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.

and the twins,” Clemente

rub the boy’s hair, “How are

Bryn was Keavy’s kid.

resemblance between them was so sticking that sometimes Clemente felt that he

their personalities were

was cheerful, outgoing, and a people person. He was

pick that up. This boy was quiet and sullen, eyes always looking down at his own

didn’t answer Clemente’s

avoid

let out a sigh

set the bunch of

Belle asked me to bring

“Take it away!”

hated the roses. You know that. Clemente frowned, “No

that I have forgotten what

his

didn’t want to argue

the roses a little to the right, away from

“Happy?” he asked quietly.

away, “…What

for a

he took out that pregnancy test stick and handed it

“What is this?”

him, “A pregnancy test? Why

dating someone right

suddenly grew

that obnoxious little princess?!”

Clemente looked offended.

not obnoxious,”

you are defending

down Agnes’s

couple of days ago? She expelled me from my own tea party, Clemente! How can you ever hang out with her? You swore to your brother on his deathbed that you would always help and support me. Have you

“Enough!” Clemente growled.

breath to organize his feelings, and then

to Belle again if it upsets you,” he said coldly. “But that pregnancy

it from

is n

on her

a mixed emotion of disbelief, rage, and panic flickering across

abruptly at the top of her

winced by her

“Agnes!” Clemente snapped.

his niece’s shoulder, “You

need to talk.”

his mother an anxious look and ran

face, “Can you watch yourself around

was not listening to him at

was pacing back and forth in front of Keavy’s tombstone,

pregnant…pregnant with

jerked around to Clemente, “It is Westin’s child,

face tightened, “I

“I bet it is!”