Kidnapped and Rejected The Return of Alpha’s Luna (Janet and Daran) novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169 

The head maid got herself hammered with that bottle of wine and fell asleep in the lounge. 

When she woke up, it was already 6 o’clock the next morning. 

“Jesus Christ!” 

She jumped up and sprunt into the kitchen crying, “Fuck we don’t have much time left! How is the cake coming along-” 

The wedding cake was already finished. 

When she came dashing in, Janet was just adding one finishing touch–placing the couple’s figurine on the top layer. 

The wedding cake stood 10 layers high, covered in buttercream pink frosting, and decorated with ribbons, red roses, and white lilies. 

It was made to perfection. 

The head maid could already imagine the guests staring at this piece of work in awe. “Holy…Did you make this all by yourself?” she gasped. 

Janet nodded, dusting some flour off her apron, “Yeah, what do you think?” 

“It is…absolutely perfect.” 

The head maid walked around the cake, admiring it from all directions. She couldn’t find anywhere that needed refinement. 

“Great work, Janet. Really, fabulous work!” she said, “I will be sure to mention your name to the masters when they ask about this cake-” 

Janet waved her hands hastily, “No, no please don’t. This is all you. I just offered a little help.” 

The head maid smiled to Janet with gratitude in her eyes. 

She thought Janet didn’t want to steal her thunder. 

But what she didn’t know was that there were a dozen photos hidden in the hollow 

core. 

Like a time bomb, waiting to be ignited. 

On the day of the wedding, the head maid made everyone get up and go to work before the sun came up. 

The stove was on since 4:30 and the heat made everyone sweat like hell. 

None of them had time to stop and take a break. They had to take turns grabbing a quick bite for their lunch or they wouldn’t be able to get their work done before the dinner party. 

Janet overheard a couple of maids complaining about the workloads. 

“I am so done with our job!” 

One maid growled, chopping the vegetables. 

One maid growled, chopping the vegetables. 

“Us kitchen maids are forced to stay down here, by the oven and stove, and get all the heavy works done! While those sluts upstairs get to attend the ceremony a parties with the masters. It is so not fair!” 

“I know!” the other maid snapped while squeezing a lemonade, “That tramp Gill kept texting me photos of the morning reception and all those gorgeous male guests. Oh, have you seen the queen’s wedding gown?” 

“No. Have you?” 

“Me neither! Because we are stuck here! But that tramp Gill has. She said the wedding gown was absolutely stunning. The Queen looks like a real goddess in it…” 

Janet smiled icily listening to their conversation. 

This must be the day that Harper dreamed about since she was born. 

The wedding of the century, powerful mate, expensive wedding gown, fancy parties, and herself surrounded by guests under the spotlight… 

Too bad that this beautiful dream would not last. 

It would be ruined the moment Harper cut that wedding cake. 

The wedding ceremony was held at the church. 

After the ceremony, the King and Queen and all the guests would return to the palace for the dinner party. 

At around 6 o’clock in the afternoon, a servant came down to the kitchen saying that 

they needed a couple more maids to help out at the dinner party. 

This was the chance to attend a fancy party. 

All maids shot their hands up in the air, volunteering for this dream job. 

Yet the head maid pointed at Janet specifically, “Janet, you go.” 

The others were rankled. 

“Why does she get to go?” one maid cried, “She is the new one!” 

“Because she hustles and got all her work done!” the head maid roared back, “Anyone who has a problem with this can go scrub the toilet tomorrow!” 

Janet loosened her apron and left the kitchen with the servant. 

The servant brought her to the Grand Ballroom, where the dinner party was held. 

The ballroom had been transformed into a fairyland. 

The arched high ceiling was adorned with intricate moldings, ribbons, and sparkling chandeliers. The walls were lined with golden wallpaper and large windows draped in luxurious curtains. 

The tables were set with fine china and crystal, and the smell of gourmet cuisine wafted through the air. 

Most guests were already in the ballroom, gathered in small groups, chatting. The room was filled with the soft hum of conversation and the occasional bust of laughter. 

the wealthiest one percent in his kingdom to this narty. 

Everyone was dressed in fine evening wear, with women in flowing gowns and men in sharp tuxedos. 

They all looked so noble and elegant. 

“Keep your head down! Don’t look at the masters.” 

The servant hissed at Janet as they crossed the room staying close to the wall. 

“You can’t afford to offend any one of these people,” he warned. 

Janet rolled her eyes internally. 

The servant placed her behind the bar and asked her to help serve drinks. 

A few guests immediately came forward and placed their orders. 

Janet took their orders and looked around the ballroom. 

She didn’t see anyone she knew. 

No sight of Daran, Morgana, Kass, or Westin. 

Lance and Harper hadn’t arrived either. 

“Two glasses of champagne,” said a haughty voice behind her back. 

Janet turned around. 

Her eyes widened with shock when she saw the person who just spoke. 

It was Paul! 

Standing next to him was his wife, Harper’s mother, Hellen. 

Looked like Harper still managed to get her parents across the border and bring them to the wedding. 

An astonished look appeared on the couple’s faces when they saw Janet. 

After a short pause, Paul burst out laughing, “Oh my god, look who it is! Working behind the counter as a maid! What happened, Janet? Did your Alpha throw you out of the army forcing you to get a job elsewhere?” 

Hellen giggled, “The last time we saw you, you seemed very hoity toity with Alpha Daran and Alpha Casper behind your back. Did they abandon you? Lost interested in your sluttiness?” 

Janet let out a cold snort. 

She pretended that she hadn’t heard their sarcasm and poured them two glasses of champagne as they asked.. 

“Here is your order,” she said coolly. 

Paul slammed his hand against the counter and snapped, “Watch your goodman attitude! You are a fucking maid now. And my dear daughter is the queen! We can tramp you like a fucking ant now-” 

“Your dear daughter?” Janet chuckled icily, “You mean the same daughter that you turned your backs on when she was brought to trial in Riverside Pack?” 

She despised these two. 

When Harper was charged with crimes, they threw Harper under the bus without hesitation to save their own asses. 

Yet now they came crawling back to their discarded daughter as soon as she became the queen. 

What a hypocrite. 

Hellen’s cheeks seemed to be on fire.