Chapter 251


    “Ahhh… Westin! My…My child!”


    The room echoed with J’sbored breaths and painful cries.


    Her eyes were filled with panic, her hand clutching her swollen belly so hard that her


    knuckles turned white.


    “It is OK… Baby, it is OK. I am right here with you,” Westin held her hand tightly, desperation etched


    on his face.


    Yet his soothing voice didn’t reach her ears.


    Her mind was clouded by worry and fear.


    …None of them expected her water to break at this time!


    In their original ns, Westin would send her to a mountain resort when her due day approached.


    A group of healthcare providers would be waiting there. And she would give birth safely in that


    resort, surrounded by people that Westin trusted the most, and away from the elders.


    If everything worked ording to their n, they would return to the castle when the baby was a


    few months old.


    And nobody would tell that the child was actually a werewolf and not a Lycan.


    But now… Her water just broke in front of a group of elders!


    And the resort and the healthcare providers were not in ce yet.


    Where the hell would she give birth to her child then?!


    She sobbed, helplessly, as waves of contractions continued to hit her.


    “My King, we need to get her to the hospital!” Clemente urged.


    “NO!” Westin snapped.


    J couldn’t give birth in the hospital…Or everyone would see her giving birth to a human baby


    and not a pup…and everyone would instantly know that he was not the father….


    “But my King-”


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    “Send her to the hospital immediately!” Elder Madeline rushed over, speaking hurriedly. “Let the


    professionals take care of her!”


    J’s miserable groans grew louder.


    She struggled to grab Westin’s hand and cried in a pleading tone, “Don’t…no…No. hospital…”


    “I know, I know my love, don’t worry,” Westinforted her, clutching her hand. He took her from


    Clemente’s arms and strode to the entrance of the great hall. Yet the elders blocked their way, their


    eyes gleaming with suspicion and rivalry. “Where are you going with the Queen?” one of the elders


    shrieked.


    “FUCK OFF!” Westin roared his ques burt


    “FUCK OFF!” Westin roared, his eyes burning with anger.


    “Queen J doesn’t know what she was talking about! She needs help from the doctors and


    nurses! Let the healthcare providers do their jobs!” Elder Madeline snapped.


    “Elder Madeline is right!” cried another elder, “Where will you go otherwise? The Queen can’t give


    birth outside of the hospital. Her child is too important! We won’t allow that kind of sloppiness!”


    The air crackled with tension as they stood face–to–face with each other.


    Westin’s forehead was cold with sweat.


    To be honest, he didn’t know where he would take J either.


    He knew that J needed help…but the identity of her child would be at stake….


    What the hell should he do?!


    Elder Madeline took a step forward, reaching her hands out and saying in a pleading tone, “Please,


    my king, let me take the Queen. I am a mother myself. I know what kind of suffering a woman has


    to go through to give birth. Let us help you! Do you really prefer to see her suffer?”


    Westin stood stiffly on his spot, hesitating.


    “Westin…”


    J squeezed his hand, breathing very fast, “My–My room…I will give birth alone…in my room…”


    “Nonsense!” Elder Medline cried, “You will be taken to the hospital supervised by us! It is for the


    safety of the child!”


    “My room,” J insisted.


    Westin didn’t know what would happen if J gave birth alone in her room.


    But he knew that if that was what J wanted, it was what they were going to do.


    A growl rumbled in his chest as he faced off with the elders.


    “MOVE!” he snarled.


    The elders, sensing the intensity of Westin’s resolve, reluctantly gave way. Elder Madeline still


    looked unwilling, but she chose to keep her mouth shut for now.


    Westin carried J in his arms and rushed out of the great hall, into the raging


    snow.


    The cold made J shiver.


    And her pain had doubled.


    It almost felt like there was a blender in her belly.


    Her grip on Westin’s shirt gradually weakened.


    A moment of vulnerability shed across Westin’s face as he wrapped the coat around J more


    tightly, “Hang in there baby…We will be back at your room in no time.”


    Clemente brought the car over and they quickly got inside.


    Momentster, they were back in J’s room.


    Westin dashed inside and ced J on her bed as carefully as he could. She was already


    drenched in a cold sweat, her face contorted by pain and suffering.


    There were maids peering in by the door.


    “Tell everyone to fuck off!” Westin snarled.


    Clemente rushed to fend off those nosy maids and rushed back to the bedside.


    “We…We should at least get a couple of nurses in here!” he cried in a trembling voice, “God…I


    don’t think she should do this alone…”


    “No nurses!” Westin snapped.


    J propped up her upper body and seized Clemente’s wrist, “Do this for me…I–I want you to


    guard the door…and stop anyone who wants in…no doctor and nurse…No matter what they say!”


    “What the hell is going on here!” Clemente cried, “Why turn down the help when you know you need


    it-”


    “Just….PLEASE!” J shrieked, breathing very fast.


    “We will exin to youter. Just go!” Westin growled.


    Clemente dashed out of the room.


    Westin hovered by her side, cupping her cheek with a trembling hand, “Tell me what


    I can do…”


    “J–Just stay by my side…” she panted.


    She desperately needed support, even if it was Westin’s support.


    Another contraction gripped J as she threw her head backwards and screamed at


    the top of her lungs-


    “АНННН!”