Kidnapped and Rejected The Return of Alpha’s Luna (Janet and Daran) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207 

Janet balled her fists. 

Westin proposed to Agnes before? 

Yet he kept telling her that Agnes was not his loved one. 

What a liar. 

Agnes chided gently, “Don’t say that, Kalinda. Westin never proposed to me.” 

“But he wanted to, apparently. If the elders hadn’t forced him to marry a werewolf, he would definitely propose to you.“. 

“No, he won’t.” Agnes said in a flat voice, “Keavy was his best friend. Even thought Keavy was dead for a long time, Westin still respected him too much to do that.” 

Janet rubbed her chin. 

The relationship between Westin and Agnes seemed even more complicated than she thought. 

She remembered Westin telling her once that Agnes was mated already.. 

Now it sounded that Agnes’s mate was this man named Keavy, who was the best friend of Westin. 

But he was dead already. 

“Honestly, Agnes, haven’t you considered remarrying?” that Issa girl asked, “How many years have it been since Keavy-” 

Agnes sighed, “5 years.” 

“Yet you are at the prime of your years! You can’t waste it. Just whisper to us. If you want that lowborn werewolf gone, there are many ways to make that happen…” Janet let out a cold laugh. 

She wrenched the door open and marched into the room. 

Soft, ambient light bathed the room, filtering through heavy velvet curtains that framed tall windows. 

A grand piano occupied a corner, its dark wood gleaming under the glow of an ornate chandelier. 

In the center of the room stood a coffee table. Set on top were carefully curated art books, delicate porcelain figurines, and a vase of fresh flowers. 

Plush armchairs and sofas, upholstered in a soft fabric that invited touch, surrounded that coffee table. 

Agnes and her chaperons were sitting in the armchairs and sofas right now. 

Kalinda straightened her back the second Janet stepped in. She looked tensed. 

“You should knock! Where is your-” she hissed. 

“My curtsey? You already knew that I have none,” Janet chuckled icily. “And are you atraid of me hearing anything?” 

Kalinda huffed, “I am not afraid of anything! I can say that to your face: You are the third woman in Agnes and the King’s relationship!” 

“Kalinda!” Agnes cried in fume. 

Janet raised an eyebrow, looking at Agnes. 

“Keavy is your husband?” she asked Agnes. 

Agnes bit her lips, a sad look on her face. 

She took off a locket from her neck and handed it to Janet, “My mate, my husband, at proud soldier of Shadow House, and also….the King’s best friend.” 

Janet opened the locket. 

There was a picture inside, of Westin, Keavy, and Agnes. They were all grinning 

brightly at the camera. 

“How did he die?” Janet asked quietly. 

Kalinda growled. “Hey!” 

“That is alright. I don’t mind.” Agnes shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. 

“He died of food poisoning. A borrible tragedy. He is the only man I ever 

loved… Yes, the King and I grew up together. I won’t deny that we are close. But there 

is nothing romantic between us. I swear, Lady Janet.” 

Janet stared at her, pondering 

Agnes’s expression looked sincere. 

…But food poisoning? 

Janet couldn’t help but found that odd. And a bit too convenient. 

Maybe there was something more that she had yet to discover. 

“Are you ready to begin your training?” Agnes asked 

Sure,” Janet said, handing the locket back to her. 

Now was not a good time to dig too deep into Agnes’s dirt. She had plenty of time afterward. 

“Great,” Agnes beamed. 

She invited Janet to sit with them by the coffee table and began the lecture. 

She started off with dining etiquette. 

A lady should always sit upright with proper posture at the dining table. Avoid slouching or leaning too far back 

Agnes even asked the maid to place a needle on the cushion behind Janet’s back. If Janet got sloppy and leaned back at any time, that needle would prick her. 

She asked Janet to stay in that posture for at least 20 minutes. 

All the girls were staring at Janet, waiting to taunt her when she got pricked by a needle. 

Yet 10 minutes, 20 minutes, and then 30 minutes had passed. 

Janet still held her posture elegantly, without any sign of getting tired. 

The girls were disappointed. 

Even Agnes found that amazing. 

“Have you had any lady’s training before?” she asked. 

Janet shrugged, “No. But I have had military training. I can stay in the bush perfectly 

still for more than a day waiting to snipe an enemy.” 

The girls‘ faces changed, looking afraid. 

They all knew that Janet was a Gamma. 

Although they were all Lycans, they had never held a sword in their entire lives, let alone getting blood on their hands. Unlike Janet. 

Agnes gulped, nervously, “That…That is great. Well, shall we practice walking? Since 

you already mastered dining etiquette.” 

They all stood up and lined up by the wall. 

Agnes demonstrated how an upper–class Lycan lady walked. 

Each step should be taken with a measured and graceful gait. Head held high, with shoulders back. No slouching or dragging feet. 

The most important part was walking in a perfectly straight line. 

Agnes had the servants bring in a balance beam, like the one used in gymnastics. 

She asked Janet to change into her high heels and walked from one end to another on the beam. 

Janet frowned this time. 

She was not very good with high heels. 

“Is that really necessary?” she asked, “I know how to walk.” 

Kalinda had been waiting to insult Janet. She immediately raised her voice and cried, “But you walk like a peasant! No man will want to dance with you at the ball if you don’t work on this.” 

Janet rolled her eyes. 

She picked up her skirt and stepped onto the balance beam. 

She made a step. Her body swayed at once. Yet she regained her balance at once. She took another small step, looking carefully at her feet- 

BANG! 

A sharp pain came from her back 

“Keep your back straight and shoulders back,” Agnes said, holding a wooden stick. Janet glared at her, “Do not hit me again.” 

Agnes blinked, innocently, “My apology. I just want to fast–forward your learning process-” 

Is this how you did your lady’s training?” Janet asked icily, “With people hitting you constantly?” 

Agnes smiled, “No. But we are Lycans. We are born with grace. And I thought you have a thicker skin as a soldier than the rest of us and you can handle a few minor slaps…Or was I wrong?” 

The girls snickered. 

Janet took a deep breath, ignored her, and continued walking 

She didn’t make it to 3 steps far before sensing another lashing coming her way. Janet turned abruptly and seized the stick just in time. 

“I said-” 

Janet stared at Agnes’s horror–stricken face and hissed: