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 be

he died. Clemente grew up around us, which makes him basically like a brother to me. Let

Wait.

did the

was Elder

and Clemente were

that…Keavy was Elder Lamonte’s

enemy’s son

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

Elder Lamonte? Where do all

Janet glared at him.

He didn’t get it.

could he

bad first impression in the hospital since he

rolled her

Nothing personal my ass!

would never listen to his father. They have the worst father–and–son

out a heavy sigh, “So you are dead set

to know him better. When you become my Queen, he will be like a brother to you as

“Westin ”

to go to

go to my

a quick kiss on her cheek and then marched down the aisle, leaving

sighed, frustratedly, and

Westin didn’t believe her.

Which was understandable.

more than 20 years and then the woman he just met, of course, he believed in the former

meant that she was

killer by her

her goodnight and sleep

out of the

waiting

up to her as soon as she was not and followed her to the iron

couldn’t help but ask, “Are you going

King’s order,” he said in a

am sure as a great warrior you have something more important to do

“No,” he said briefly.

1. OK.

The quiet type.

the castle in

do, so she returned to

Clemente followed her in.

you going to stay outside?”

room with you,” he said. “What if I need to take a nap? What

light snort, “Trust me. I won’t

Janet’s nostrils flared.

was one thing she could be sure

in the same room with her just as she

jumped onto the bed, pulling the bedsheet

You can stay here as much as you

her and

corner.

and

not

was simply a

Clemente would do anything to her when she

room was dark

kept her breathing light and listened

nothing

moving around in his armchair. She couldn’t even hear him

there, perfectly still,

that he was staring

A cold, emotionless gaze.