Chapter 153


    J’s heart skipped a beat.


    She could smell the fragrance of the shampoo and his enticing scent. Her wolf was making a light


    little purr, urging her to ept his invitation.


    But she shushed her wolf.


    “Do you want to fuck?” she asked, cutting straight to the chase.


    Westin blinked, looking a little taken aback. After a little pause, he burst outughing, “You just


    made me love you even more, J.”


    J raised an eyebrow, “Do you? Or do you not?”


    “I do. But I prefer to put it like this: I want to please you in bed, both physically and


    emotionally in a most loving and respectf


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    emotionally, in a most loving and respectful yet very rough and dirty kind of way.”


    He smiled, and wrapped a lock of her hair around his finger, “How does that sound? Any better?”


    J shrugged, “Sounds no different to me.”


    Westin chuckled, “Then what do you propose, mydy? I will that you ask me to do.”


    V was to –


    “I know nothing about you yet,” J said. “How about we get to know each other at little bit better


    first?”


    This man was hiding something.


    She could be sure of that.


    His identity was a mystery. He went undercover in the city of Grace Ruin for a certain reason. She


    must dig that out.


    At least, she should know whether he was an enemy or a friend.


    She would rather spend the rest of her life alone than mating with an enemy.


    Westin chuckled, “Old–fashioned. I like that.”


    He sat down on the floor, crossing his legs, and propped his hands on the floor behind his body,


    looking chilled and rxed.


    “So, what do you want to know?” he asked.


    J stared at him, “Who are you?”


    She was asking about his real identity, not the fake one that he currently uses.


    He smiled, “Westin Lawson. I already told you my name.”


    Her heart sank slightly.


    1. OK. So he chose to keep on lying.


    But she decided to give him one more chance, “Why do youe to the city of Grace Ruin? Why


    pledge your loyalty to Lance? And why do you serve in Morgana’s troops?”


    “That was a lot of questions,” he said, smiling.


    “You just said that you would agree to anything that I asked you to do.” J pointed out.


    “Well, yeah, fair enough.”


    He rubbed his chin, pondering, and answered after a little pause, “To answer your second question


    first, no, my loyalty is not with Lance. My loyalty is with my people and my people only.”


    “Your people?” J pursued eagerly. “Who are they?”


    Was he an Alpha of a smaller pack? And that was why she hadn’t met him before?


    Yet Westin simply replied with a mysterious smile and an elusive answer, “Yes, my people, AKA the


    people under my reign.”


    J frowned.


    That was practically bullshit.


    “Oh And I came to this city because I have noticed the chaos, the turmoil. I want to stay in the


    center of this storm and keep myself updated on the progress.”


    “Anyone who is not blind can notice that,” J said coldly. “There is a war.”


    “There is always a war, between the werewolves and the rogues.” Westin corrected her. “But this


    one is different. This is no normal war. If someone doesn’t put a stop to this turmoil, the order of this


    world will be lost, permanently.”


    She looked at him, even more suspiciously.


    “So you are talking about yourself, right?” she couldn’t help but ask in a slightly satcastle voice,


    “You. Amon rogue soldier. Putting a stop to this world war,”


    Westin didn’t look offended.


    He startedughing again, sounding amused.


    “A little guy can have dreams,” he blinked innocently.


    “I would call it narcissism.”


    Heughed, “Sure. But maybe I was talking about your ex, Alpha Daran. Maybe he is the world’s


    savior, not me. You two came to this city to kill Lance and end this war, right? That was the original


    n….Till he lost all control and decided to hang with the evil guy instead.”


    J didn’t like to discuss Daran with him.


    So she looked away.


    “Mind if I ask a couple of questions myself? Since we are getting to know each other now?” Westin


    asked.”


    “What?”


    “Since your ex is one of the bad guys now…” Westin leaned in and stared at her with a charming


    smile on his lips. “…What are the chances of you getting back with him. again?”


    This man just didn’t know how to take a hint.


    She didn’t want to talk about Daran.


    But he just kept stepping on her pain spot.


    “I am not going to answer that,” she shrugged.


    “I thought this is a must–answer kind of situation.” he protested.


