Chapter 249


    “Queen J! Open the door! Elder Madeline wants to see you!”


    J sat by the window and turned to look at the closed door.


    “Tell Elder Madeline that I am not feeling well and prefer to be alone,” she said coldly.


    “You are not feeling well, which is exactly why Elder Madeline wants to see you! You are pregnant


    with the King’s heir. We can’t let anything happen to you and the heir! Open the door and let the


    doctor examine you!”


    J put a hand on her belly, her body straining.


    She was 7 months in right now, which had way passed Lycan’s due date.


    People started to ask questions.


    They were wondering why she still hadn’t gone intobor yet, and what was wrong with the child in


    her belly.


    J once caught two maids whispering outside of the door, saying that she might give birth to a


    big ugly weirdo one day.


    None of them knew that it was because she was pregnant with a werewolf kid. And werewolves


    didn’t go intobor until they were 10 months in.


    Up until now, nobody suspected the father of her child.


    But if she dragged the pregnancy for another 3 months, people would begin to ask the real


    question–who was the father really?


    Which was why she couldn’t meet with anyone and give these people a chance to ask those


    questions.


    “Leave me alone!” J raised her voice and snapped, “My health is perfectly fine. You heard the


    King. I don’t want anyone to disturb me!”


    Her scolding usually worked.


    But not this time.


    “Queen J, if you refuse to open the door, we will have to break the door down!” said a guard’s


    voice from outside of the door.


    J straightened her back instantly.


    “How dare you!” she snarled.


    Westin told them to leave her alone!


    Were they going topletely ignore the King’s order?!


    Then she heard the guard’s voice talking to the others, “Break the damn door down on 33-2-1!”


    BANG!


    The door panel came crashing down to the floor, stirring up a little dust.


    A group of soldiers stepped on the door panel and strode into her room.


    “You areing with us, Queen J,” one of them said icily.


    J kept one hand on her belly and red at them, “Where the hell is the King?!” “The King went


    out on patrol.”


    She knew it.


    They only dared to force her out of her room when Westin was not in the castle.


    Knowing that there was no way to avoid conflict today, J stood up from her chair and walked to


    the door, holding her head up


    “Lead the way,” she said in a distant and arrogant voice.


    They took her to the Elder Council, located on an isted peak.


    The two tables of House of Light and Shadow were empty when J walked in.


    There were only a few elders gathered by the House of Dark’s table, with Elder Madeline sitting in


    the center chair.


    A cold smile spread across Madeline’s lips, “It is not easy to see you in person, Queen J.”


    “I am here now.”


    “Yes, after I asked the soldiers to break down your door. You are a Queen for Christ’s sake, not a


    goddamn hermit.”


    Elder Madeline snorted with her eyes falling upon J’s swollen belly, “If I haven’t seen your belly


    with my own eyes now, I might start to question if you are actually pregnant or not.”


    J’s heart skipped a beat.


    “Why haven’t you gone intobor yet?” asked another female elder with a frown. Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    “The werewolves are normally pregnant for 10 months-”


    “But you are pregnant with a Lycan’s child!” the female elder snapped.


    “A hybrid child of werewolf and Lycan!” J stressed, “My child is a first. There is no precedent.


    So there is no way to know how long a hybrid child needs before they are ready toe out to this


    world. We can only wait.”


    There were disgruntled murmurings from the House of Dark elders.


    “I have never heard of such a long pregnancy,” said Elder Madeline icily. “You need a doctor to take


    a look at you, making sure that your child is safe.”


    She nods at a doctor–looking man by her side, who instantly takes a step forward towards J.


    “Queen J, if I may-” the doctor said.


    “No!” J snapped, taking a step back. “I said I am alright! And I am perfectly aware of my health


    condition. I can take care of my own child.”


    Elder Madeline let out a loud snort, “This kid is not just your child, but the heir of the entire Lycan


    Kingdom. The significance of this child exceeds your imagination! So no…you can’t take care of this


    child. I don’t trust you for it.”


