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

Chatper 181

Chapter 181

Janet clenched her fists abruptly, her eyes blazing with anger.

“You fucking used him!!!” she snarled.

The courtyard’s solemn atmosphere was interrupted by Janet’s sudden roar. All rogue soldiers jerked

around to look at her, not knowing what was going on.

Daran kept his hands in his pocket, meeting Janet’s glare with cold eyes.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he said calmly.

“Stop fucking pretending!”

Janet strode up to him and grabbed him by the collar.

He stood a few inches taller. She dragged his head down furiously with one hand.

“You know what I was talking about… You fucking used Kass!”

She hissed at him, her raging voice echoing in the night sky.

“You had the chance of killing Lance yourself, but you didn’t. You tossed Lance toward Kass instead.

You plotted this whole thing! You want him to be the new Rogue King so that he will offer you his

blood!”

Daran’s jaw tightened.

His face was turning dark.

“I did him a favor,” he gritted. “If it weren’t for me, he would never have the chance. to possess such a

power!”

“Not everyone is as power–hungry as you! You didn’t even ask if he wants this!”

“Why the fuck do you care?!” Daran snapped, “You aren’t him. You are not even his mate. Where does

this temper tantrum come from?”

Of course, she had a right to be angry!

She was the only one who knew about Daran’s plan.

She had a chance to stop him.

Yet she didn’t.

Fuck, she should have realized that the person that Daran wanted to be King was Kass all along!

Because it was so obvious. He was the perfect one!

Morgana was off the list because she despised Daran.

But Kass was different.

Kass spent years in the werewolf society, ruled by Alphas. If Daran ordered him to offer his blood as an

Alpha, Kass would most likely say Yes out of his fear of the Alpha aura.

Daran…What a manipulative, cunning bastard! Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Wait. What was going on?” Kass asked behind their back, sounding perplexed.

“Yeah. I was totally lost.” Morgana joined the conversation and asked, “What were you talking about?

What blood? What plan?”

Janet jerked around and snapped, “Kass. No matter how many times Daran begs you, do not give him

your blood!”

“M–My blood?”

Kass stuttered, looking completely lost, “Why does he need my blood? Does he need a blood

transfusion? Was he hurt?”

“I don’t think they are the same blood type, Janet,” Morgana said.

“NO! It is not that!” Janet cried, frustrated. “I–I will explain to you later…”

There was a vein popping on Daran’s forehead. He looked infuriated.

“You said that you wouldn’t help me. Fine! But why do you have to deliberately sabotage my plan!” he

snarled.

“Because I don’t like how you used my friends! They are human beings! Not your goddamn tool!!!”

They glared at each other in fume with tension building in the air.

They were so caught up in their fight that they didn’t notice the group of newcomers by the courtyard’s

entrance.

Morgana gasped abruptly.

…The Lycans…” she hissed.

The Lycans had blocked the courtyard’s entrance. Standing up front was their King Westin.

Westin moved forward, stepping into the silver moonlight, the expression on his face unreadable.

Everyone tightened their clench on their weapons, feeling intimidated by these intruders.

After a long pause, Daran broke the silence, “As you can see, Lance is dead already. We took care of

him. The chaos and turmoil that you were worried about is now gone. Now it is time for you to leave the

werewolf soil.”

Edwin was standing by Westin’s side.

He let out a light chuckle, “We offered our help. Yet now you are getting rid of us without a thank you.

That is not nice. Plus, nobody said that this is the werewolf soil.”

Morgana was pissed, “We didn’t ask for your help. You just showed up!”

“Your King most certainly did invite us to his wedding.”

“The old King is dead.” Morgana snorted, “We have a new King now.”

Kass held his sword tightly, keeping a watchful eye on Edwin and Westin.

“I heard you argue about offering blood or something.” Westin narrowed his eyes, gazing at Daran and

Janet. “What was that about?”

Janet bit her lips, unsure of what she should say.

Daran told her that the Lycans didn’t want a Werewolf King. Because the Werewolf King was the only

one who had the power to fight the Lycans.

And that put her in a dilemma

And that put her in a dilemma.

She hated Daran for how he used her friends for power.

But she would hate it more if the Lycans came onto their soil and messed with their business.

Westin waited but nobody answered.

He took another step forward, his gaze growing sharper.

“Lance told you, didn’t he?” Westin asked in a strained voice, “He told you…about. how to become the

Werewolf King.”

Daran let out a cold laugh, “Why? Are you afraid?”

“Lycans are not afraid of the werewolf!” Edwin growled behind Westin’s back.

“But you should.”

Daran raised his chin, a disdainful look on his face, “You should learn to fear us…especially when there

is a Werewolf King.”

A loud, rumbling howl met their ears the next second.

It was Westin.

He dashed forward and went directly at Daran without any warning!

Daran was caught off guard. But his reflex saved him. He stepped to the side and narrowly escaped

the punch Westin threw at him.

The punch was aimed at Daran’s heart.

But it landed on Daran’s shoulder instead.

The great force that this punch carried sent Daran flying backward and landed on the ground with a

loud thud!

Janet clamped her hands over her mouth, her eyes widened with shock.

She had never seen anyone defeat Daran in a one–on–one combat!

Daran was the strongest werewolf she knew.

But Westin knocked him over with just one punch.

That was the striking physical difference between a werewolf and a Lycan!

Janet didn’t dare to imagine what if that punch landed on Daran’s heart instead of his shoulder.

…Daran’s heart would probably explode right on the spot.

“What the fuck are you doing!” Morgana snarled.

Kass pointed his sword at Westin and snapped, “Back down, Lycan!”

Yet Westin ignored the two of them.

He walked up to Daran, step by step, and said in a low voice, “You shouldn’t try to challenge us. Give

up on this now. I will spare your life.”

Daran let out a cold laugh. He slowly pulled himself up and stood straight to face Westin.

“You wish,” he hissed.

Westin narrowed his eyes and raised one hand, “Then today is your end.”

A figure dashed in front of him, standing between him and Daran.

It was Janet.

“I won’t let you kill him,” she said, clenching her fists.

“I hate him for personal reasons. This is fucking business! I am a werewolf. I will not

stand aside and watch you slaughter my people!”

Daran snorted, “She hasn’t recognized your mate bond yet. You are no mate to her.”

“I am still better off than you,” Westin’s face wrinkled up into a grimace of disgust. “You rejected her.

You are ancient history.”

“ENOUGH!”

Janet cried, interrupting their juvenile quarrel.

The three of them stood stiffly on their spot, with Daran and Westin on the opposite sides and Janet in

the middle, facing Westin.

“Fine.”

Westin shrugged. The grim look on his face was replaced by a laid–back smile. Janet instantly let out a

sigh of relief.

Yet Daran found this a little too good to be true, “It comes with a cost, doesn’t it?”

“Of course.”

Westin stared at Janet, his eyes softened.

“I will agree to a truce. I will call back all my men. I will even leave Daran to play his own game of

power. As long as you agree to a single condition, Janet.”

“…Which is?”

“Come to the Lycan’s land with me. And never, ever, in your whole life, see Daran again.”