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

Chatper 219

Chapter 219

After a long while, Clemente put the pregnancy stick into his pocket and picked up the lemonade again.

He crossed the lawn and found Janet and the twins by the water fountain.

“You are back!” Belle jumped up as soon as she saw him, “Come and smell the roses, Clemente. The gardener just picked it out for us.”

“Thank you, Princess Belle, but I am good,” Clemente replied in a polite yet distant voice.

Then he turned to Janet, “Lady Janet, I was wondering if I could ask for a day off today.”

“A day off?” Janet was stunned, “W–What for?”

She couldn’t get him out of her sight for even one second when she tried to dispose of that pregnancy stick.

And now he was asking for a day off?

It sounded too good to be true.

Clemente’s face remained expressionless, “My brother died on this very day, 6 years

ago.”

A deathly silence fell upon them.

“…I am sorry. I didn’t know about that,” Janet said lowly after a long pause.

“It is alright. But I want to visit him at the cemetery. Bring him some flowers. Let him know that I am doing OK.”

“Of course,” Janet nodded hastily. “Go.”

“And can you stay with Prince Wells and Princess Belle before I come back? That way I will know that you are safe.”

“Just go, man. We are with Janet,” Wells said.

Belle picked up a bunch of roses and handed it to Clemente, her eyes misty,

give this to Keavy? Let him know that we all miss him very much.”

“I will. Thank you, Princess Belle.”

can you

With the bunch of roses in his hand, Clemente turned and left the water fountain. 45 minutes later, he arrived at the Lycan’s cemetery, which was perched on the summit of the mountain, overlooking the sprawling valleys below.

The air was thin, and the distant echoes of nature’s melodies seemed muted by the weight of grief that clung to the place.

As Clemente climbed up the winding path, he could feel the crisp mountain breeze carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, intermingled with the aroma of roses in his hand.

Keavy was buried at the center of this graveyard, underneath an ancient tree.

When Clemente arrived, there were already two people standing by Keavy’s grave. One was a lady dressed in a black dress, and the other was a boy at around 7 years old.

“You are late.”

Agnes turned around, with tears still glittering in her eyes.

Janet and

the boy’s hair, “How are

Bryn was Keavy’s kid.

sticking that sometimes Clemente felt

their personalities were nothing

He was like a magnet,

was quiet and sullen, eyes always looking down at his

answer Clemente’s question but

to avoid his uncle’s

let out

tombstone and set the bunch of roses

me

“Take it away!”

roses. You know that. Clemente frowned, “No he

rounded her teary eyes, looking hurt, “Are you…Are you saying that I

frown between his eyebrows

to argue

he moved the roses a little to the right, away from

“Happy?” he asked quietly.

tears away, “…What do you

for a

that pregnancy test

“What is this?”

took it from him, “A pregnancy test? Why am I looking at it? Don’t

someone right now.

suddenly grew

obnoxious

Clemente looked offended.

is not obnoxious,”

you are

Agnes’s cheeks

party, Clemente! How can you ever hang out with her? You swore to

“Enough!” Clemente growled.

a deep breath to organize his

won’t talk to Belle again if it upsets

it from

is n

on

emotion of disbelief, rage, and panic flickering across her

abruptly at the

winced by

“Agnes!” Clemente snapped.

on his niece’s shoulder, “You can go

need to talk.”

his mother an

face, “Can you watch yourself around the kid? You scared Bryn. And it

listening to him

pacing back and forth in front of Keavy’s tombstone, biting her nails

pregnant…pregnant

around to Clemente, “It is Westin’s

tightened, “I

“I bet it is!”

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