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

Chapter 171

The Lycan?

Janet was stunned for a few seconds and then burst out laughing, “No. You are kidding.”

“You don’t believe me,” the servant snorted.

“Well then, because…Lycan is nothing about a myth.”

Janet had heard many stories and fairytales about the Lycan since she was a child.

In those stories, the Lycans were just like them, except for the fact that they were stronger, more powerful, and more ruthless.

But it was more like a mythical creature, created by the bard and fairytale writer to keep children away from the woods at night.

Yet now, this servant was telling her that the Lycan was real. And the Lycan was here

at Lance’s wedding.

How was she supposed to believe something this ridiculous?

The servant saw the skeptical look on her face, and he shrugged, “It is a myth to you, but not to us. The Lycan has kept a friendly relationship with us for years…Well,

‘friendly‘ is probably not the right word. They WATCH OVER us.”

Janet laughed, “You meant like a god or something?”

She meant this as a sarcasm.

Yet the servant looked very serious, “Yes. Exactly like the god, or guardian if you prefer.”

“You are kidding. The rogues are a bunch of anarchists. You would let another being rule over you?”

The werewolves and the rogues had fought for

years for

power.

The rogues never bent their back to anyone, not even an Alpha.

Yet they submitted themselves to the Lycan?

“Because…”

The servant gulped with a hint of fear flickering across his eyes, …You have any idea how powerful the Lycan is. They are the earliest group of werewolves created by the Moon Goddess. They exhibit ancient powers that we werewolves don’t. Words

said that even their wolf form is different than ours.”

Janet was intrigued, “Different how?”

Yet the servant didn’t answer.

He was staring at the gate in awe as everyone else did.

Janet followed his gaze and saw the man who just walked in with Lance.

This must

Sir Edwin.

He was a very handsome guy, about 6 feet high.

He had silky, raven–black hair that contracted elegantly against his pale skin. His features were chiseled and aristocratic, with a strong jawline and high cheekbones.

His eyes were a captivating shade, like deep, mysterious pools of midnight that drew

others in.

Janet stared at him.

guy looked as though he just come out of a medieval oil

she didn’t see how he was

just a

Sir Edwin’s side. The two were having a heated

in this

including Lance–had completely forgotten

in the dancefloor.

clenched her fists in rage, her body shaking

to

stolen, first by Morgana, then by this guy

at someone, or

that making a scene would only make Lance

two maids carrying her 10–layer wedding cake into the

and snarled, “Is this

cake on the counter

want the pastry chef flogged for this! Which one of you is

not us my

spots,

saw this from the distance and hastily walked over, “What is

once, “It was her! She made this

to

made this?”

frowned, “I helped a little. What is the matter with

lilies? Are you fucking kidding me?” Harper gritted, nitpicking.

Janet narrowed her eyes.

the most important

This cake stayed

my gorgeous

This cake stayed.

an ordinary cake,” Janet said. “There is

that I have bad

internally. It was exactly what she

talk some sense into Harper, “We spent days on this cake. If you say no to this one, you won’t

care. This is your problem. Get me

breath with rage surging up in

just smash Harper’s

a deep voice

are you two

It was Daran.

hadn’t seen him earlier. Maybe he ran

at the sight of Daran. She was always afraid of him. But then she remembered how Daran handed

would take her side

that the cake she made is

the cake casually and looked back at Harper, “I didn’t see

taking her side again? Have you already forgotten how she betrayed

Daran’s face darkened.

snort, “I don’t need you to remind me.

“But the cake-”

a fuzz.” Daran stared at her icily. “You are already accused of being extravagant.

bit her lips

at Janet and then

took a quick look

each other after that night he brought

rage had

her hatred towards

with the cake,

rounded her eyes.

hid her panic and pretended to be

playing dumb with me, Janet. I am not Harper,” Daran chuckled. “A regular 10–layer cake is really heavy, and it