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

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Janet was in so much pain right now, physically and emotionally.

By recognizing their mate bond, she would forever tie herself to a man that she didn’t love and kill the

possibility between her and Daran.

Yet what options did she have left?

Nothing.

She closed her eyes and spoke up in a shaky voice:

“I, Janet Manning, princess of the Blood Moon Pack, hereby recognize Westin Lockhart as my mate, to

cherish and to hold, till death do us part…”

Till death do them part.

That was how long she would be trapped with Westin in this foreign kingdom–her whole life.

The moment she finished saying those words, she felt a strong spiritual connection being built between

her and Westin.

She used to have one with Daran.

Now that old connection was replaced by a new one. Snapped. Gone.

She choked, with tears pouring down her face. She didn’t want to open her eyes to face the cruel

reality.

Cold lips pressed onto hers and roughly kissed her tears away.

“I want this to be the last time you cry for Daran,” Westin’s hoarse voice rang in her ears. “You will be

my queen, my mate from now on. Do not shed tears for another man ever again. I will not allow that.”

Janet stayed perfectly still and said nothing.

She didn’t want to talk to him, the man who caused her a lifetime of happiness.

Westin saw that she was going passive–aggressive here. He let out a cold snort:

“…Fine. It is not like that we are in any rush right now. We have a lot of time ahead of us.‘

He straightened his back and looked down at Janet icily, “I will announce our mate bond to the entire

kingdom right away. The mating ceremony will be held half a month later. Learn to be a queen in the

meantime. You have a lot of duties on your shoulders right now.”

With that said, he went straight out of the operating room and slammed the door shut behind him.

Janet didn’t open her eyes until he was out of the room.

Her heart was filled with so much pain, anger, and grief.

Daran…

He must have felt the snap of their mate bond already.

He must be in so much pain right now.

Would he feel betrayed? Angry? Or sad…Would he give up on her completely?

God she hoped she could have a chance to explain everything to him…

Those strong emotions were about to crush her.

She was desperate to find a way to vent it out or she would simply explode.

Breathing heavily, she clenched onto the sheet.

…Agnes.

That vicious bitch Agnes.

If it weren’t for Agnes, Westin would not have found out about her child this soon and she could

probably try escaping once again.

She wouldn’t need to recognize the mate bond.

And she could still go back to Daran’s side again.

Yet now, all those possibilities were gone.

Janet gritted their teeth as fury burned in her chest. She was practically in hell right now.

She would have to drag Agnes down with her.

…She would fucking destroy Agnes!

At the same time, outside of the mist forest, the werewolf’s campground was being attacked.

The moon hung low in the ink–black sky, casting an eerie glow.

The

campground was now echoed with the savage snarls and howls of the Lycans, their eyes ablaze with a

feral hunger.

They jumped out of the darkness and leaped at the werewolf soldiers. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Teeth snapped. Primal roars reverberated through the night sky.

The campsite flickered with the light of raging fires, illuminating the horrible scene of werewolf soldiers

falling, one by one, to the relentless onslaught.

The werewolves were losing.

Because they were lacking their King.

In the tent located at the center of the campground, a soldier knelt by the bedside and called in an

urgent voice:

“King Daran…Wake up…God please wake up….Please…”

Daran lay on the bed, unconscious.

Sweat formed on his forehead. There was a tight furrow between his brows.

A few groans escaped his lips as though he was being haunted by his nightmares right now.

The soldier threw his fist into the ground, frustrated.

Daran passed out all of a sudden about half an hour ago. Nobody knew why.

Before they could wake their King, the Lycans attacked.

They were being slaughtered right now.

If King Daran didn’t wake up in time, everyone would die!

“My King…My King! The Lycans are here!!” the soldier cried into Daran’s ears.

This time, Daran’s eyelids fluttered.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

“My King!” the soldiers yelled in thrill. “Thank god…The Lycans-”

“I know,” said Daran hoarsely.

He got out of bed.

He even lurched a little when his teet touched the ground.

Panicked, the soldier offered his hand to Daran to help him restore his balance, but Daran had already

shifted into a giant black wolf.

The wolf let out a long howl and leaped out of the tent.

Its fur, a silky black, rippled as he bounded across the clearing, agile and lethal.

All the werewolf soldiers cried out in joy when they saw him:

It is the King! The King is here!!!”

“Thank the Moon Goddess we are going to be alright!”

Daran lunged forward, attacking any Lycans that stood in his way.

His golden eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity as he rallied the remaining werewolf soldiers.

The clash of fangs and claws erupted like thunder, and the earth shook beneath the weight of the

battling beasts.

The Lycans didn’t fight for long after Daran appeared.

They quickly retreated back into the mist forest.

Before they were gone, one of the Lycan soldier turned around and shouted at them: “The Lycan King

sent his regard! Consider this little attack a gift from the Lycans. Share our joy on this happy occasion!”

The Lycans dashed into the woods and disappeared into the darkness.

The werewolf soldiers stood among the dead bodies of their fellow soldiers, an angry, perplexed look

on their faces.

“Happy occasion?!” one of the soldiers snapped, “What the fuck are they talking about!”

Another soldier suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the distant skyline:

“-Look!”

A golden glow of light shot up into the night sky. It exploded into millions of little colorful sparkles,

painting the black canvas into a pink and orange halo.

Fireworks!

“Why are they doing fireworks? Is today a Lycan’s festival?”

Just then, more fireworks went up into the sky and they formed two giant letters that dominated the

skyline: W&J.

“Wait…” a soldier gasped, “…W&J… Isn’t it…Westin and Janet?!”

All soldiers wheeled their heads around and looked at their King.

Daran stood alone, gazing at the distant fireworks with a bleak look on his face.

He felt it.

The snap of their mate bond..

Their mate bond vanished when he first rejected Janet. Yet parts of it had been built since be and Janet

reconnected again.

And now the bond was gone once again..

Because Janet was the one ending their relationship this time, it was he who needed to handle the

pain.

It hurt so much that he passed out.

But no physical pain could compare to the pain in his heart.

Janet was with Westin now.

She recognized their mate bond.

But at the same time, a small inner voice was ringing in his ears:

What if she did it voluntarily, Daran? What if she was really in love with Westin and had completely

forgotten about you?

You deserved all of these.

Daran suddenly clenched his chest and arched his back, breathing heavily.

“My King!”

Soldiers gathered at Daran’s side.

Daran coughed a few times and slowly stood up straight.

His face was pale like a sheet.

“You guys can leave.” he said in a hoarse voice, “I am not going anywhere.”

“My King-!!”

“Janet is still waiting for me.”

He murmured, gazing at the distant night sky blankly.

“What if she needs me again after I left? I can’t go…Can’t abandon her….Can’t take that risk…”

He would try going into that mist forest again.

He would find the love of his life.

He wanted to look her in the eyes and hear her reasons with his own ears.

Explain it to me, Janet,

Why did you turn your back on me?

Did you really not love me anymore?