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

Chapter 247

Janet stopped laughing.

A nostalgic and slightly sad feeling surged up in her chest. Yeah…When was the last time that he

made her laugh?

“…Back in the Grace Ruin,” she said lowly eventually.

“The Grace Ruin.” Westin nodded, “We were facing a lot of dangers and you didn’t even know who I

am. But it was a fun time.”

It was actually the best time for the two of them.

Janet didn’t want to dwell on that subject, which made her sad, so she quickly changed the topic:

“Will your godmother Medline be a problem? I can feel her hostility against me.” Westin shook his

head, “Don’t worry. Medline is just like that: harsh, stern, and a little mean. But she adorns me. My

mom and Medline were very close, and she asked Medline to look after me, which Medline has done a

great job since my mom passed. away. So relax. Medline would never do anything to hurt me, or my

mate, or my child.”

Janet took a deep, shuddering breath, “But if she ever finds out that this kid is not yours…”

Westin lowered his voice, “Then we need to make sure that she never finds out…Oh, and about that,

how long before a werewolf goes into labor?”

“10 months. Why?”

“The Lycan is 5 months. And we give birth to pups, not human babies,” Westin said with a frown.

“Which I just found out myself.”

“What?” Janet gasped.

This was fresh knowledge to her as well..

She was already approaching the 2-1

another 3 months, people would start to get suspicious.

The elders found that she was bearing a bastard child…that was a consequence that she could not

bear.

“Then what should we do?!” she said in a hurried, urgent voice. “5 months and 10 months…That is a

huge difference. There is no way we can fake it. It is not like I can push the baby out of my body.”

“Janet-

“And when I give birth, there are going to be nurses and doctors in the delivery room, right? They will

see that my child is a human baby and not a pup. Then there is no way we can keep that secret!”

“Janet!”

Westin grabbed her hand and squeezed it, “Relax Janet…relax.”

She shivered involuntarily. He held her in his arms.

“Don’t panic. There are ways to solve this,” he said in a deep, calming voice. “I will arrange a delivery

room outside of the castle. You will give birth there with only my most trusted people around you. So no

one will find out about the secret. And about the pregnancy time… Well, this child is going to be the first

Lycan and werewolf hybrid. So common knowledge doesn’t apply to this case. We can find a way to

fool the others.

That was the ideal plan.

But there were so many places where things could go wrong.

One mistake. She and her child would be doomed.

“You forced me to stay. You have to fix this,” she gritted.

“I will.”

He promised solemnly, planting a kiss on her forehead, “You and this child are my responsibilities from

now on…I will keep my family safe.”

Janet closed her eyes as a feeling of uneasiness stole over her.

She was on a single path right now.

The only way was to keep going…and not to think about what kind of dangers were looming in the

future.

3 days later, it was the Mating Ceremony of King Westin and Queen Janet. The castle was packed with

guest

traveling from distant places to attend the

ceremony. There was not a single guestroom left empty.

The castle was open to commoners for the first time in history. Villagers swarmed in to get a glimpse of

this wedding of a century.

The ceremony was outdoor, held on the summit of this mountain.

At 6 o’clock, right before sunset, a carriage arrived at the castle to pick up Janet and ride her to the

summit.

Janet was dressed in that stunning satin wedding gown, with her face covered by a sweeping

cathedral–length veil, intricately edged with matching lily embroidery.

lage ascended the winding path.

hite roses, calla lilies and tulips.

The streetside was lined with people, their faces lit with joy, waving and sending their blessings.

The air buzzed with excitement, and the cheers of people echoing through the streets as she

approached the summit.

As the carriage pulled to a stop, Janet stepped out.

Her heart skipped a beat upon seeing the wedding venue.

This was the first time she had been here. Belle asked her to come for a couple of times but she never

bothered…

Not she had got to admit it–this was a place where dreams come true.

This outdoor, summit–top venue had transformed into a fairyland.

Lilies adorned every corner, their petals glistening as if sprinkled with a touch of magic. The fragrant

aroma of the flowers wafted through the air.

Amidst the sea of lilies, fairy lights on the archways and trees twinkled like stars, casting a soft, warm

glow.

The gentle rustle of leaves, the occasional flutter of butterflies, and the distant murmur of a mountain

stream added to the dreamy serenity.

A path paved by pedals winded through the seating area and led to where Westin was

1. at.

He stood next to an elder, facing Janet. There was a dazzling smile on his lips. Behind his back was

the breathtaking view of the distant snow–capped mountains. The sky had transformed into a canvas of

hues–soft pinks, oranges, and purples and casted a gorgeous glow on Westin’s handsome profile.

The quartet started playing, a cue for the bride to make her entrance.

All guests rose and watched Janet walk down the aisle alone with excitement gleaming in their eyes.

At the front roll sat Belle, Wells and Clemente.

Belle was sobbing a little too loud.

Wells rolled his eyes and turned his face the other way. Eventually it was Clemente who lent his

handkerchief to the princess for her to blow her nose.

Janet arrived at the end of the pedal path and stood face–to–face with Westin.

They stared at each other for a few seconds and suddenly started smiling at the same time.

“I have got to admit….I am very nervous,” Westin said in a small voice.

Janet smiled behind her veil, “This is very nice. Thank you.”

“You like it?”

She didn’t want this wedding, nor this man standing in front of her.

Yet she couldn’t deny that the wedding itself was perfect, and Westin must have put

So she nodded faintly, “Yes…I like it.”

Love and passion glittered in Westin’s eyes as he said, “I want to give you the best…and everything

you want in life.”

That was very sweet.

But it was also him who took away the thing that she wanted the most in life.

How ironic was that?

Janet lowered her eyelids and avoided his gaze.

The elder raised his voice and said in a blooming voice:

He turned to Westin and Janet, “Do you have your vows prepared?”

“Yes.”

There were some moving sobs from the crowd.

Belle grabbed Clemente’s arm and mobbed her tears on his sleeve.

“And now Queen Janet?” the elder asked.

Janet didn’t prepare a vow.

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Yet all eyes were on her right now. She had to say something.

“…Me too. Look forward to the birth of my child.” she said in a low voice, “And I take your word for it,

that you will protect us until our last breath. Keep that promise.”

She gave the elder a look and gestured him that she was done.

The elder blinked blankly, probably feeling that her vow was a bit too hasty compared to Westin’s.

Yet Westin didn’t seem that he minded, and he nodded, “I will, my love.”

“Now the groom could kiss the bride,” the elder announced excitedly.

Westin finished up that kiss. lingeringly, and turned to the guests with a big grin:

…Special guest?

Janet searched in the crowd.

She didn’t see anyone in the sitting area that she didn’t already know.

“Look down the aisle, baby.” Westin whispered into her ears.

Janet brought her eyes to gaze at the near distance, the end of the petal path. A tall figure stood there.

The setting sun depicted his handsome profile, his eyes burning with rage, disappointment, and

disbelief.

…Daran?!