Kidnapped and Rejected The Return of Alpha’s Luna (Janet and Daran) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153 

Janet’s heart skipped a beat. 

She could smell the fragrance of the shampoo and his enticing scent. Her wolf was making a light little purr, urging her to accept his invitation. 

But she shushed her wolf. 

“Do you want to fuck?” she asked, cutting straight to the chase. 

Westin blinked, looking a little taken aback. After a little pause, he burst out laughing, “You just made me love you even more, Janet.” 

Janet raised an eyebrow, “Do you? Or do you not?” 

“I do. But I prefer to put it like this: I want to please you in bed, both physically and 

emotionally in a most loving and respectf 

emotionally, in a most loving and respectful yet very rough and dirty kind of way.” 

He smiled, and wrapped a lock of her hair around his finger, “How does that sound? Any better?” 

Janet shrugged, “Sounds no different to me.” 

Westin chuckled, “Then what do you propose, my lady? I will that you ask me to do.” 

V was to – 

“I know nothing about you yet,” Janet said. “How about we get to know each other at little bit better first?” 

This man was hiding something. 

She could be sure of that. 

His identity was a mystery. He went undercover in the city of Grace Ruin for a certain reason. She must dig that out. 

At least, she should know whether he was an enemy or a friend. 

She would rather spend the rest of her life alone than mating with an enemy. 

Westin chuckled, “Old–fashioned. I like that.” 

He sat down on the floor, crossing his legs, and propped his hands on the floor behind his body, looking chilled and relaxed. 

“So, what do you want to know?” he asked. 

Janet stared at him, “Who are you?” 

She was asking about his real identity, not the fake one that he currently uses. 

He smiled, “Westin Lawson. I already told you my name.” 

Her heart sank slightly. 

1. OK. So he chose to keep on lying. 

But she decided to give him one more chance, “Why do you come to the city of Grace Ruin? Why pledge your loyalty to Lance? And why do you serve in Morgana’s troops?” 

“That was a lot of questions,” he said, smiling. 

“You just said that you would agree to anything that I asked you to do.” Janet pointed out. 

“Well, yeah, fair enough.” 

He rubbed his chin, pondering, and answered after a little pause, “To answer your second question first, no, my loyalty is not with Lance. My loyalty is with my people and my people only.” 

“Your people?” Janet pursued eagerly. “Who are they?” 

Was he an Alpha of a smaller pack? And that was why she hadn’t met him before? 

Yet Westin simply replied with a mysterious smile and an elusive answer, “Yes, my people, AKA the people under my reign.” 

Janet frowned. 

That was practically bullshit. 

“Oh And I came to this city because I have noticed the chaos, the turmoil. I want to stay in the center of this storm and keep myself updated on the progress.” 

“Anyone who is not blind can notice that,” Janet said coldly. “There is a war.” 

“There is always a war, between the werewolves and the rogues.” Westin corrected her. “But this one is different. This is no normal war. If someone doesn’t put a stop to this turmoil, the order of this world will be lost, permanently.” 

She looked at him, even more suspiciously. 

“So you are talking about yourself, right?” she couldn’t help but ask in a slightly satcastle voice, “You. A common rogue soldier. Putting a stop to this world war,” 

Westin didn’t look offended. 

He started laughing again, sounding amused. 

“A little guy can have dreams,” he blinked innocently. 

“I would call it narcissism.” 

He laughed, “Sure. But maybe I was talking about your ex, Alpha Daran. Maybe he is the world’s savior, not me. You two came to this city to kill Lance and end this war, right? That was the original plan….Till he lost all control and decided to hang with the evil guy instead.” 

Janet didn’t like to discuss Daran with him. 

So she looked away. 

“Mind if I ask a couple of questions myself? Since we are getting to know each other now?” Westin asked.” 

“What?” 

“Since your ex is one of the bad guys now…” Westin leaned in and stared at her with a charming smile on his lips. “…What are the chances of you getting back with him. again?” 

This man just didn’t know how to take a hint. 

She didn’t want to talk about Daran. 

But he just kept stepping on her pain spot. 

“I am not going to answer that,” she shrugged. 

“I thought this is a must–answer kind of situation.” he protested. 

“I would rather stay in silence than lie,” she mocked. 

And that was you, a llar. 

She added internally. 

A charming liar, of course. But still, a llar full of bullshits and craps. 

Westin let out a sigh, “OK. So looks like you are not very happy with my answers tonight. Do I still have the chance of taking you to bed tonight?” 

Her wolf was screaming “Yes.” 

But she ignored that and answered icily, “No.” 

“Very well then.” 

Westin stood up and stretched his body a little bit. 

Then he bent down and spooned Janet up from the couch in one swift move. 

Janet was shocked. 

“What the fuck!” she cried, struggling in his arms, “What are you doing!” 

Was he going to force her just because she said no? 

His arms were wrapped firmly around her shoulders and legs no matter how hard. she resisted. 

“Relax,” he said. 

He walked to the bed, and set her down, nice and gentle. 

“You have a nice sleep,” he smiled, looking down at her panic–stricken face. “Do you want me to tug you in?” 

She glared at him, her heart still racing. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

A playful smile appeared on his lips, making those dimples on his cheeks even more obvious. 

“If you keep staring, I might get the wrong idea and climb up to the bed as well,” he said, half–joking, half–serious. 

…You are going to take the couch?” 

“Yeah. Obviously. Can’t let the lady sleep on the couch.” 

He yawned, stretched, and paced back to the couch. 

“Good night,” he said before turning off the light. “I will wake you before the maid’s gathering time. 

The light was off. The darkness fell upon them. 

Janet pulled the bedsheet up to her chin and wrapped herself in it. 

She could not figure out this man. 

Daran was hard to read already. But this man was even worse. 

His thoughts and mind were hidden behind the charming smile that he wore as a mask, and it was impossible to decipher. 

He was dangerous. And mysterious. 

And most importantly, very charming. 

When Janet woke up again, the room was already filled with bright morning sunshine. 

She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds in a daze. And then sat up abruptly. 

Fuck! 

What time was it? 

Why didn’t Westin wake her up? He said he was going to wake her up! 

The couch that Westin slept in last night was now empty. He was not in the room 

anymore. 

She found a note beside her pillow: