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

Chapter 207

Janet balled her fists.

Westin proposed to Agnes before?

Yet he kept telling her that Agnes was not his loved one.

What a liar.

Agnes chided gently, “Don’t say that, Kalinda. Westin never proposed to me.”

“But he wanted to, apparently. If the elders hadn’t forced him to marry a werewolf, he would definitely propose to you.“.

“No, he won’t.” Agnes said in a flat voice, “Keavy was his best friend. Even thought Keavy was dead for a long time, Westin still respected him too much to do that.”

Janet rubbed her chin.

The relationship between Westin and Agnes seemed even more complicated than she thought.

She remembered Westin telling her once that Agnes was mated already..

Now it sounded that Agnes’s mate was this man named Keavy, who was the best friend of Westin.

But he was dead already.

“Honestly, Agnes, haven’t you considered remarrying?” that Issa girl asked, “How many years have it been since Keavy-”

Agnes sighed, “5 years.”

“Yet you are at the prime of your years! You can’t waste it. Just whisper to us. If you want that lowborn werewolf gone, there are many ways to make that happen…” Janet let out a cold laugh.

She wrenched the door open and marched into the room.

Soft, ambient light bathed the room, filtering through heavy velvet curtains that framed tall windows.

A grand piano occupied a corner, its dark wood gleaming under the glow of an ornate chandelier.

In the center of the room stood a coffee table. Set on top were carefully curated art books, delicate porcelain figurines, and a vase of fresh flowers.

Plush armchairs and sofas, upholstered in a soft fabric that invited touch, surrounded that coffee table.

Agnes and her chaperons were sitting in the armchairs and sofas right now.

Kalinda straightened her back the second Janet stepped in. She looked tensed.

“You should knock! Where is your-” she hissed.

“My curtsey? You already knew that I have none,” Janet chuckled icily. “And are you atraid of me hearing anything?”

Kalinda huffed, “I am not afraid of anything! I can say that to your face: You are the third woman in Agnes and the King’s relationship!”

“Kalinda!” Agnes cried in fume.

Janet raised an eyebrow, looking at Agnes.

“Keavy is your husband?” she asked Agnes.

Agnes bit her lips, a sad look on her face.

She took off a locket from her neck and handed it to Janet, “My mate, my husband, at proud soldier of Shadow House, and also….the King’s best friend.”

Janet opened the locket.

was a picture inside, of Westin,

brightly at the camera.

die?” Janet asked

Kalinda growled. “Hey!”

mind.” Agnes shook her head,

food poisoning. A borrible tragedy. He

grew up together.

nothing romantic between us. I swear, Lady

stared at

Agnes’s expression looked sincere.

…But food poisoning?

help but found that odd. And a bit too

was something more that

to begin

Janet said, handing the locket

not a good time to dig too deep into Agnes’s dirt. She had plenty

“Great,” Agnes beamed.

by the coffee table and

started off with dining

should always sit upright with proper posture at the dining table. Avoid slouching or leaning

Janet’s back. If Janet got sloppy and leaned back at any time, that needle would prick

in that posture for at least 20

girls were staring at Janet, waiting to taunt her when she got pricked by a

minutes, and then 30

elegantly, without

The girls were disappointed.

found that

you had any lady’s training before?”

I have had military

a day waiting to snipe

faces changed, looking

knew that Janet

all Lycans, they had never held a sword in their entire lives, let alone getting blood on their hands.

is great. Well, shall we

already mastered dining

stood up and lined up by the

demonstrated how an upper–class Lycan

gait. Head held high, with shoulders back. No

important part was walking in a perfectly straight

bring in a balance beam, like the one used in

change into her high heels and walked from one end to another on the

Janet frowned this time.

was not very good with high

asked,

been waiting to insult Janet. She immediately raised her voice and cried, “But you walk like a peasant! No man will want to dance with you at the ball if you don’t work

Janet rolled her eyes.

her skirt and stepped onto the balance

a step. Her body swayed at once. Yet she regained her balance at once. She took another small step, looking carefully

BANG!

sharp pain came from

said, holding a wooden stick. Janet glared at her, “Do not hit

blinked, innocently, “My apology. I just want

training?” Janet

thicker skin as a soldier than

The girls snickered.

breath, ignored