    She turns to the doctor, “Run a couple of tests on her. Now.


    Two soldiers jumped at her, pinning her on the spot.


    The doctor got up to her and took out a needle, tubing, and collection vials. …They were going to


    take her blood!


    J’s body tensed all over.


    If they used her blood to run a DNA test, they would know that the child was not Westin’s!


    “Let go of me!” she snarled, struggling fiercely against the soldiers. “Is this how you treat your


    Queen-”


    “A Queen who hasn’t ruled for a single day,” Elder Madeline sneered. The doctor grabbed her arm


    and sank the needle underneath her skin.


    J’s chest heaved in rage.


    These people didn’t take her seriously. She was no better than a boar ready to get butchered in


    their eyes.


    “How long before the blood resultes back?” Madeline asked the doctor.


    “A couple of hours, Elder Madeline.”


    “Good. We will wait right here.”


    The doctor hurried out of the great hall.


    J held her bleeding forearm and red at the elders, “You got what you want. Can I leave


    now?!”


    “Not so fast, Queen J,” one of the elders squeaked. “We want to talk about your performance


    as a Queen!”


    Another elder echoed, “You hid yourself in your room and avoided all responsibilities. That is not


    how you serve as a Queen!”


    “We are disappointed. The people are disappointed.”


    “Changes must be made.”


    “I am perfectly happy with things the way they currently are,” said J icily. “And if you have any


    problems, take them to Westin.


    Westin imprisoned her and her child in this castle, this Kingdom.


    She was kind enough not to stab him with a knife.


    To help the Lycans rule?


    No fucking way.


    “You won’t hide behind the King forever!” Madeline hissed, “The King is fooled, misled! His


    judgment is clouded by his emotions. But sooner orter he will realize that he needs a virtuous


    Queen by his side, and not a trophy wife!


    Most elders nodded along in approval.


    “We should give the Queen some time to clear her head and reflect on this,” said one


    of the elders.


    “Agreed.”


    Madeline raised her chin, a condescending look on her face, “Guards, take Queen J outside


    and let her stand underneath the staircase.”


    …What?


    J couldn’t believe this.


    “It is snowing like hell outside!” she gasped.


    The time was October right now. A blizzard just hit yesterday.


    Right now, the snow was at least 10 inches deep, and it was still falling.


    One couldn’tst for more than 20 minutes in weather cold like that.


    “Oh, I think a little chilly weather is good for your heated head,” said Elder Madeline, slyly.


    “My child-”


    “Lycan’s child is very tough. They can handle a little cold. Guards, take her out! If she refuses to


    cooperate, tie her to the pir!”


    Without giving her any chance to fight on this, the soldiers shoved J outside. She was brought


    underneath the staircase and tied to a column.


    So she was forced to stand alone in the midst of the roaring blizzard, her breath forming small


    clouds in the frigid air.


    The biting cold seeped through heryers of clothing.


    She shivered involuntarily.


    The frosty wind pierced through her, and she could feel the numbness spreading from her fingertips


    to the tips of her toes.


    Just then, she felt her child kicking her.


    She held her swollen belly with a trembling hand as a desperate feeling surged up in her chest.


    Did the child feel the cold as well?


    Was itining about the cold?


    Was she a terrible mother or what? Couldn’t even protect her own child in front of these people…


    As she stood there, the relentless snowfall began to umte on her hair and shoulders.


    She tried telling the soldiers that she couldn’t handle the cold anymore.


    But they ignored her.


    J felt her heart being split in half, one half hated herself for being unable to do anything, and the


    other half was worried about her child and those uing blood.


    tests.


    …Did they check the DNA?


    Had they known that the child wasn’t Westin’s?


    J’s body swayed.


    She couldn’t do this anymore…


    She was about to pass out…


    The next second, she lost total control of her body and began to slide down against the column


    Yet a


    ir of strong armis caught her just in time.


    J!!!” Westin’s worried voice exploded in her ears.