Kidnapped and Rejected The Return of Alpha’s Luna (Janet and Daran) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 

Run? 

Janet looked at her friend at a loss. 

After a long pause, she asked blankly, “…Run to where?” 

“Back to Blood Moon Pack! To be with your friends and family of course.” Morgana grabbed her hand and held it tightly. 

“Yet what about Daran? I–I am going to just leave him here?” 

“Fuck Daran!” Morgana snapped. “You saw how he was like back in there. That man is doomed, beyond salvage. You should just leave him be, Janet. Go do what you are supposed to do.” 

Janet rubbed her face, frustrated. 

It was pretty clear now that Daran had made up his mind to stay with Lance, for power, for title, or whatever fucking reasons that he had. 

There was nothing else she could do even if she stayed. 

Staying here in the Grace Ruin would only give Harper and Daran more chances to humiliate her. 

So Morgana was right about her leaving. It was the right thing to do. 

Yet Janet still couldn’t help but feel devastated. 

She had a feeling that if she left the Grace Ruin this time…it would be the end for her and Daran. 

“If I leave…” 

Janet said slowly. 

“…will Lance attack us again? Or even worse…will he bring Daran to attack us?” 

She and Daran came all the way to the Grace Ruin to kill Lance, to put a stop to this. 

war. 

But now it seemed like the war wasn’t going to end anytime soon. 

She couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like when she encountered Daran on the battlefield in the future–with him on the enemy’s side. 

It would crush her. 

“I don’t think Lance will go back to war recently.” 

Morgana shook her head. 

“Ever since you and Daran got here, he never said anything about going back to the battlefield. It appears that Daran is what he has wanted all along. I think there is going to be a brief moment of peace between the two sides.” 

Janet let out a sarcastic laugh, “We traded Daran for a temporary truce. It sounds like a great deal 

But she knew that the truce would only be temporary. 

Lance said that he would make Daran The King. But nobody knew how. It would probably take more than a simple crowning ceremony. 

And they all knew that Lance was a cunning bastard who had absolutely no credibility to talk about. He would not keep his word. 

When the collaboration between Daran and Lance fell apart, the war would probably begin again. 

But those were all in the future. 

Morgana gave a gentle nudge on her shoulder and said, “Stop taking up all the responsibilities. You did everything you could. Go back to be with your pack members. Don’t give Daran any more chances to hurt you.” 

Janet breathed out a long sigh, “Thank you, Morgana. I…will think about it. Do I need to go back to the dungeon tonight?” 

“Hell no.” 

Morgana stood up and offered her a hand, pulling Janet up from the ground. 

“You are the Cabinet Minister’s friend. You deserve the best room in this city.” 

Morgana brought her back and put her in a suite right next to the Cabinet Minister’s 

room. 

All the maids and guards knew about her recent escape. And they were all laughing at her behind her back. 

They called her a clown, a joke, a complete failure. They laughed at her for losing Daran and believed that she should be sent to scrub the toilet like a slave. 

And all the maids were pretty excited about Daran joining the rogue’s side. With his handsome appearance and great power, he soon became every girl’s dream. Janet already heard a few maids talking about asking Daran out for a date. 

It seemed that everyone’s hatred and dislike was targeted solely at her. 

Yet Janet was not bothered by that stuff. 

First, she couldn’t care less about what those empty–headed rogue maids thought. And most importantly, she would leave the city of Grace Ruin soon. 

Morgana planned to send her out of the city in 3 days. 

3 days later, she would kiss this sad place goodbye and go back to the Blood Moon Pack, where everyone adored her and treated her like a true princess. 

She should feel more excited about this. 

But she was not. 

She just couldn’t shake her mind off Daran. 

On the night of Janet’s planned departure, Morgana came back from patrol and gave 

her a backpack. 

“You will find everything you need in the backpack” 

Morgana said to her. 

“Pood, water, and a car key. You will find the car 15 miles to the South after you leave the city. Just stay on the main road and you won’t miss it. Once you find the 

ar, you should be able to hit the border before dawn 

Janet nodded in silence. 

“Oh And I have already talked to all the guards on patrol tonight. Most of them will stay out of your way. But if any of them dares to stop you 

Morgana opened the side pocket of the backpack and there was a gun. 

-Just blow that bastard’s brain out.” 

Janet replied to her with a brief smile and took the backpack. 

“Thank you. For everything.” 

She leaned in to hug Morgana, “I am really going to miss you…When can I see you again?” 

Morgana hugged her back, “Soon, I guess. When Daran and Lance fuck up, we will meet again.” 

Janet’s heart sank slightly when she heard Daran’s name. 

“Does he know that I am leaving the city tonight?” Janet asked. 

“No. I tried to keep this thing discreet. Nobody knows besides my most trusted men.” 

Morgana let out a cold sneer after a little pause. 

“Plus, I really don’t think Daran would care even if he knew…You should see what he was like for the past few days, parties, booze, pretty girls…He doesn’t have the time to think about you, Janet.” 

Sadness and agony seized Janet’s heart. 

“… Are there other women?” she asked Morgana in a low voice. 

Morgana hesitated. 

Then she signed, “Don’t ask. You won’t be happy with my answer.” 

A bitter smile tugged at Janet’s lips. 

Morgana was right. 

Daran was probably out there messing around with other women right at this very 

moment. 

But what she could do about it? 

Nothing. 

It was better if she didn’t know. 

That man had changed his heart. And that was all that mattered. 

Morgana asked her to leave the city at midnight, under the–cover of the night. 

-Mourit 

Now it was a quarter to 12. 

15 minutes before the departure time. 

Janet was sitting on the floor doing one last round of check–ups of her backpack supplies. 

And that was when a knock came from the door. 

Janet snapped her head up instantly–Who could it be? 

Morgana patted her shoulder, gesturing her to stay calm, and went to get the door. 

A few moments later, Janet heard an astonished gasp coming from the door: 

“…What the fuck are you doing here?!” 

What the hell? 

Janet jumped up and rushed to the door. She saw two guards standing by the door facing Morgana.