Kidnapped and Rejected The Return of Alpha’s Luna (Janet and Daran) novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179 

Janet looked down at Harper’s dead body. 

A sweet sense of revenge surged up in her body. 

This woman had been her nightmare since childhood. Even to this day, she still carries some lashing scars on her back left by Harper. 

Now, finally, she ended her own nightmare. 

And it felt…so fucking awesome. 

Janet cupped some snow to rinse off the blood on her blade. 

Her shoulder was grabbed by a large hand the next second. And her body was spun around forcefully by Daran. 

Daran looked into her eyes. His face was full of some heavy emotions: shock, anger, and even sorrow… 

“…It was you?” he asked in a trembling voice. 

Janet looked away from his face and looked down at her own feet, “Apparently so.” 

“Why did you say anything!” 

Daran raised his voice abruptly, his furious roar echoing through the silent forest: “I thought it was Harper! And that is why I treated her so nicely for years! If I knew that it was you, I-” 

“You what?” 

Janet let out a snort, “You would treat me better? You would hold me dearly as your mate? You would not leave me to the rogues when I was kidnapped?” 

“YES!” Daran snarled, his eyes bloodshot. “But most importantly, I–I would realize my feelings towards you sooner!” 

Just think about how many years he had wasted. 

He married and mated with the same person who saved his life, whom he first fell in love with. 

But he didn’t know about that back then. 

He even once blamed the Moon Goddess for arranging Janet as his mate when his mate should be Harper, whom he thought was his lifesaver. 

Yet everything was wrong. 

Everything was fucked up. 

His life was ruined by this imposter Harper. 

If it weren’t for Harper, Janet would still be his Luna. And they would still be in Riverside Pack now, happily married. 

“Why…Why didn’t you tell me…” he asked, slightly choking, feeling a mist of tears in his eyes. 

Janet rescued her wrist from Daran’s grip, an indifferent look on her face. 

“What you feel is not love.” She said coolly, “Gratitude? Guilt? Maybe. But definitely not love.” 

“Of course it is!” 

“NO. It’s not!” her gaze became sharp, “You said that you loved me in Crimson Fortress. But later on, you still handed me to Harper to have her torture me! I don’t care how jealous you were at the time, that is not how you treat the person you 

ve!! 

Daran’s body became stiff. 

He stood on his spot as snowflakes continued to fall on his shoulders, shaping him into an ice sculpture. 

Janet took in a deep breath, “You are a cold, possessive, and ruthless man, Daran, someone who lacks the ability to love. We can never be together, even without Harper in the picture.” 

“…What would it take for you to believe me?” Daran asked in a hoarse voice. 

Janet wanted to tell him that there was no such thing. 

But then she paused. 

“Harper begged you to spare her life in exchange for her favor to you. I saw you hesitated.” Janet stared at him, “Then let me offer a similar deal: if you agree to give up on this Werewolf King nonsense, I will reconsider us getting back together. How does that sound?” 

Daran’s breathing became rough. He looked frustrated. 

“Why do you need me to give up so badly?!” he hissed through gritted teeth, “If I become King, I can better protect you-” 

Janet felt a sudden flash of anger as she shouted back, “SHUT UP! Stop using me as an excuse for your own ambition! You are just a power–hungry monster! PERIOD!” 

“Janet-” 

“And this is exactly what I am talking about!” Janet talked over him, “You say that you love me, but you always give up upon me for your fucking power! A man like you deserves to die alone on that fucking throne!” 

She held the blade up and pointed at Daran’s chest. 

“The next time I hear you say that you love me- 

Her body, along with her voice, was trembling with rage. 

“-I will slit your throat just like what I did to Harper.” 

A deathly silence fell upon them. 

They couldn’t hear anything else besides the gushing wind and their own labored breathing. 

Daran didn’t say anything. He simply stared at the blade that pointed at his chest, his eyes full of sorrow. 

“Good,” Janet said, her breath a pale mist in the air. “Now let us head back. We still have to deal with Lance.” 

She shifted into her wolf and started running towards the tower. 

Moments later, she heard the sound of paws from behind. 

Daran had caught up with her. 

When they got back to the tower, Morgana and Kass were still trying to get Layla to talk. 

Morgana walked up to greet them as soon as they came in through the door. 

“Harper?” Morgana asked. 

“Dead.” Janet said briefly, “Any progress with Layla?” 

Morgana shook her head, “This woman’s mouth is tight. She refuses to give us any information.” 

Janet frowned. 

“But my soldiers are gathered downstairs. They all take orders directly from me.” Morgana said, “I can ask them to siege the city and search for Lance street by 

street- 

“No, it takes too much time. Lance might get away.” 

Janet walked to Layla and met with her watchful eyes. 

“So here is what is going to happen.“, 

Janet said to her in a freezing voice: 

“If you keep your mouth shut, by the time we find Lance, which will happen sooner or later, we will take our sweet time with killing him. We will pluck his tongue, gouge his eyes, skin him alive. Make sure that he goes through a painful suffering that even makes death seem like a mercy- 

“YOU COLD BITCH!” Layla roared her eyes slits of rage. “You go rot in HELL!!!” 

Janet clamped her jaw and silenced her forcefully. 

“Or, alternatively, you give us his location, and I can guarantee a quick and painless death.” Janet said, “It is your call.” 

Layla’s chest moved rapidly in rage. 

“You know that your boss is over,” Morgana said with her arms crossed in front of her chest. “Better let him die with some dignity. Don’t you think so?” 

Layla gritted, “…But how can I trust you?” 

“I give you my word,” Janet said solemnly. 

Layla still looked hesitated. Her eyes traveled to Janet’s back, where Daran was 

standing. 

“You don’t need to look at him. I make the call here,” Janet stressed.