Kidnapped and Rejected – The Return of Alpha’s Luna by Moon Claw

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After a long while, Clemente put the pregnancy stick into his pocket and picked up the lemonade again.

He crossed the lawn and found Janet and the twins by the water fountain.

“You are back!” Belle jumped up as soon as she saw him, “Come and smell the roses, Clemente. The

gardener just picked it out for us.”

“Thank you, Princess Belle, but I am good,” Clemente replied in a polite yet distant voice.

Then he turned to Janet, “Lady Janet, I was wondering if I could ask for a day off today.”

“A day off?” Janet was stunned, “W–What for?”

She couldn’t get him out of her sight for even one second when she tried to dispose of that pregnancy

stick.

And now he was asking for a day off?

It sounded too good to be true.

Clemente’s face remained expressionless, “My brother died on this very day, 6 years

ago.”

A deathly silence fell upon them.

“…I am sorry. I didn’t know about that,” Janet said lowly after a long pause.

“It is alright. But I want to visit him at the cemetery. Bring him some flowers. Let him know that I am

doing OK.”

“Of course,” Janet nodded hastily. “Go.”

“And can you stay with Prince Wells and Princess Belle before I come back? That way I will know that

you are safe.”

“Just go, man. We are with Janet,” Wells said.

Belle picked up a bunch of roses and handed it to Clemente, her eyes misty,

give this to Keavy? Let him know that we all miss him very much.”

“I will. Thank you, Princess Belle.”

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With the bunch of roses in his hand, Clemente turned and left the water fountain. 45 minutes later, he

arrived at the Lycan’s cemetery, which was perched on the summit of the mountain, overlooking the

sprawling valleys below.

The air was thin, and the distant echoes of nature’s melodies seemed muted by the weight of grief that

clung to the place.

As Clemente climbed up the winding path, he could feel the crisp mountain breeze carrying the scent of

pine and damp earth, intermingled with the aroma of roses in his hand.

Keavy was buried at the center of this graveyard, underneath an ancient tree.

When Clemente arrived, there were already two people standing by Keavy’s grave. One was a lady

dressed in a black dress, and the other was a boy at around 7 years old.

“You are late.”

Agnes turned around, with tears still glittering in her eyes.

“I was with Janet and the twins,” Clemente said.

He bent down to rub the boy’s hair, “How are you, Bryn?”

Bryn was Keavy’s kid.

The resemblance between them was so sticking that sometimes Clemente felt that he could see his

late brother through Bryn.

Yet their personalities were nothing alike.

Keavy was cheerful, outgoing, and a people person. He was like a magnet, drawing everyone around

to him.

Yet Bryn didn’t pick that up. This boy was quiet and sullen, eyes always looking down at his own shoes.

Just as now, he not only didn’t answer Clemente’s question but even tilted his head.

slightly to avoid his uncle’s touch.

Clemente let out a sigh internally. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

He turned to his brother’s tombstone and set the bunch of roses down on the ground

Princess Belle asked me to bring this.

“Take it away!”

Agnes’s voice became sharp abruptly, “Keavy hated the roses. You know that. Clemente frowned, “No

he doesn’t.”

Agnes rounded her teary eyes, looking hurt, “Are you…Are you saying that I have forgotten what my

husband likes or doesn’t like? Clemente, how could you!”

The frown between his eyebrows grew deeper.

He didn’t want to argue with Agnes.

So he moved the roses a little to the right, away from the tombstone.

“Happy?” he asked quietly.

Agnes blinked her tears away, “…What do you have for me?”

Clemente hesitated for a few seconds.

Then he took out that pregnancy test stick and handed it to Agnes.

“What is this?”

Agnes took it from him, “A pregnancy test? Why am I looking at it? Don’t tell me you

are dating someone right now. Wait…

Her voice suddenly grew shrill again.

“…Are you dating that obnoxious little princess?!” she snapped.

Clemente looked offended.

“Belle is not obnoxious,” he said deeply.

“And you are defending her!”

Tears streaming down Agnes’s cheeks as she shrieked:

“Do you know what a hard time she gave me a couple of days ago? She expelled me from my own tea

party, Clemente! How can you ever hang out with her? You swore to your brother on his deathbed that

you would always help and support me. Have you completely forgotten what you said-”

“Enough!” Clemente growled.

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath to organize his feelings, and then opened them back up

again.

“I won’t talk to Belle again if it upsets you,” he said coldly. “But that pregnancy test

Belle’s…I took it from Janet.”

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Agnes froze on her spot.

Her eyes grew wider and wider, with a mixed emotion of disbelief, rage, and panic flickering across her

eyes-

“That BITCH!” she screamed abruptly at the top of her lunge.

Bryn winced by her side.

“Agnes!” Clemente snapped.

He gently nudged on his niece’s shoulder, “You can go play, Bryn. Your mother and I

need to talk.”

Bryn gave his mother an anxious look and ran off.

Clemente turned back to Agnes, a very serious look on his face, “Can you watch yourself around the

kid? You scared Bryn. And it wasn’t the first time.”

Yet Agnes was not listening to him at all.

She was pacing back and forth in front of Keavy’s tombstone, biting her nails anxiously.

“That bitch is pregnant…pregnant with Westin’s child…”

She jerked around to Clemente, “It is Westin’s child, right?”

Clemente’s face tightened, “I don’t know.”

“I bet it is!”

Agnes snapped.

“She can’t get her hands off Westin! You should have seen the way she stared at Westin…it was like a

dog drooling over fresh meat…disgusting…”

“Agnes…”

Agnes suddenly stopped pacing.

She covered her face with both of her hands and made a sobbing noise.

Clemente looked at her helplessly.

He took out a handkerchief and walked close to Agnes, handing it to her, “Here. Stop crying…”

Yet she didn’t take the handkerchief.

She hit him on the arm.

“Why didn’t you kill Janet when you had the chance!” she cried.

Clemente stood on his spot stiffly.

“…I tried once. On the night that you asked me to,” he said lowly. “But I didn’t know that Belle and

Wells were with him… Then the next day, Westin asked me to be Janet’s guard-”

Clemente’s chest heaved, “I have the King’s order to protect her-

“Westin doesn’t know what is good for him!”

Agnes yelled at him, a hysteric look on her face.

“That bitch Janet is toxic! She is bad to Westin and to the entire Lycan’s Kingdom! We have to get rid of

her…for Westin’s sake!

Clemente lowered his head, saying nothing.

Clemente shook off her hand abruptly.

He raised his head.

His gaze became cold.

“Is it really for Westin? Or for yourself?” he asked icily.

Agnes parted her lips in panic.

…W–What do you mean?” she stuttered.

“Do you want Janet to die because she is bad for Westin? Or because you want Westin yourself?!”

His angry voice echoed in the silent graveyard.

Agnes’s face turned pale.

“Answer it, Agnes!” Clemente hissed, “To my brother’s grave!”