    “I would rather stay in silence than lie,” she mocked.


    And that was you, a r.


    She added internally.


    A charming liar, of course. But still, a r full of bullshits and craps.


    Westin let out a sigh, “OK. So looks like you are not very happy with my answers tonight. Do I still


    have the chance of taking you to bed tonight?”


    Her wolf was screaming “Yes.”


    But she ignored that and answered icily, “No.”


    “Very well then.”


    Westin stood up and stretched his body a little bit.


    Then he bent down and spooned J up from the couch in one swift move.


    J was shocked.


    “What the fuck!” she cried, struggling in his arms, “What are you doing!”


    Was he going to force her just because she said no?


    His arms were wrapped firmly around her shoulders and legs no matter how hard. she resisted.


    “Rx,” he said.


    He walked to the bed, and set her down, nice and gentle.


    “You have a nice sleep,” he smiled, looking down at her panic–stricken face. “Do you want me to tug


    you in?”


    She red at him, her heart still racing.


    “Why are you looking at me like that?”


    A yful smile appeared on his lips, making those dimples on his cheeks even more obvious.


    “If you keep staring, I might get the wrong idea and climb up to the bed as well,” he said, half–


    joking, half–serious.


    …You are going to take the couch?”


    “Yeah. Obviously. Can’t let thedy sleep on the couch.”


    He yawned, stretched, and paced back to the couch.


    “Good night,” he said before turning off the light. “I will wake you before the maid’s gathering time.


    The light was off. The darkness fell upon them.


    J pulled the bedsheet up to her chin and wrapped herself in it.


    She could not figure out this man.


    Daran was hard to read already. But this man was even worse.


    His thoughts and mind were hidden behind the charming smile that he wore as a mask, and it was


    impossible to decipher.


    He was dangerous. And mysterious.


    And most importantly, very charming.


    When J woke up again, the room was already filled with bright morning sunshine.


    She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds in a daze. And then sat up abruptly.


    Fuck!


    What time was it?


    Why didn’t Westin wake her up? He said he was going to wake her up!


    The couch that Westin slept inst night was now empty. He was not in the room


    anymore.


    She found a note beside her pillow:


    Couldn’t wake you in your sleep. I will be thinking about you all day today. Lots of love, Westin.)


    She looked at the clock on the wall.


    It was already 6:45, way past the gathering time.


    “Shit!” J balled that note and threw it into the trash bin angrily.


    Westin really fucked her with this.


    And she suspected that he did it on purpose.


    If she got punished for beingte, she was definitely going to pin this one on him.


    J dashed into the bathroom to freshen up and then dashed out.


    She left his room in a hurry and ran to the basement as quickly as possible.


    When she got there, she found all the maids already gathered in the hallway, standing in lines.


    And Wendy was standing at the front of the lines, talking to a tall man.


    Everyone turned to look at J when she dashed in, including Wendy and that man. J came


    to a sharp stop, and her jaw dropped.


    It was Daran!


    What the hell?


    What was Daran doing in the basement this early in the morning?


    Shouldn’t he be in his suite right now, waiting for the maids toe up and serve him?


    “You arete!” Wendy snarled.


    “Y–Yeah…I know.” J answered absent–mindedly, still looking at Daran.


    There was a sullen look on his face. He was eyeing her darkly.


    “Your master came to get you, but he couldn’t find you in your room!” Wendy


    snapped, “Alpha Daran, my deepest apology. This is indeed outrageous. I have never seen such a


    disrespectful maid in my entire life-”


    “Where were youst night?” Daran asked abruptly.


    J bit her lips, feeling reluctant to answer.


    Daran let out a cold snort and turned to Wendy, “Where did she sleepst night?”


    Wendy hesitated.


    Westin warned her not to tell the master about it. But now she was questioned by the


    Alpha himself, right to her face.


    Between Westin and Daran, she chose to cave into thetter.


    “She…she was with a guardst night…” Wendy muttered. Daran’s voice got dangerously cold,


    “Which guard?” “Wendy!” J hissed.


    But she had already answered, “A–A guard named Westin.”