Chapter 171

The Lycan?

Janet was stunned for a few seconds and then burst out laughing, “No. You are kidding.”

“You don’t believe me,” the servant snorted.

“Well then, because…Lycan is nothing about a myth.”

Janet had heard many stories and fairytales about the Lycan since she was a child.

In those stories, the Lycans were just like them, except for the fact that they were stronger, more powerful, and more ruthless.

But it was more like a mythical creature, created by the bard and fairytale writer to keep children away from the woods at night.

Yet now, this servant was telling her that the Lycan was real. And the Lycan was here

at Lance’s wedding.

How was she supposed to believe something this ridiculous?

The servant saw the skeptical look on her face, and he shrugged, “It is a myth to you, but not to us. The Lycan has kept a friendly relationship with us for years…Well,

‘friendly‘ is probably not the right word. They WATCH OVER us.”

Janet laughed, “You meant like a god or something?”

She meant this as a sarcasm.

Yet the servant looked very serious, “Yes. Exactly like the god, or guardian if you prefer.”

“You are kidding. The rogues are a bunch of anarchists. You would let another being rule over you?”

The werewolves and the rogues had fought for

years for

power.

The rogues never bent their back to anyone, not even an Alpha.

Yet they submitted themselves to the Lycan?

“Because…”

The servant gulped with a hint of fear flickering across his eyes, …You have any idea how powerful the Lycan is. They are the earliest group of werewolves created by the Moon Goddess. They exhibit ancient powers that we werewolves don’t. Words

said that even their wolf form is different than ours.”

Janet was intrigued, “Different how?”

Yet the servant didn’t answer.

He was staring at the gate in awe as everyone else did.

Janet followed his gaze and saw the man who just walked in with Lance.

This must

Sir Edwin.

He was a very handsome guy, about 6 feet high.

He had silky, raven–black hair that contracted elegantly against his pale skin. His features were chiseled and aristocratic, with a strong jawline and high cheekbones.

His eyes were a captivating shade, like deep, mysterious pools of midnight that drew

others in.

Janet stared at him.

just

didn’t see how he was

a phony. Janet

Sir Edwin’s side. The two

was drowned in this honored, mysterious

forgotten that

in the dancefloor.

rage,

was supposed to

her thunder was completely stolen, first by Morgana, then by this guy

at someone,

a scene would only make

two maids carrying her 10–layer wedding cake

and snarled,

cake on the counter

hideous!” Harper snapped, “Who made this? I want the pastry chef flogged for this!

not

in their spots, not

this from the distance and hastily walked over,

out at once, “It was her! She made this cake with our headmaid. My Queen, please

to

made this?” Harper

helped a little. What is the matter

fucking tacky and hideous! The decorations…roses and lilies? Are you fucking kidding me?” Harper gritted, nitpicking. “Get this

Janet narrowed her eyes.

was the most important part of her

This cake stayed

my gorgeous

This cake stayed.

Janet said. “There is

that I have

rolled her eyes internally. It

“We spent days on this cake. If you say no to this one, you won’t have a wedding cake at

This is your

a deep breath with rage surging

Harper’s stupid face directly into

voice came behind

you

It was Daran.

earlier.

But then she remembered

would take her side this

the cake she made is hideous. And I deserve

casually and looked back at Harper, “I didn’t see anything wrong with

taking her side again? Have you already forgotten how she betrayed

Daran’s face darkened.

out a cold snort, “I don’t need you to remind me. Go. Lance

“But the cake-”

icily. “You are already accused of being extravagant.

bit her lips

resentful glare at Janet and then stormed

took a quick look

the first time they saw each other after that night he brought

initial rage had

towards him

the cake, isn’t

her

pretended to

am not Harper,” Daran chuckled. “A regular 10–layer cake is really heavy, and it takes

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