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.”

can you

up around us, which makes him

Wait.

did

Elder

and Clemente

was Elder

the enemy’s

son!” Janet snapped, “And Lamonte wants me

are accusing Elder Lamonte? Where do all

Janet glared at him.

He didn’t get it.

he not

you a bad first impression in the hospital since he targeted you, but that was nothing personal. He just didn’t

rolled her

Nothing personal my ass!

Westin continued, “Even if Lamonte ever asked him to harm you and let us just say if–Clemente would never listen to his father. They have the worst father–and–son relationship. You have to see the two of them in the

sigh, “So you are dead

give Clemente a chance. Get to know him better. When

“Westin ”

need to go to my

to my meeting

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

and rumpled her long

Westin didn’t believe her.

Which was understandable.

he had known for more than 20 years and then

that she was in

killer by her

could kiss her goodnight and

of

was waiting

she was not and followed her to the iron

but ask, “Are you going to follow me

the King’s order,” he

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

“No,” he said briefly.

1. OK.

The quiet type.

the castle

to do, so she

Clemente followed her in.

to stay outside?” she

he said. “What if I

let out a light snort, “Trust me.

Janet’s nostrils flared.

was one thing she could be sure

the same room

off her coat and jumped onto the bed,

drapes,” she snapped. “I am taking a nap. You can stay here as

went to close the curtain for her and quietly sat in an armchair

corner.

lay down and closed

not tired at

simply

if Clemente would do anything to her

room was dark

her breathing

was nothing to listen to

no sound of Clemente moving around in his armchair.

perfectly still, as

he was staring at her from the

A cold, emotionless gaze.