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

a problem with this, why should you!”

“Westin was his best friend!”

Clemente raised his voice staring at her, startled and questioning:

“Honestly, Agnes, when did you develop such a feeling towards Westin? Was it…Was

it hot.

it betere or after my brother died

“WHAT?!”

Agnes cried, “What the hell, Clemente! Are you seriously questioning my love for Keavy?”

Clemente bit his lip, looking uncertain, “Sorry. But I have to ask-”

“I LOVED YOUR BROTHER”

Agnes balled her fists, het angry doe–like eyes round with tears

“No one —not even the Moon Goddess can question that I was still carrying, Bryn when he died.

Everyone said to me…even your father. They said that they wouldn’t blme it I decided to get an

abortion. But I kept that child! I gave your family an heit! I raised him! By myself! For 5 fucking years!

Why would I do that if I didn’t love

your brother?!!!!

Clemente’s face was pale.

He stared at Keavy’s tombstone for a very long tbefore whispering:

Sorry. I was being a jerk.”

They stood there face–to–face.

The only sound that could be heard in this quiet graveyard was Agnes’s heavy breathing and sobbing.

“I don’t blyou for loving Westin. Any woman would easily fall in love with him.” Clemente said in a

low voice, “And speaking from the bottom of my heart, you

two would have made a great couple. But he ready has Jnow…”

Agnes stopped crying.

She looked at him, her eyes very cold.

“And that is why you are going to kill her for me,” she said.

“NO!” Clemente snapped, “I tried once already. I failed. Maybe fate rolled the dice and decided that

Jdeserves to live-”

“I don’t care what fate wants! I only care what I want! And you are going to do this forbecause you

OWE ME!”

Agnes advanced on him, pointing a finger at his chest.

“Remember what happened on the night Keavy died? You were supposed to go hand have dinner

with him till I cback from my mother’s. Yet you got delayed at your mighty patrol job. Keavy had to

order a takeout, which was the exact reason he got poisoned! Think about it, Clemente! If you didn’t

skip your dinner plan that night, Keavy would be still alive-”

“STOP!!!” Clemente roared.

He clamped a hand over his eyes and inhaled sharply, his body shaking.

“You remember now?” Agnes asked cruelly.

“…How many times are you going to remindof that?” Clemente asked in a weak

voice.

your entire life.”

“Just enough times for you to remember that you oweand Bryn your

She crossed her arms and sneered, “So? When can I hear the good news about Janet’s death?”

“…You won’t.”

Clemente dropped his hand.

His face was still pale.

But there was a firm look on it.

“You can guiltas many times as you want. And I will try to make it up to you the best I can. But

killing Janet? The answer is no.”

Agnes widened her eyes, looking furious, “Are you kidding me? How did she get into your dumb head?!

Don’t tellthat you are in love with her-”

“I am not!” Clemente snapped, “But she is a nice person! A pregnant woman! I won’t get that kind of

blood on my hand!”

He turned to leave abruptly, striding down the winding path.

Agnes chased him for a few steps and cried, “If you don’t do it! I will find somebody else to do it!”

Clemente halted abruptly and turned to gaze at her with cold eyes:

”

“…Then you will leavewith no choice but to report this to the King.”

“Fine! Go tell him! Then I will tell him you tried assassinating her once yourself! We are in this together,

Clemente! Clemente–WAIT!!!!!

Yet Clemente didn’t slow his pace.

He kept going till her angry screams completely faded in the distance.

When Clemente returned to the castle, it was already approaching nightfall.

He immediately wanted to report back to Janet.

Yet a soldier by the front gate said that the King needed him in the training field.

So he turned and headed to meet with Westin first.

The field’s light was out when he got there.

Just when he was about to call Westin’s nand see if he had arrived, the overhead

light was turned on by somebody, illuminating the entire field.

Clemente looked around, astonished.

The training field was made into a temporary baseball field.

“Hey, you like this?”

Clemente jerked around and saw Westin walking up to him from the other side of the field. Jwas

by his side, with a baseball bat in her hand.

“I asked the servants to helpdraw the line. Not so bad, huh?” Westin grinned, tossing a ball at

Clemente. “Come. You will be the pitcher this round.”

Clemente still looked in a daze, “But my King, why…I thought you had a whole day. of meetings

today…”

“Remember how you, I, and Keavy played baseball in this very training field all day

when we were kids?

Clemente blinked. Then he started to smile, “Yes. Keavy taughtthe rules. You taughthow to

swing my bat.”

Westin nodded, looking nostalgic, “I asked my parents if we could turn this place into a baseball field

instead and ask all the soldiers to play with us. Hell did I get a good spanking from my father that time.”

Clemente laughed. “Now that you are King, you can ask everyone in this castle to play with you all day”

“Well, I have outgrown that. But I want to at least spend today with you doing our thing. If Keavy were

still around, he would definitely make us do this more often.” Clemente’s lips trembled slightly, “You

know that today is…”

“Jreminded me.” Westin said, “Sorry. I should have remembered that myself.” “I hope you don’t

mind that overstepped,” Jsaid with a soft smile.

Clemente shook his head. His eyes looked misty.

He loosened his top 3 buttons and rolled up his sleeves, “OK! I am about to kick sKing’s ass!”

Westin laughed, “Or maybe I kick yours! Hey Janet, you want to play?”

I will be on the bench over there.”

Westin beckoned over a couple more soldiers and they started play.

During halftime, Clemente ran over to the bench, drenched in hot sweat..

Jhanded him a towel, “Here.”

He took the towel, looking nervous. After a little pause, he carefully took a seat by her side, “I…I…”

He couldn’t get himself to say in a full sentence. He looked super embarrassed.

“You want to apologize for being a jerk. And you want to thankfor reminding Westin,” Jgiggled.

Clemente bit his lips, his cheeks going red, “…Yeah… Yes. That.”

“It is fine. I wasn’t too nice to you either. It’s even now,” Jwaved her hand, “And I am not doing this

to get you like me.”

“…Then what for?”

Clemente stared at her. His cold, grey eyes looked soft now.

“Your brother is Alpha Casper,” he said abruptly. “A great werewolf soldier, an outstanding Alpha.”

Jsmiled, “You have heard about him?”

“No. He won’t agree.”

“Have you tried asking? I can ask him for you if you like.”

Jchuckled–this young man could be so stubborn sometimes.

There was no way Westin would say yes.

A war would officially break out the moment Westin let werewolves set foot into their land.

“Thanks for the offer but there is no need,” she patted his shoulder. “So are we good?”

He nodded solemnly, his eyes brighter than the glittering stars.

Jsmiled back at him.

She lied earlier..

She WAS doing this on purpose to get him like her.

He had to like her.

Because he was an important part of her escape plan.

Chapter 221