Kidnapped and Rejected The Return of Alpha’s Luna (Janet and Daran) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125 

“You.” 

Lance’s voice came from above her head. 

Janet held her head down stiffly. She was afraid that Lance would recognize her if she met his eyes. 

“You. Raise your head,” Lance demanded. 

From a peripheral look, Janet saw that he was pointing at her! 

Janet’s heart sank. 

Did Lance pick her? Among all the girls here…He picked her?! 

What were the fucking odds! 

Her stepping up right now meant that she could save an innocent girl from going through the torture, which was nice. 

But it also meant that she wouldn’t be able to kill Danton tonight. Hence, everything that they planned would go down the drain. 

Janet’s mind was racing fast. 

What should she do? 

Should she abort the original plan? 

Was there a way to get out of this? 

In the slit of a second, she came up with a plan. 

“My King…I…” 

She faked a small cough and said in a fake voice, “I caught the cold the other night. I am probably not fit to serve you.” 

Lance gave her a searching look, “Really? Or is it because you don’t want to keep me company?” 

“No! Of course, I want to. Serving you is the best thing that happens in my life…I am just afraid that I might give you the cold,” she said in an obedient voice. 

Andre had been watching them anxiously. He rushed over and backed her story, “It is true, My King. This girl is sick. And that is why she is wearing a veil. So please, pick 

somebody else. There are some other pretty good options here.” 

Danton huffed on the back of his horse, “Getting a sick girl here? What were you fucking thinking Andre?! Kick her out!” 

“Father-” 

“No, that is fine. Let her stay,” 

Lance raised a hand and stopped their argument. He looked bored. 

“Just send a couple of healthy girls to my tent tonight. I trust you with your taste, Andre.” 

Andre bowed to him humbly. Lance walked back to his horse. 

Janet let out a small sigh of relief. 

Janet let out a small sigh of relief. 

Looked like she had dodged the bullet. 

The camp’s gate opened up and welcomed Lance and Danton in. Guards came to chase the girls into the camp, like driving a flock of sheep corral. 

Andre was in charge of assigning the girls to each tent. He quickly gave his orders and then took Janet by the wrist and pulled her out of the crowd. 

“Come with me,” he whispered. “I will lead you to Danton’s tent.” 

Janet followed him behind the back. She heard some girls bursting into tears as they walked away, which made her heartache. 

“What will happen to those girls?” she asked. 

“Something shitty… But it is not our problem.” 

Janet grabbed his shoulder forcefully and hissed, “It IS my problem. You fucking listen to me. I am saving those girls!” 

Andre’s jaw tightened, “How! Our own fucking asses are in danger right now. Stop being a fucking saint!” 

“After I kill Danton and they discover the body, there will be a moment of chaos in the campsite. You find a chance to open the gate for those poor girls and let them escape.” 

Andre stared at her stiffly. He looked reluctant. 

Janet tightened her grip on his shoulder, “Did you fucking hear me?!” 

Andre winced in pain, “…Yes! Yes, I hear you. I will do as you said, OK? As long as we survive the night.” 

“Good.” Janet let go of his shoulder. 

Andre brought her to a large tent in the middle of the campsite. 

There was nobody inside when they walked in. 

“OK. You wait in here.” Andre said to Janet, wiping his damp forehead. “They will probably send another girl in here later…Danton and Lance are having dinner. I will bring Danton back later tonight and then you can do your job…” 

Janet stared at him, “You are nervous as hell.” 

“A-Am I? I didn’t notice…” 

“Yes. You look like shit,” Janet pointed out sharply. “Sweating a lot and your eyes are not in focus. You better keep yourself together or Danton will notice something wrong right away.” 

Andre clenched his fists, his body shaking violently in a mixture of fear and anger. 

“How can I not be freaking out!” he growled lowly, “We are fucking talking about murdering Danton, the General! Right under the King’s nose! Oh fuck…this is probably a horrible idea. Maybe…Maybe we should give up on the plan…” 

SLAP! 

Janet slapped him hard across the face without any mercy. 

“Better?” she asked coldlv. 

Andre gulped. He touched his burning cheek and sighed, “…Yeah. Thanks.” 

“Remember all the humiliation and insults that he gave you. Tonight is a big night. You are avenging yourself.” 

Andre bit his lip and nodded, “Right.” 

He turned away and walked out of the tent. This time his steps became steadier. 

After he left, Janet found herself in a corner and sat down. 

She wasn’t too nervous about killing Danton. 

She knew that Danton wasn’t a great warrior and he probably became the general simply because he was friends with the King. 

Sticking a knife into his throat would not be too hard. 

She just needed Lance to stay out of her way tonight. 

There was no clock in the tent, so she had no sense of time. After what felt like an hour, she heard scolding and crying from the outside. 

A girl was tossed inside by the guards. 

This girl’s hands were tied behind her back, and she was sobbing in a low voice. 

“P-Please…” she tried to beg those guards. “Please let me go…I have a fiancé! I didn’t want to do this…I am begging you…” 

The guard kicked her to the ground and snapped, “You will be serving the general! It 

is a great honor! A chance that most girls don’t get in a lifetime! Be grateful you fucking bitch.” 

He ignored the moaning girl and left the tent. 

The girl bent down and buried her face between her knees, weeping desperately. 

Janet looked at her. Anger flared in her chest. 

There were many innocent girls like this each year. 

Those bastards were going to pay for this. 

“Hey.” 

Janet came near the girl and whispered to her, “Don’t worry. You are going to be alright.” 

“No-No!” the girl cried in a choked-up voice. “You… You don’t understand. Each year they ask for new girls… Each year! And it is my turn this year…I know…I know I won’t make it…”