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

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.

with Janet and the twins,”

bent down to rub the

Bryn was Keavy’s kid.

that sometimes Clemente felt that he could see

personalities

and a people person. He was like a magnet, drawing everyone around

Bryn didn’t pick that up. This boy was quiet and sullen, eyes always looking down at his

he not only didn’t answer Clemente’s question but even tilted

avoid his

out a sigh

brother’s tombstone and set the bunch of

me to

“Take it away!”

voice became sharp abruptly, “Keavy hated the roses. You know that. Clemente

her teary eyes, looking hurt, “Are you…Are you saying that I have forgotten what my husband likes or

between his eyebrows grew

to argue

a little to the right, away from the

“Happy?” he asked quietly.

her tears away, “…What do you

hesitated for a few

out that pregnancy test stick

“What is this?”

took it from him, “A pregnancy test? Why am I

someone right

voice suddenly grew

dating that obnoxious

Clemente looked offended.

is not obnoxious,” he

are defending

streaming down Agnes’s cheeks

you ever hang out with her? You swore to your brother on his deathbed that you

“Enough!” Clemente growled.

taking in a deep breath to organize his feelings, and then opened

it upsets you,” he said coldly. “But that

took it from

is n

on

wider and wider, with a mixed emotion of disbelief, rage, and panic

abruptly at

winced by

“Agnes!” Clemente snapped.

niece’s shoulder, “You can go play, Bryn. Your mother and

need to talk.”

mother an anxious

serious look on his face, “Can you watch yourself around the kid? You scared Bryn. And it wasn’t the first

Agnes was not listening

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

bitch is pregnant…pregnant with Westin’s

Clemente, “It is

tightened, “I don’t

“I bet it is!”