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

Chatper 191

Chapter 191

The formidable creature stood in the dark shadows, towering at an imposing height.

Its eyes, burning with a golden fire, traveled across the aghast soldiers, and landed on Janet’s face.

A creeping chill was sent down Janet’s spine as their eyes met.

She swallowed, nervously.

…Now she finally saw how the Lycans were different from them.

Unlike the wolves that ran on their fours, the Lycan stood on its hind legs. And it was

2-3 times larger than a regular werewolf.

Its posture was a graceful fusion of human and wolf.

A divine work of the Moon Goddess.

Its sole being made the werewolves look like a bunch of primitive beasts.

The Lycan that stood in front of them had its whole body cloaked in dense white fur, which caught the

moonlight and shimmered like freshly fallen snow.

It bent its back and stared down at Janet.

Janet flinched, involuntarily.

Although she was reluctant to admit…she was intimidated.

“Hey, you want to ride on my back?” said the Lycan in Westin’s voice, “It is going to be fun.”

She gulped.

“No thanks…I am good.”

“OK then. Wait here and let me get them back.”

With a howl that pierced the night, it spurted forward, at a speed that surpassed any natural creatures!

It leaped over the brick wall in one move and went straight at the minivan!

Its large, muscular frame was shockingly fluid as it traversed the landscape on its powerful hind legs.

The dense white fur rippled as it propelled itself forward, catching the moonlight like a streak of silver in

motion.

It didn’t take the Lycan 10 seconds to catch up with the minivan.

With one powerful strike, it held the minivan to a complete stop.

Its sharp claw pierced into the top of the van as though the car was made of cotton and not metal.

Then it flung its arm–the car was turned upside down and crushed down to the ground with a loud

bang!

The minivan weighed at least 5000 pounds.

Yet it looked like a toy in the Lycan’s hand!

Horrified screams came from inside the car.

A few survivors climbed out of the crushed car and tried to escape.

The Lycan caught one man in its claw and squeezed. With a crashing sound, the man’s skull exploded.

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The second man shot a pistol at the Lycan with a shaky hand.

But he lost his aim in panic.

Before he could fire again, the Lycan swung its arm–its sharp pointy nail slit the man’s throat

Blood gushed out from his throat, tainting the white fur.

The last man standing saw everything and let out a loud scream.

He turned, trying to run, but got caught by the Lycan immediately.

It opened its giant mouth at the man, its fangs gleaming ivory in the moonlight.

“-STOP!!!”

It was Janet.

She came running towards them in bare feet across the field, her emerald green dress fluttering in the

wind.

“STOP! Don’t kill him!” she cried.

The Lycan froze.

Seconds later, it switched back to human.

“You don’t want them to die?” Westin asked with an idle smile.

He didn’t even break a sweat after the fight

Janet walked up to him, out of breath, and shook her head, “No. We need to ask them who is behind

this.”

“Well then, whatever you want. The safe is right here in the car.

He bent down and dragged out a safe from the car.

The safe was still intact

Then he took a step forward towards Janet.

She couldn’t help but wince back again.

But Westin didn’t notice that. He simply picked her up from the cold ground by her waist and placed her

on top of the minivan.

“Those rocks will hurt your feet,” he said. “Let me go get the others.”

Moments later, the soldiers gathered by.

Nobody said a word.

But they were all staring at Westin in fear.

None of them dared to come close to Westin within 5 feet.

Yet Westin didn’t mind that at all–the other’s opinion meant nothing to him.

He leaned against the car and kept his eyes on Janet as the other soldiers cleaned up the bodies and

blood.

“Do you like my wolf?” he asked with a grin.

“It is…formidable.”

She paused and then said, “But actually, there is no need for you to shift. The soldiers can take care of

this.”

And there was no need for you to kill all of them.

She added internally.

“I know. But you haven’t seen my wolf yet. I want you to see it.

He smirked in a cocky yet very youthful kind of way, “I figured…If you like my wolf, maybe you will like

me better?”

Janet bit her lips.

She didn’t know how to tell Westin that his wolf appeared more intimidating than likable to her.

“Your wolf looked very different than ours,” she said eventually.

Westin shrugged, “Ancient tales say that the first group of werewolves that the Moon Goddess created

was the Lycans. Some of the Lycans degenerated and then came the werewolves.”

“So we are a degenerated version of yours?” asked a voice behind their back.

It was Daran.

He strode over the dead bodies on the ground and walked to them, his face darkened. “You certainly

think very highly of yourselves,” he narrowed his eyes at Westin.

Westin chuckled, “We are not allowed to trash talk to each other. So I am not going to respond to that.”

Janet let out a sigh.

She could tell that Daran was offended by Westin’s comment.

To be honest, so was she.

But she had been through too many ups and downs in one night to go through another fight.

“We have the safe. Let us take the last man alive and head back to the packhouse,” she said.

Then she beckoned the captain over and told him, “You run back to Lord Rolf’s mansion and take that

butler to the packhouse as well.”

“Yes, Gamma Janet!”

The soldiers had brought over their cars.

They hopped in and started heading back to the packhouse.

A couple hours later, when they arrived at the packhouse, it had already passed midnight.

The party just ended.

Fancily dressed guests were on their way to leave. Casper and Balvina stood by the front door, sending

them off.

It was Balvina who spotted their car first, “It is Janet! She is back!”

She rushed down the stairs to greet Janet, “Casper told me. You really shouldn’t put yourself through

so many troubles, I can live without that tiara.”

“No. It is fine. I want to do this for you,” Janet smiled.

Casper walked down the stairs as well.

“Was it the bandits?” he asked.

“Actually…….no

Janet snapped her fingers, and a man was brought out of the car by the soldiers.

“This man is part of the team that robbed the jewelry.” Janet said, “We found him in Lord Rolf’s

mansion.”

Gasps could be heard from the crowd.

Guests who hadn’t left yet all stood frozen in their spots.

Everyone knows that Lord Rolf was a highly respected elder in the Blood Moon Pack So how was this

possible?

“This is ridiculous!”

A large, sturdy man strode out of the crowd. He was in his late 50s, looking tough like a veteran.

This was Lord Rolf.

“Why would I steal some jewelry?” he snapped, “Do I seem like a man who lacks money?!”

The crowd was agitated.

People were whispering to each other, a skeptical look on their faces.

Nobody believed that Lord Rolf would do such a thing.

Even Casper leaned in and asked Janet in a low voice, “…You sure you have the right guy?”

“I am almost certain.”

“Well, ‘almost certain‘ is not good enough. You know Lord Rolf. He is not a man who can be messed

with…”

Just then, another car rushed into the drive and halted to a sharp stop.

The door opened up.

The butler was shoved outside, followed by a young, sick–looking girl.

Lord Rolf first widened his eyes.

Then he burst out shouting, “You brought my butler here? And my sick daughter?! What the fuck is

wrong with you?!”

The young girl wept and threw herself into Lord Rolf’s arms, “Dad! They barged into

our house! They killed our man! They threatened our butler! I almost had a heart. attack…”

Lord Rolf held his daughter tightly.

He turned to glare at Janet.

All eyes were on Janet at this moment.

Janet clenched her fists.

Cold sweat trickled down her spine.