Book TRK
Chapter 221
Chapter 221
“Hey, what are you talking about over there? We need our pitcher,” Westin cried to them in the
distance.
Janet laughed and patted on Clemente’s shoulder, “You should get back in there.”
The game lasted for hours till the moon moved to the center of the night sky.
Eventually, stewards had to step in and remind them that they had completely missed dinner.
“Wow we really lost track of time, didn’t we?” Westin walked off the field with Clemente while wiping his
sweat damp hair with a towel.
“The soldiers had fun,” Clemente grinned.
“Of course, they did. They just got a chance to beat their King in the field. How often does that
happen?”
“It happens pretty much every time you play baseball?” Clemente joked.
Westin punched him on the shoulder, “Don’t get cocky. I will rub your smug face on the home base next
time.”
They burst out laughing together.
Janet was still waiting for them on the bench.
Westin walked up to her and pulled her into his arms, “Hey sorry my love, the game went on for too
long. You should have returned to the castle yourself.”
Janet didn’t push him away this time.
“No. I want to wait,” she smiled. “Are you hungry?”
“I am starving. I will ask the maids to bring something to your room right away.”
Westin turned to Clemente, “Come and have dinner with us.”
Clemente looked at Janet and then back to him, looking reluctant, “Umm I think I will eat in the
kitchen…I don’t want to bother you two…”
“Don’t be silly.” Janet smiled, “It is just one dinner. The king and I will have plenty of alone time together
in the future.”
Westin’s eyes lit up with joy hearing her say that.
He planted a soft kiss on her forehead and chuckled, “The queen is right.”
The three of them returned to Janet’s room.
The food had been brought up from the kitchen and was waiting for them on the table, from soup to
salad to roasted meat.
The smell of meat made her feel sick again. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
She wanted to puke.
But she couldn’t do it in front of these two men.
So she swallowed back her sickness and took the seat far away from that platter of meat, pretending
that everything was normal.
Westin and Clemente discussed a few business matters over dinner as Janet had her soup in silence.
Then Clemente asked, “For your mating ceremony, my king, there will be many guests coming into the
castle. How should we handle security?”
Westin rubbed his chin, “Security is a major issue… Have we found out who poisoned
Elder Randy?”
“Not yet, my king.”
“Which meant that there was still a criminal out there. Let us have a meeting with the head of security
tomorrow, to make sure that the castle is one hundred percent secured on the ceremony day. Can’t
afford to have another incident like the Spring Ball.”
“I will arrange that meeting right away.”
Westin cast a casual glance at Janet before saying, “Especially with the werewolves this close to our
borderline, we can use some extra precaution.”
“Yes. My king.”
Janet’s heart skipped a beat!
THIS close to the borderline?
How close exactly?
Did it mean that Daran was already right here in these mountains?
If that was the case, that damn mist forest was the only thing that stood between them right now.
She was thrilled internally. She was also desperate to know more.
But she didn’t want to act recklessly and peet Westin suspicious.
But she didn’t want to act recklessly and get Westin suspicious.
She would stick to her plan.
“Oh, and there is something I want to tell you.”
Janet set her silvers down and looked at Westin, “Earlier today, when Belle and Wells
came over, they said that they wanted to introduce the elders from House of Light
to me.”
“It is a great idea. “Westin nodded, “The elders in the House of Light are very friendly people. You
should get to know them.”
“That is the idea. Wells said that there would be a hunting organized by the House of Light. He said I
am welcome to join them.”
“…A hunting?”
Westin narrowed his eyes, “Where?”
“Wells didn’t say. In the mountains, perhaps?” Janet shrugged.
She was acting cool about it.
But only god knew that her heart was about to jump out of her throat. Her palms were drenched with
sweat.
This was the most important part of her plan.
If Westin didn’t approve…Everything fell apart.
“Is it really a good idea to leave the castle?” Westin leaned back in his chair, directing a searching look
upon Janet, “Especially since we haven’t located the person who poisoned Elder Randy yet?”
“How dangerous can it be? We will be traveling in one large group.”
Janet paused and then looked over to Clemente.
“Plus, Clemente will stay closely by my side, keeping me safe. Won’t you, Clemente?”
Clemente nodded firmly, “I will.”
Westin raised an eyebrow, saying nothing.
Janet secretly gave Clemente a pleading look.
Receiving her hint, Clemente turned to Westin and said, “You can trust me, My King.
I won’t let anything happen to your Queen—”
“Oh, it is not you that I don’t trust, brother.” Westin chuckled and patted his shoulder, “But I will think
about it.”
After dinner, Janet went into the bathroom to freshen up..
When she came out of the bathroom, Clemente was gone.
Westin was on the bed, leaning against and bedhead, flipping through a book she left
on the nightstand.
It was just the two of them in this room.
Her body became tense involuntarily as she asked, “Where did Clemente go?”
Westin emilad
“I gave him the night off. I will be your guard tonight,” Westin smiled.
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Janet stood stiffly on her spot.
He chuckled, “Do you need me to carry you to bed?”
She darted him a glare, walked around the bed, and climbed up to the bed from another side.
Yet he grabbed her waist and drew her close, rounding his arms around her.
He buried his nose in her neck, taking in a deep breath.
“…You smell amazing,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.
“It is the shampoo.”
“No…it is not the shampoo….it is you.”
He nibbled the sensitive area on her neck, causing her body to hum with electricity.
Her breathing became heavy, “What do you think you are doing?”
He raised his head and looked at her through his thick, long eyelashes.
There was passion and lust burning in
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“Trying to please my mate?” he said huskily, “Get her to agree to marry me?”
He narrowed his eyes, looking disgruntled.
“You gave me a week to think about it.” She reminded him, “I will have 3 days left.”
“I remember that. But…Come on, Janet.”
His chest heaved, his eyes growing dark.
“The hunting,” he said abruptly.
Her heart skipped a beat, “…What about it?”
“I have a gut feeling that there is something wrong with it.”
He caught her earlobe with his teeth, breathing into her ears.
…So tell me this my love…you are not planning on something behind my back, are you?”