Chapter 204


    J’s back became stiff.


    Slowly, she turned around to face him.


    You have been watching me the whole time?” she asked in a cold voice.


    Westin gave her a crooked smile, “I didn’t want to stop you from your daily exercise.


    You have slept for days. It is good to stretch out a bit.”


    J suppressed the temptation to p him, “Why did I circle back here? I ran straight ahead!”


    “You thought you ran straight ahead. But the fog in these mountains had its own power. Outsiders


    are bound to get lost. Only Lycans know the way around it.”


    J bit her lips in frustration.


    Fuck.


    No wonder Westin untied her.


    Now she couldn’t escape even if she managed to find a moment alone.


    “Speaking of which-”


    Westin caught her chin, raised her head up, and stared into her eyes, “Do you know that Daran just


    became the Werewolf King?”


    J was stunned, “What?”


    “That is right. I just got a message back from my man, saying that he officially crowned himself


    earlier today. You see. He doesn’t really care about you that much. Once you are gone, he simply


    can’t wait to embrace his dear power.”


    J’s heart rate quickened for a short moment.


    But she quickly calmed herself down.


    “You are wrong,” she said.


    The cocky smile froze on Westin’s lips. ” How so?”


    “Werewolf can’t track the Lycans. If Daran wants to find me, the only way is to be the Werewolf


    King first. He didn’t do it for the power. He did it for me.‘ Westin’s face gradually darkened.


    “You have a lot of confidence in him,” he snorted.


    “Of course because he is the man I love-”


    Westin tightened his grip on J’s chin abruptly.


    “Do not say that you love him in front of me!” he hissed.


    J stared back at him defiantly, “Why? The mighty Lycan King can’t handle at little truth?”


    Just then, footsteps came from their backs.


    A group of Lycans emerged from the mist. Standing up front was Edwin.


    “My King,” Edwin said. “The elders and Lady Agnes are expecting you at the castle’s front gate-”


    “Not now!” Westin growled.


    Edwin held his head down low.


    He and the other Lycans immediately drew back into the fog again.


    “You should go,” J looked at him coldly. “Lady Agnes is waiting for you.”


    Westin let go of her chin.


    After a short pause, he spoke up in a business–like tone, “Let’s make a deal, J.”


    “I am not interested in making any-”


    ‘You will hear me out,” he said forcefully. “When I bring you in front of the elderster, I expect you


    to behave obediently. You will pretend that we are in love, and you


    can’t wait for us to mate.”


    J let out a loud, sarcasticugh, “And why would I do that?”


    “Because there is no escape for you, whatsoever,” Westin said grimly. “Work with me, you will have


    my protection in the castle. Disobey me, I will leave you to be skinned alive by the Lycans. Let me


    warn you–some of my people are not very fond of you werewolves.”


    J narrowed her eyes.


    She could tell that Westin’s threat was real.


    And there was one thing that caught her attention particrly-


    “Why do I need your protection in your own castle?” she asked.


    Westin clicked his tongue but didn’t say anything.


    J continued, “Let me guess, your home isn’t exactly a wondend, is it?


    Someone is a threat to you, right? Possibly…the elders?”


    Westin crossed his arms, a defensive posture, “Do you have to be such a know–it–all


    the whole time?”


    “When my life is in danger, I prefer to stay on top of things.”


    He let out a shortugh, “I will fill you in about everything once we have a deal. So, J, do we


    have a deal?”


    J quietly evaluated the situation for a while.


    “Only temporary.”


    She said eventually, “I will put on an act with you in front of the elders. But you can’t force me to


    recognize the mate bond.”


    “Fine.” Westin shrugged, “In the end, you wille around yourself.”


    His attitude was condescending and arrogant.


    He probably believed that J didn’t have any choice but to work with him now that she was in his


    hands.


    But J knew that the Lycan’snd wouldn’t hold her forever.


    Sooner orter, she would find a way out of this.


    She always did.


    They briefly shook hands on their temporary partnership.


    Westin blew a whistle. Edwin and the other Lycans stepped out of the fog again.


    “Let us go,” Westin said to them, hopping into the car.


    The car drove forward, deeper into the mist that hung over the rainforest.


    This time, J was granted the chance to sit in the passenger’s seat.


    She peered out of the car window.


    The winding mountain road clung to the slopes like a serpentine ribbon, carrying them further into


    the heart of the majestic peaks.


    The air grew crisper, and the scent of pine trees mingled with the distant aroma of wildflowers.


    Then, as if emerging from the very stone of the mountains, a grand castle appeared in the valley


    below.


    J couldn’t help but let out a little gasp of shock


    “Pretty amazing, huh?” Westin asked by her side.


    J kept her eyes on that approaching castle.


    She didn’t want to admit it.


    But it was the most amazing architecture she had seen so far.


    The castle stood like a sentinel, its spires reaching towards the heavens, and its walls


    adorned with intricate carvings.


    It seemed to defy gravity, nestled against the imposing backdrop of the peaks, and its towers


    touched the edges of the passing clouds.


    The setting sun bathed the castle in a warm, golden glow, casting a magical aural over the entire


    valley.


    J had seen many great architectures before.


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    The exotic pce built on the wastnd of the Grace Ruin.


    Seenes could get a closer look at these people, a slim figure rushed in and threw herseli mie


    Weson’s arms.


    “Wesam” she gasped a sweet voice.


    3 sout smile appeared on Westin’s is as he held that woman tightly. “Agnes, Dow are your 1 heard


    that you were sick”


    “Don’t Isten to them. I am ime I just really miss you. That is all ste subbed


    So this was the woman that Westim cared about the most


    James surveyed her


    She was dressed in a my long dress made of silk andce. The skin fluttered in the hosen as she


    moved.


    Be skin was pale, almost ansturen. The jaimes flush of rose touched the desi


    Bet Jeanines were reimed, each time and contour sculed with the precision of a mastet artisan


    High chestbones gave her an aristocratic elegance, and her one–like eyes pools of vulnerability,


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    She possessed a fragile and pine worldly beauty firm made any man who save V in mer her


    “Agnes”


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    queen, J Nanning”


    A warm smile tugged at Agnes’s lims as she stepped up and pulled are in for a nus


    “Of course, I have been looking forward to seeing you. Jates,” sie said softly


    She looked nice.


    Yetter was on high aler


    She still remembered how this woman called her “h–tempered and ill–namered behind her back


    “Thank you.” Janer said, ather coldly


    Agnes beckoned to a maid, who fought over a jug of water


    “J. I want to personally wee you to our castle,” Agnes smiled


    She held the jug


    Out of a sudden, she raised her hands and poured the entire jug of water onto J


    SLASH


    ice–cold water can down J’s body, drenching her hair and clothes


    Janer froze on her spot, as water drops drippled down and formed a small pool underneath her feet


    The dreer fiated


    Agnes was handing the jug back to the maid, but J snatched the jug from her first


    Using the jug as a weapon, J smashed it down on Agnes’s delicate shoulder! BANG!


    The ss jug scattered into pieces.


    Agnes let out a sharp cry, falling to the ground.


    An astonished gasp could be heard from the watching crowd.


    “What the fuck!” Westin snapped furiously.


    J ignored him.


    “Rumors about me are correct.”


    She said quietly, looking down at Agnes’s horror–stricken face.


    “I am hot–tempered and ill–mannered…so DO NOT MESS WITH ME.”