring at the cloth in Janet’s hand, “The color of this piece of cloth is intriguing…it is grey…”
Elders from the House of Shadow made a grumbling noise.
Elder Lamonte said in an icy tone, “What are you implying, Pierre? Simply because the killer chose to dress in grey, the House of Shadow became responsible?”
“The House of Shadow has been fighting with King Westin’s choice of Queen from day one! You have a motive!” Pierre cried loudly.
“We want a Lycan as Queen. Yes. But that doesn’t mean we would assassinate the King’s fiancé. The accusation is outrageous-”
“Oh cut the crap, Lamonte, we all know that you are a rotten, sneaky person!”
“ENOUGH!”
Westin’s enraged voice echoed in the large hall.
The crowd quieted down immediately.
“I don’t want to hear another word of your argument,” Westin said freezingly. “One thing to be certain is that I will hang the traitor’s head on top of a flagpole very soon.”
“…Yes, My King,” the elders murmured in unison.
“Anything else we need to discuss today?” Westin rubbed his forehead impatiently.. A white– cloaked elder stepped up from the House of Light and bowed to Westin:
“My King, you and Lady Janet still haven’t recognized your mate bond, right? I strongly urge you to do so as soon as possible. Once you are mated and give birth to an heir, the werewolf and the Lycan will be forever united-”
“What heir?” Janet gasped, rounding her eyes.
Giving birth to an heir?
What the hell was he talking about?
“An heir with the blood of a werewolf and Lycan. Only the birth of such an heir can secure a long– lasting alliance between werewolf and Lycan,” said the elder.
But Westin didn’t mention a word about this to her!
What the hell-
“I need a moment with my Queen,” Westin said hastily.
The elders bowed and exited the great hall one by one.
The doors closed with a creaking noise, leaving the room to the two of them. Westin walked down from the raised platform and stood in front of Janet. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.
“No,” Janet said quickly before he opened his mouth.
“…You haven’t even heard me out yet.”
“I don’t fucking need to!”
Janet clenched her fists glaring at Westin, “Our deal is that I will pretend to be your Queen till you get your elders in line! I won’t recognize the mate bond. And certainly won’t give birth to your heir!”
Westin crossed his arms, a taunting look on his handsome face, “You think you have
a choice?”
“Of course I do!”
“In case you haven’t figured out the situation you are in, let me remind you: you are in a dangerous, foreign land with no one else to protect you but me. If you decline. my proposal now, my love-”
He placed one hand on the back of her neck, drawing her close. His voice became hoarse.
“-you will definitely regret it later. And I will be very, very, very disappointed.”
Janet looked straight into his enchanting eyes.
Then she let out a snort, “Let me remind you of your situation, Westin. Your elders want a werewolf Queen and an heir. But what if I tell them that our relationship is fake and you are simply a shameless abductor who kidnapped me from my loved ones, will the elders get so disappointed in their King that they turn their backs on you? It will be interesting to find out. Don’t you think?”
Westin raised an eyebrow.
He didn’t look mad but was smiling instead.
“You are very attractive when you make a threat, my love,” he chuckled.
Janet glared at him.
“Too bad that your threat means nothing to me.” Westin shrugged, “There are some resistances from the elders, yes. But no matter what happens, they will never, ever turn their backs on me. They won’t dare.”
Janet gritted in fume
Shit.
“Can’t you find someone else to be your Queen?” she growled frustratedly, “I
alrandu told woul
already told you! My heart is with Daran
Westin clenched her chin abruptly.
“Then change your heart,” he said in a deep, husky voice. “You are my mate, my Queen, the only person I want by my side. The sooner you realize this, the better.
She breathed heavily.
His gaze traveled down from her eyes to her lips. His eyes darkened.
He started leaning in, his lips falling on hers-
Janet placed a hand on his chest and stopped him.
“Don’t make me hit you,” she hissed by his ears.
He froze.
The smile faded from his face.
He let go of her chin and looked down at her with cold eyes, “I will give you one week
to think this through.”
“I already told you! I don’t-”
“One week.” he interrupted her, forcefully. “That is the longest I can wait. Then we will recognize the mate bond and have a grand mating ceremony.”
“You can’t force me to recognize the mate bond!” she cried furiously.
He smiled an icy smile, “Oh yeah? Watch me.”
Janet stood on her spot with her body slightly trembling in rage.
She was forced into a dead corner.
Could she find a way to escape this place within one week?
Could Daran arrive here and rescue her in time?
Either way, none of them could get themselves through that mist forest without getting lost.
One thing she did know for sure was that she would never, ever cave into Westin!
“Oh and there is another matter,” Westin said. “You need a guard to protect you 24/7, especially when I am not around.”
“Let me get killed and you can have a new Queen,” she said acridly.
Westin smiled, “That is not going to happen. You will live a long and peaceful life right by my side.”
He blew a whistle.
The doors opened up and a tall figure came striding in.
“Let me introduce you to Clemente, the best warrior within this Kingdom,” Westin said.
Janet turned around to look at this warrior named Clemente.
She saw his eyes first.
A pair of cold, grey eyes.
The same pair of eyes that she met in the darkness last night. A freezing chill was sent down her spine.