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

Chapter 216

Fear seized Janet’s heart as she stared at Clemente, horrified.

Was this the person who assassinated her last night?

She couldn’t be sure.

Because she didn’t get a clear look at the man’s face, just his eyes.

But those eyes…They looked exactly the same!

“Janet?”

Westin’s voice snapped her back to reality.

Janet raised her head and found that Westin and Clemente were both looking at her.

“What is the matter? You look horrible,” Westin asked.

“N–Nothing…”

Janet gulped and took a quick peek at Clemente again.

The young man was staring at her, expressionless.

She couldn’t read his facial expression.

Westin gave her a skeptical look and backed to his introduction, “Anyway, as I was saying, Clemente is our best warrior. And now I am pointing him to you as a guard. He will keep you safe 24/7.”

“Which house are you from?” Janet asked the young man.

“The House of Shadow,” answered the young man in a cool voice.

That was Elder Lamonte and Agnes’s house!

The exact House that wanted her gone!

Why would Westin appoint a soldier from the House of Shadow to her as a guard? Did he want her to get killed?!

“Westin!” she snapped her head back to Westin and gritted, “I need to talk to you.”

“Fine but please make it quick. I have a meeting to attend to,” Westin checked his watch.

Janet glanced at Clemente, seeing that the young man still remained firmly on his spot, and hissed, “ALONE.”

Westin sighed and gave a quick nod at Clemente.

The young warrior turned on his heels and exited the great hall.

He can’t be my guard,” Janet said quickly as soon as the door closed.

Westin raised an eyebrow, “He is the best warrior I got. If he can’t keep you safe in this castle, I don’t know who can-

“I am not doubting his capability! I–It is that-”

She swallowed nervously.

I think he is the guy who tried to kill me last night,” she said in a tense voice.

Westin’s face went blank for a brief moment.

Then he suddenly burst out laughing.

“What is so fucking funny!” Janet snarled.

“Sorry my love, but you are dream–talking.” Westin placed both of his hands on her shoulders, still chuckling. “Clemente? No. He is the last person who would do such at thing. I am even willing to suspect Wells and Belle than him.”

you

“He is Keavy’s younger brother. Keavy and I were best friends before he died. Clemente grew up around

Wait.

did the

Elder

Clemente

that…Keavy was Elder Lamonte’s

enemy’s son

is Lamonte’s son!” Janet snapped, “And Lamonte wants me to

Lamonte? Where do all your paranoias come from

Janet glared at him.

He didn’t get it.

could he

Westin said in a reassuring tone, “I know that Elder Lamonte left you a bad first impression in the

her eyes

Nothing personal my ass!

you and let us just say if–Clemente would never listen to his father. They have the worst

heavy sigh, “So you are

give Clemente a chance. Get to know him better. When you become my

“Westin ”

need to go to my

go to my meeting now.

quick kiss on her cheek and then

and rumpled her long

Westin didn’t believe her.

Which was understandable.

years and then

that meant that she was

by her side

her goodnight and

of

waiting by

as she was not and

“Are you going to follow me wherever I

is the King’s order,” he said in a

a problem with that? I am sure as a great warrior you have something more important to do than protecting a

“No,” he said briefly.

1. OK.

The quiet type.

to the

else to do,

Clemente followed her in.

you going to stay

with you,” he said. “What if I need to take

snort, “Trust me. I won’t

Janet’s nostrils flared.

thing she

to be in the same room with

her coat and jumped onto the bed, pulling

nap. You can stay here as much as you like. Don’t make

the curtain for her and quietly

corner.

down and closed her

not

was simply a

Clemente would do anything to her when

was dark and

breathing

nothing to listen to

was no sound of Clemente moving around in his armchair. She couldn’t even hear him

perfectly still, as though he didn’t

was

A cold, emotionless gaze.