Kidnapped and Rejected The Return of Alpha’s Luna (Janet and Daran)

Chapter 250

“Fuck…Janet…Janet! Oh my god…”

Westin’s voice was filled with worry and rage, and it was shaking violently.

Janet struggled to open her eyes. But she couldn’t. Her top and bottom lashes were stuck together by frost..

A large hand covered her eyes, gently rubbing her numb skin.

Gradually, her eyelashes defrosted, and ice became water streaming down her face, which almost looked like tears.

She lifted her eyelids, and a worried–stricken face came into view.

“Westin…” she whispered weakly.

“Yeah, yeah I am here baby…”

He waved his hand and cut her free from the pillar. She fell, right into his arms.

He held her tightly, kissed her ice–cold lips, and pressed his forehead against hers, trying to warm her up with his body.

“My King…the coat.”

It was Clemente, standing behind Westin and holding a coat in his hands.

Westin took the coat from him and wrapped Janet in it.

Snapping his head up, he looked around with bloodshot eyes and snarled:

Who fucking did this!”

Soldiers stood a few feet away, shivering like leaves in the wind. No one dared to come forward and talk to the furious king.

Clemente came over, grabbed a random soldier by the collar, and yanked him to Westin.

‘Answer the King!” he snapped, “Who did this to Queen Janet!”

The soldier met with Westin’s raging gaze and trembled even more violently, “It–It

is the Elder Medline’s order…”

Fury flickered across Westin’s eyes as he spooned Janet up and walked to the great hall’s entrance in long strides, with Clemente at his heels.

The heavy double doors were rammed apart.

Everyone in the room jerked around as Westin strode in with Janet in his arms.

Elder Madeline stood up abruptly.

There was a hint of fleeting panic.

But she quickly got herself together and asked in a rather calm voice, “My King, I thought you were out patrolling…”

“So you took advantage of my absence and chained my Queen to a fucking pillar?!” Westin growled savagely, “It was -4 degrees outside! How about I tie you out there and let you have a taste of that?!”

There was a round of gasps from the elders.

There was a round of gasps from the elders.

“This Elder Madeline, my King!” one of the elders cried in disapproval, “The leader of House of Dark, your godmother-

“And this is my Queen! Bearing my child!”

Westin closed in upon Madeline, his gaze very fierce.

He said in a light yet extremely dangerous voice, “Madeline, have always been a good guide to me since my parents passed. Sometimes you can be a little nosey and condescending, but I can stomach all that for my late mom’s sake. But today…you really crossed the line.”

“L…crossed the line?”

Madeline let out a cold sneer, staring at Westin defiantly, “This is the first time you talked to me like that! Treating me like I am your subordinate-”

“You ARE my subordinate!” Westin snapped, “You are an elder and I am the King-”

“I am your godmother!”

Madeline raised her chin with a haughty expression on her face, “It was me who helped you through every single step when you first took over the Kingdom as a child. I taught you. Guided you. Empowered you. And now you are casting me aside for her?!”

“Janet is my wife-”

“But still a lowborn werewolf,” Madeline snorted. “Remember what I told you when you were a child? The werewolves were supposed to be our slaves. And you agreed. with me back then. But you let those weak pusses from the other two houses get into your head, plus this cheap skank right here, and you completely forgot your duty as the Master of the entire world!”

Janet was shivering in Westin’s arms.

The great hall was heated by fire, but it was not enough to warm up her body.

She was cold.

Her whole body was in prickling pain.

And her child was kicking her harder and harder, bringing sharp pain to her belly

area.

She vaguely heard the argument going on around her. And she suddenly understood. something:

… When they first met in the Grace Ruin, Westin always talked about how superior Lycans were compared to the werewolves.

She hated that racist thought, which turned out to be planted by Madeline in his head.

She lifted a hand to tug at Westin’s shirt, to alert him about her discomfort.

Yet another wave of sharp pain hit.

Her arms hung down limp.

Westin did

still focused on

Westin didn’t notice what was going on with her. His eyes were still focused on Madeline.

“What you taught me was wrong and inhumane!” he snarled, “You want to rule the werewolves? But there are many great Alphas and warriors in the werewolf’s society, who will never submit themselves to our rule!”

“Then fight them! Teach them the virtue of obedience with violence!”

Madeline cried insanely, directing a vicious look upon Janet.

We can start with her,” she gritted.

Westin took in a deep, anger–filled breath.

“You are still not listening to me,” he said with an icy laugh and then snapped, “Clemente!”

“Yes, My King.”

“Bring the soldier who chained Queen Janet to the pillar in!”

Clemente followed his order instantly and left the great hall.

Seconds later, he returned with that soldier in his hand.

Westin carefully placed Janet in Clemente’s arms and then drew out his own sword.

The atmosphere became insanely tense.

Madeline sensed something wrong and cried, “What are you doing my king…Stop it!”

Westin ignored her..

He looked down at the soldier and asked word by word, “Did I, or did I not, strictly prohibit anyone to disturb Queen Janet in her room?”

The soldier collapsed on the floor, shaking under his sharp gaze, “You… You did…”

“Did I, or did I not, tell everyone that the Queen’s safety is the number one priority in this Kingdom and anyone who hindered her safety would be considered as treason?”

The soldier started to cry, his voice broken, “You…You did my king, but Elder Madeline-”

“Then you must have known that you have defied my order and committed treason.”

Westin picked up his sword and raised it up above the soldier’s neck.

“…Rest in peace,” he said nonchalantly.

“NO-”

The soldier screamed.

Yet the sword fell mercilessly nevertheless and chopped his head off with one clean.

cut.

Blood gushed out.

The head dropped to the flood.

The soldier’s scream still echoed in the great hall. From NôvelDrama.Org.

But he was dead already.

With the blood–dripping sword still in his hand, Westin turned to look at the horrified elders.

“So…did I make my position clear now?” he asked in a threatening tone.

Elder Madeline’s face was very pale.

Her eyes flickered across the body with no head and quickly looked away from that.

“This…This is your position?” she huffed, clenching her fists, “Turning your sword against your own soldiers?!”

She tried to keep a tough appearance.

But her shaky voice still gave her away.

Westin chuckled icily, “No. This man is not my own soldier. He is a traitor, who deliberately defied my order. I simply executed him.“.

The great hall lapsed into a deathly silence.

Westin stopped looking at the horror–stricken crowd and turned around.

He dropped the sword in the puddle of blood and walked up to Clemente and Janet. “Janet? We are going home now,” he mobbed her sweaty forehead and said in at gentle voice.

She didn’t say anything in response.

She was in fact struggling for breath, her entire body curled up in pain.

“Janet!” Westin frowned and held her hand, “What is wrong? Are you alright?”

She reached out a trembling hand to grab his shirt.

A painful growl escaped her lips.

“Wes…Westin…my child…”

SPLASH!

Water came pouring down from underneath her body.

Janet threw her head backward and let out a long shriek, “AH-”

Westin rounded his eyes, frozen on his spot.

“…Westin!” Clemente cried urgently in Janet’s miserable screams, “Her water broke!!!”