Chapter 246


    J held her breath involuntarily.


    Westin didn’t mention that he had a godmother.


    Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    And she didn’t remember seeing Elder Medline on any asion before. It almost felt.


    as though Elder Medline had been deliberately avoiding her.


    Elder Medline cast a warning look upon J and turned to Annie, “Rise on your


    feet, Lady Annie. You didn’t do anything wrong. Why drop your knees to a werewolf?”


    Annie shivered, “B–But…”


    “Please stand up, Annie. I didn’t me you,” J said.


    Annie mobbed her cheek with the back of her hand and slowly stood up.


    “Now, Queen J.” Elder Medline looked at J with a raised eyebrow, “Can my daughter stay?


    Or do you want both of us out of this room?”


    “Lady Issa can leave if she doesn’t want to be my bridesmaid. I won’t force her to stay. And the


    same goes for you, Elder Medline,” J said coldly.


    Elder Medline sneered, “It is not about what Issa wants or what I want. It is what the


    King wants. The King shoved a werewolf queen down our throat despite the House of Dark’s


    resistance…so what can we do now? We can only obey.”


    J clicked her tongue impatiently, “Then let us forego the bridesmaid tradition.”


    “Forgoing the tradition?” Elder Medline let out another sneer, “Oh, no, no, no. I am letting a


    werewolf queen change our precious tradition on the first day she is crowned. The tradition remains


    the same.”


    …There was no way to please this woman!


    J was losing her patience.


    Yet before she could cool down her attitude and teach this woman a lesson, Elder Medline’s eyes


    flickered to her belly and snorted:


    “You probably want to ask me to fuck off as well. But don’t forget that I am the King’s godmother. Do


    you really want to be my enemy? And you are pregnant with the heir now…Do you really want your


    child to lose all support from the House of Dark?”


    A chill was sent down J’s spine.


    Right.


    She was not alone anymore.


    She had a child now.


    Brow un in


    Like it or not, her child would the Lycan’s Kingdom. She had to n for her child’s future.


    She met Elder Medline’s gaze.


    As though knowing that J would back down, Elder Medline let out an icy chuckle:


    “This is the part where you apologize.”


    There was a moment of silence in the room.


    All the girls looked at J, nervously. Belle bit her lips with a face of sympathy.


    J took in a deep breath and said in a calming voice, “My apology, Elder Medline. Both you and


    your daughter are wee to stay. And I would love to have Lady Issa as my bridesmaid.”


    An arrogant smile spread across Elder Medline’s face, “Good. Now go change into your wedding


    gown. The girls are all very excited to see you in white.”


    The way she gave that order was like J was her own puppet or doll.


    Yet J didn’t say anything in return.


    Elder Medline was right about one thing–she didn’t need any more enemies.


    The father of her child was not Westin.


    That terrible secret was like a ticking bomb ready to go off at any second.


    Her child was already in danger before it was born.


    She couldn’t create more enemies…Better keep a low profile from now on.


    Therefore, J simply turned on her heels and went into the changing room, with maids and


    tailors right behind her.


    Her gown was crafted from shiny ivory satin that cascaded in a gentle, flowing silhouette.


    It has pretty lily flowers embroidered all over. Each delicate bloom seemed to dance along the


    fabric.


    The top part is strapless with a sweetheart neckline, and it fits nicely around the waist. The skirt is


    wide and flowing, creating a lovely train behind the bride.


    When J finished dressing and stepped out of the room, astonished gasps were sent around the


    room.


    “Oh my god–J!” Belle covered her mouth with both hands and cried, “You–You look stunning!”


    Annie and Kalinda’s eyes gleamed with joyful tears.


    Issa didn’t say anything. Yet her face carried a mixed expression of astonishment and jealousy.


    Elder Medline was the only person who remained sitting.


    She crossed her arms and looked at J with a critical eye.


    “What is with the waistline?” she asked.


    “What about it?”


    “It doesn’t fit. And it makes your waist look like a bucket,” she said with a tone of asperity. “The


    tailors should close up the waistline. Or you should wear a girdling.”


    The tailors flinched in fear.


    J waved her hand gesturing to the tailors to rx and said to Elder Medline, “I asked them to


    loosen the waistline. I am pregnant now. A tight waist makes it hard to breathe.”


    Elder Medline curled her lip at J contemptuously, “I didn’t know that a pregnant woman is this


    delicate. The ceremony is only half an hour. I am sure that you can


    woman is this delicate. The ceremony is only half an hour. I am sure that you can survive that half


    an hour without passing out.”


    She looked to the tailors and ordered, “Give her a girdling.”


    This woman was unbelievable!


    J felt her temper rising again, “No need. I won’t be wearing girdling.”


    “Yes, you will. It is embarrassing enough that our King is marrying a lowborn werewolf, and the


    guests are going to see your man’s waist? Uneptable. Get that girdling. NOW!”


    J wanted to punch that woman in the face.


    Just then, a knock came on the door, and somebody said behind the door, “Mind if Ie in?”


    It was Westin’s voice.


    What was he doing here?


    Belle jumped up abruptly and hurried to block the entrance, “NO NO NO! You can’te in! It is


    bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding-”


    Yet Westin had already pushed the door open and stepped in.


    “Westin!” Belle cried in fume.


    Westinpletely ignored his little sister.


    His eyes were glued to J with astonishment and passion glittering in them. “Christ.” He


    murmured, holding his breath, “You look…it is beyond words.”


    J smiled, “Thank you.”


    “Westin! Bad luck!” Belle shook her brother’s shoulder violently, “Get out!”


    Westin contained her with one hand and chuckled, “We have enough love to conquer


    a little bad luck…Oh and Medline, I see that you have met J?”


    “With pleasure,” said Elder Medline in a distant voice.


    “Great. Now I called a meeting of all elders. The others are already in the Elder’s Council. Can you


    head down there first? I will catch up with youter.”


    Elder Medline nodded and stood up from her seat.


    “Remember the girdling,” she told J that before leaving the room.


    J rolled her eyes internally.


    The day she wore that girdling would be the day she died.


    “And I need a moment alone with my beautiful Queen,” Westin said to the girls with a charming


    smile.


    There were some giggles and the girls all filed out of the room.


    As soon as they were alone, Westin let out a sigh of relief.


    “I hurried down here when I heard that Medline came. How did it go? Did she give you a hard time?”


    he asked.


    J snorted coldly, “Your godmother tried to strangle me with a girdling. So you


    “Westin, do I have a thick waist in your eyes?”


    “…What?” Westin was stunned.


    “Just answer honestly. Your godmother said that…I have a man’s waist,” Jined.


    It was stupid to care about what Medline said but….


    She couldn’t help it.


    Westin cleared his throat, “Let’s just put it this way: I would like to describe how beautiful your body


    is in my eyes, but I am afraid that it mighte off as….horny and desperate.”


    J burst outughing.


    Westin lifted the corners of his lips as well, staring at her deeply.


    “I would die to hear thatughter every day for the rest of my life. But when was thest time I made


    youugh?” he asked in a low, hoarse voice.