Chapter 230


    She raised her eyes abruptly.


    “How do you know I am pregnant?” she asked.


    “I found your pregnancy test,” he said.


    …Shit.


    She thought she got rid of that stick without anybody noticing.


    But it seemed that it didn’t escape Clemente’s eyes.


    And judging by his tone…He believed that her child was Westin’s.


    “I honestly don’t understand why you were running away with the King’s child in your belly,”


    Clemente said in a frustrated voice. “He loves you. I haven’t seen him this care about a woman in


    my entire life…But anyway, mistakes have been made. You should tell him that you are pregnant


    and ask him to free you. Is it fun being locked up in here?”


    No.


    Telling Westin the truth would only worsen the problem.


    Because both she and Westin knew who the father of her child was.


    She and Westin never slept together once. There was no way they could have a child.


    J stared at Clemente.


    “So you knew about my pregnancy and yet haven’t told your king about it. Why?”


    she asked.


    Clemente frowned, “Forget about me. We are talking about you. You should really-”


    “Because you told someone else and that person asked you to keep this secret,” J said firmly,


    watching his every reaction closely.


    He froze, a guilty look on his face.


    “That person is Agnes, isn’t it?” she concluded.


    Clemente’s face contorted. Yet he didn’t deny it.


    An honest person like him couldn’t deny the truth.


    J let out a cold sneer.


    It was not hard for her to connect the dots.


    Elder Lamonte and Agnes were her biggest enemies in the Lycan’s kingdom.


    Clemente had a bad rtionship with his father and would never listen to him.


    So there was only one possibility left.


    Not to mention that Agnes was histe brother’s wife, which exins why he was loyal to her.


    It was so simple.


    Why didn’t she think of this sooner?


    “The person who assassinated me that night was you, wasn’t it!” she snapped, “How ironic. Westin


    trusted you so much that he assigned you to protect me! But you were working for another woman,


    trying to kill me behind his back. I wonder how Westin will feel about this-”


    “I am not working for Agnes!” Clemente was shaking with rage and grief. “It–It is veryplicated…


    I am sort of responsible for Keavy’s death…I–I owe Agnes so much…I just can’t refuse her


    request…”


    J was not listening to him anymore.


    She ced a trembling hand on her belly. Fear seized her throat.


    Agnes knew about her baby and was convinced that the child was Westin’s.


    What would Agnes do?


    A vicious person like her would definitely try to kill her and her child.


    They were both in danger!


    “…Agnes wants to be Westin’s Queen.” Clemente said in a shaky voice, “She sees you and your


    child as a threat. I am not getting into this mess again. But she will send another assassin…She is


    capable of that.”


    J red at him, huffing in short breaths.


    “Tell the King about your baby.” Clemente said, “He is the only one who can protect you now.”


    No.


    Westin was not her protector.


    He was the perpetrator.


    She has no one here to help her. She was desperate, and alone.


    Clemente sighed and turned to leave the room.


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    “…Leave the candle,” she whispered. “…Please.”


    He paused. And then did what she asked.


    “The King said he didn’t want to talk to you. So I will check in with you before this candle burns out.


    Let me know about your decision then.”


    He said that before walking out.


    J crawled to the candle.


    This faint candlelight became her only source of warmth in this cold, dark world.


    She was cornered.


    Her enemies were looming in the darkness, waiting to kill her.


    She could take Westin’s deal and ask him to protect her.


    But her baby…


    She would start to show in a couple of months. Westin would know about her


    pregnancy sooner orter.


    What should she do?


    Was there really no way to keep both her and her baby safe?


    With all that mess in her head, J picked up the sandwich and took a small bite.


    She didn’t have any appetite.


    But her baby needed to eat.


    J was numbly chewing her food when she heard footsteps in the next room.


    She perked her ears up immediately.


    It was night.


    No one should be in the King’s study.


    Westin didn’t want to talk to her. Clemente just left.


    So who could it be?


    The scrapping noise of the bookshelf moving came. The doorknob turned.


    The door swung open, bringing in a gush of cold wind.


    The candlelight flickered in the wind. J jumped to protect the me with her hand.


    When she looked up, she saw Agnes’s ghastly face in the dim light.


    A wave of genuine fear hit her, raising the hair on her arms.


    …Agnes was here to kill her!


    A grim smile twisted Agnes’s mouth as she sneered, “…Surprise to see me?”


    J’s heart was racing in her chest.


    Yet she pretended to be calm as much as she could, “Does Westin know that here?”


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    “No,” Agnes shrugged, shutting the door. “But he can thank meter for this little favor. When I get


    rid of you…and that bastard child in your womb, he will be back on the right track…no more


    misleading by you!”


    She reached into her pocket and drew out a dagger.


    J balled her fists.


    Her palms sweating.


    “Have you ever killed a person before?”


    She hissed as Agnes approached her with that dagger, “You don’t even know how to work with a


    dagger! Drop that down and I won’t tell Westin about this-”


    Agnes burst outughing.


    Her hystericalughter echoed in the small room.


    “You, my mighty Gamma, have a bad habit of underestimating people,” she giggled. “Oh, I know the


    sweet feeling of killing…And I bet it is so much more thrilling when I kill you!!!”


    She raised the dagger in the air and jumped at J!


    J rolled on the ground urgently and narrowly dodged that attack.


    Agnes struck again immediately but J caught her wrist.


    “I am not your enemy!” J snarled, wrestling with her. “I don’t even love Westin


    ”


    “LYING BITCH!” Agnes shrieked. “How did you get him to breed you? How did you get him to FALL


    IN LOVE WITH YOU?!”


    J gritted her teeth.


    She used her whole might to stop that dagger from falling


    But she was weak after 3 days of starvation and Agnes was a Lycan…


    That dagger wasing closer and closer to her face!


    “I thought a Gamma was supposed to be stronger,” Agnes’s face twisted with excitement. “If 1 knew


    you are such a puss, I would have done this sooner!”


    “AH!”


    With a grunt, J shoved Agnes off her.


    The dagger fell anyway–it stabbed into her left shoulder.


    A sharp pain shot through her body as she let out a painful cry.


    “YES! Scream you bitch!” Agnes pulled the dagger and struck at her belly, “How do you like this


    one!”


    The point of that dagger cut into J’s belly for one inch and froze-


    J was holding the de with both of her hands.


    Blood oozed out from her palms, streamed down the dagger, and pooled underneath


    her body.


    “Do…Do not…” she breathed heavily in the pain, “…touch my baby!”


    She kicked her left leg abruptly and knocked the candlestick over.


    The thinyer of dry hayid on the ground caught on fire immediately. The fire. quickly spread


    across the entire room.


    “FUCK!” Agnes cursed.


    The tail of her hair got burned.


    She jumped up immediately and patted her burning hair.


    J seized that chance and snatched the dagger, pointing it at Agnes.


    “Come at me again-” she panted heavily, firelight and rage burning in her eyes.


    -I will fucking drag you down to HELL!”


    Agnes gritted her teeth/


    She was intimidated by J’s aura.


    Taking a small step back, she sneered, “Doesn’t matter… The blood loss and fire will kill you


    anyway.”


    She turned and quickly fled the room.


    J crushed onto the ground, lying in her own blood, shaking faintly.


    She was surrounded by the soaring fire. The air was getting thinner as the fire stronger.


    She coughed and choked. Her vision was getting blurry.


    grew


    Would anyone notice that the room was on fire before she got suffocated to death?


    It was getting harder to breathe.


    And the blood loss made her feel so cold…


    On the verge of passing out, she heard the noise of the door bursting open.


    “-JANET!” Westin’s voice roared.