Chapter 171


    The Lycan?


    J was stunned for a few seconds and then burst outughing, “No. You are kidding.”


    “You don’t believe me,” the servant snorted.


    “Well then, because…Lycan is nothing about a myth.”


    J had heard many stories and fairytales about the Lycan since she was a child.


    In those stories, the Lycans were just like them, except for the fact that they were stronger, more


    powerful, and more ruthless.


    But it was more like a mythical creature, created by the bard and fairytale writer to keep children


    away from the woods at night.


    Yet now, this servant was telling her that the Lycan was real. And the Lycan was here


    at Lance’s wedding.


    How was she supposed to believe something this ridiculous?


    The servant saw the skeptical look on her face, and he shrugged, “It is a myth to you, but not to us.


    The Lycan has kept a friendly rtionship with us for years…Well,


    ‘friendly‘ is probably not the right word. They WATCH OVER us.”


    Jughed, “You meant like a god or something?”


    She meant this as a sarcasm.


    Yet the servant looked very serious, “Yes. Exactly like the god, or guardian if you prefer.”


    “You are kidding. The rogues are a bunch of anarchists. You would let another being rule over


    you?”


    The werewolves and the rogues had fought for


    years for


    power.


    The rogues never bent their back to anyone, not even an Alpha.


    Yet they submitted themselves to the Lycan?


    “Because…”


    The servant gulped with a hint of fear flickering across his eyes, …You have any idea how powerful


    the Lycan is. They are the earliest group of werewolves created by the Moon Goddess. They exhibit


    ancient powers that we werewolves don’t. Words


    said that even their wolf form is different than ours.”


    J was intrigued, “Different how?”


    Yet the servant didn’t answer.


    He was staring at the gate in awe as everyone else did.


    J followed his gaze and saw the man who just walked in with Lance.


    This must


    Sir Edwin.


    He was a very handsome guy, about 6 feet high.


    He had silky, raven–ck hair that contracted elegantly against his pale skin. His features were


    chiseled and aristocratic, with a strong jawline and high cheekbones.


    His eyes were a captivating shade, like deep, mysterious pools of midnight that drew


    others in.


    J stared at him.


    This guy looked as though he juste out of a medieval oil painting.


    But she didn’t see how he was different from any of them.


    Maybe he was just a phony. J thought internally.


    Lance stood by Sir Edwin’s side. The two were having a heated conversation about something.


    People’s attention was drowned in this honored, mysterious guest.


    Everyone including Lance–hadpletely forgotten that Harper was still waiting


    in the dancefloor.


    Harper clenched her fists in rage, her body shaking with humiliation.


    This was supposed to be her big moment!


    Yet her thunder waspletely stolen, first by Morgana, then by this guy who showed up from


    nowhere.


    She wanted to scream, yell at someone, or maybe smash things.


    But she also knew that making a scene would only make Lance despite her more.


    Just then, she saw two maids carrying her 10yer wedding cake into the ballroom. She found her


    punchbag.


    Harper strode up to them and snarled, “Is this my wedding cake?”


    The maids quickly ced the cake on the counter and curtseyed to her, “Yes, My Queen.”


    “It is hideous!” Harper snapped, “Who made this? I want the pastry chef flogged for this! Which one


    of you is the pastry chef?!”


    “N–No…it is not us my queen…”


    The maids shivered in their spots, not knowing what to do.


    J saw this from the distance and hastily walked over, “What is the matter?”


    One maid saw J and blurt out at once, “It was her! She made this cake with our headmaid. My


    Queen, please punish her instead of us!”


    Harper turned to re at J.


    “You made this?” Harper hissed.


    J frowned, “I helped a little. What is the matter with it?”


    “It is fucking tacky and hideous! The decorations…roses and lilies? Are you fucking kidding me?”


    Harper gritted, nitpicking. “Get this ugly thing out of wedding. NOW!”


    J narrowed her eyes.


    This cake was the most important part of her n.


    This cake stayed


    my gorgeous


    This cake stayed.


    “It is just an ordinary cake,” J said. “There is nothing wrong with—”


    “Are you fucking saying that I have bad taste?” Harper roared.


    J rolled her eyes internally. It was exactly what she meant.


    She tried to talk some sense into Harper, “We spent days on this cake. If you say no to this one,


    you won’t have a wedding cake at all.”


