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

Chapter 242

Clemente and Janet came dashing out of the prison and bumped right into the leader.

“Are you done talking to that prisoner? Did you get the location of that bomb?” the leader asked eagerly.

“That prisoner was dead! murdered!”

“WHAT?!” the leader cried in panic, “Impossible! This prison was heavily guarded! Permit and paperwork are mandatory at the entrance-”

Janet grabbed his shoulder urgently, “A prison guard came out about a minute ago. Where did he go?”

The leader pointed a shaky hand in a certain direction, “He went that way. But I checked his permit. He is clean-”

“Forget your stupid permit! This system doesn’t work!”

Clemente rushed forward urgently and shifted into a Lycan. Janet was at his heels, shifting into her wolf as well.

They followed the direction that the leader pointed to them and rushed outside of the castle, dashing down the mountain road.

“There is a bloody smell forward!” Clemente cried.

“That is him. Keep going!”

The full moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the rugged mountain landscape.

Their fur fluttered in the gushing wind as they picked up the speed.

In the near distance, they could already see the killer.

He was desperate and panting, stumbled over the uneven ground, the rhythmic thud.

of his footsteps echoing through the night.

They pressed on, closing upon the suspect.

Looming ahead of them was the edge of the mountain. A sheer cliff dropped into a dark abyss below.

As the three of them approached the edge, the killer realized he had reached a dead

end.

He skidded to a halt, turning to face Clemente and Janet with fear in his eyes.

“Hand over the stuff that you took from his pocket,” Clemente took a step forward and hissed.

There was a twisted grin on the killer’s face as he out a phone, “You mean this?”

“Who hired you to do this job!” Janet snapped, “Give us a name and turn over the phone! We might-”

“You what? Spare my life? I don’t think you will do that,” the killer snorted.

“No. We will make sure that you die without suffering,” Clemente bared his fangs, which gleamed coldly in the silver moonlight. “But I can see that you are looking for a fight!”

A loud growl rumbled from his throat as he lunged forward!

The killer shifted as well.

Lycans met head on. A brutal

to the phone

that Clemente was way stronger than the killer and she was not worried that he

they could secure that

a powerful strike, Clemente knocked the killer down and pinned him to

Just give us a name!” The killer cackled with blood streaming down from the corner of his mouth, “And you…you will

arm and hurled the

“NO-” Clemente snarled.

forward and leaped off

reyes

wind rushed past Janet as she rolled down the mountain, her eyes fixed on the glinting

calculated maneuver, she caught the object in her jaws

into the

evidence was secured! She clutched it firmly between her

clung to the cliff with her four paws scrabbled against the

She tried to climb.

as she moved her legs, she slid with small rocks tumbling down and falling right

drop was too

“JANET-”

voice came from

lunged to the edge, extending his upper body over the

me your hand!”

all

“Oh right…Wait for me!”

legs were built

he seized Janet by the scruff of

human and gasped for breath.

she

mention it,” Clemente

at the killer. He lay by the

He was dead.

with a frown. “Mercenaries like him commit suicide after a failed job so that no one can get the name of their hirer out of mouth… Now we

permits needed for the prison. And don’t worry. We have the

see what is

the phone and browsed his call lists, his

screen and gasped, “I have heard of it before….It is used for shopping on the deep web. You

that app

an anonymous seller. The seller sold the owner a strong poison that

owner to label the poisoned food so that it wouldn’t

showed much

poison on his obnoxious wife, mix the poison

Janet could finally piece the

Keavy to free herself from their

couldn’t

chose a guy, the owner of Keavy’s favorite restaurant, who was also looking for a way to kill his own

The perfect scapegoat.

the owner through the Deep Web and learned the date and time the owner planned to do

alibi for herself,

to the nearby convenience store to get her an ice bag. She took this chance

labeled poisoned food would end up in Keavy’s hand, whereas the clean takeout would go to the

car accident scene quietly and waited for Clemente to

a ruthless,

death would look like