    “So you don’t have a backup n? I don’t care. This is your problem. Get me another one in 10


    minutes!” said Harper crossly.


    J took in a deep breath with rage surging up in her chest.


    … Maybe she should just smash Harper’s stupid face directly into this cake.


    Just then, a deep voice came behind their backs:


    “What are you two fighting about?”


    It was Daran.


    J hadn’t seen him earlier. Maybe he rante.


    Harper quivered at the sight of Daran. She was always afraid of him. But then she remembered how


    Daran handed J to her to have J tortured.


    Maybe Daran would take her side this time.


    “I was just telling J that the cake she made is hideous. And I deserve something better.” Harper


    said.


    Daran nced at the cake casually and looked back at Harper, “I didn’t see anything wrong with it.”


    Harper widened her eyes, “Are you fucking taking her side again? Have you already forgotten how


    she betrayed you?!”


    Daran’s face darkened.


    He let out a cold snort, “I don’t need you to remind me. Go. Lance is asking for you.”


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    “But the cake-”


    “Stop making a fuzz.” Daran stared at her icily. “You are already used of being extravagant.


    Don’t bitch about the cake anymore.”


    Harper bit her lips unwillingly.


    She darted one resentful re at J and then stormed away.


    J took a quick look at Daran.


    This was the first time they saw each other after that night he brought her to Harper.


    The initial rage had disappeared.


    But her hatred towards him remained the same.


    “…There is something wrong with the cake, isn’t it?” Daran said abruptly.


    J rounded her eyes.


    She quickly hid her panic and pretended to be calm, “What do you mean?”


    “Stop ying dumb with me, J. I am not Harper,” Daran chuckled. “A regr 10yer cake is


    really heavy, and it takes at least 3-4 men to lift off the ground. Two


    maids carried this cake into the ballroom all by themselves…. Let me guess. The cake is hollow,


    isn’t it?”


    He took a step closer to J, his hot breath spreading on her earlobe:


    “-What is hiding in the cake?”


    J froze.


    Daran was by far the smartest and most observant guy she knew.


    …What do you want?” she asked stiffly after a long pause. “You didn’t say anything to Harper.”


    “I don’t mind you sabotaging her wedding,” he said coolly, crossing his arms.


    “Oh, so you hate her now?” J said sarcastically, “I thought you two were sadist buddies. It is


    very easy of you to switch sides, Daran.”


    Daranpsed into silence.


    There was an unreadable expression on her face.


    He said in a hoarse voice after a long pause, “…I am sorry about that night.”


    His apology set fire to her rage.


    “You are fucking sorry?!” she jerked around to re at him, “You think one apology will make up for


    what you did?! She fucking flogged me! Plucked my nails off! Humiliated me! If it weren’t for you, I


    would never have to go through all those fucking torments!”


    His gorgeous face contorted. He looked frustrated.


    “I let jealousy get to me. Anger clouded my mind.” he said darkly, “But if you didn’t mess around


    with that Westin first-


    “That is your big excuse?! You punished me for moving on with a better, more decent guy. You don’t


    have that right!”


    “I DO!” he growled, grabbing her wrist forcefully. “Because you are mine!”


    “Oh for fuck’s sake


    “Listen to me!” he hissed, lowering his voice so that no one else could hear. “Lance is giving me full


    details about how to be The King tonight. I can really put a stop to everything this time, Once


    this is behind us, we can still go back and pretend. nothing has happened…Just–give me a bit more


    time, J.”


    J looked back at him coldly.


    “You had your chance. You gave it up yourself,” she said freezingly.


    “J-


    Daran looked traumatized.


    He wanted to say something else.


    But a voice interrupted him saying:


    ”


    …Your wedding cake is gorgeous, Queen Harper.”


    Daran and J looked around and found Sir Edwin standing a few feet away, with Lance, Harper,


    and arge group of guests behind him.


    Harper looked ttered to hear hispliment, “Thank you, sir.”


    There was a cool smile on Sir Edwin’s lips, “I can’t wait to have a slice.”


    “What are you waiting for?” Lance elbowed Harper, “You heard Sir Edwin.”


    “Oh…right. I will cut the cake right away!”


    She rushed to grab the knife.


    When nobody was paying attention, Sir Edwin’s eyes flickered to J.


    And he blinked at her..


    J frowned.


    … What was this guy doing?


    On the other side, Harper had dug the knife into the cake.