Kidnapped and Rejected The Return of Alpha’s Luna (Janet and Daran) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 

Her heart was thumping so crazily that she was afraid that he might hear the sound of her heartbeat. 

But she didn’t let her panic show. 

“Do you have a trusting issue, Westin?” she asked, pretending to be vexed. 

Her heart was thumping so crazily that she was afraid that he might hear the sound of her heartbeat. 

But she didn’t let her panic show. 

“Do you have a trusting issue, Westin?” she asked, pretending to be vexed. 

‘Don’t make this about me, my love.” He raised an eyebrow while saying, “First you managed to win over Wells and Belle, and then this effort you made with the baseball game tonight…Clemente is now on your side as well. It is hard to believe that you are not orchestrating something behind my back–” 

“You asked me to be nice to Clemente! And your brother and sister…Don’t you want us to be friends?” 

“Of course I do. And I can see that you have really tried, which almost gave me the impression that you were ready to accept my proposal…Hell was I thrilled. But when I saw the rejection on your face just a moment ago, I knew that this wasn’t the case. So tell me, Janet, what are you trying to do here?” 

Janet’s body became tense. 

Westin was smart. 

And as reluctant as she liked to admit to it…He could see right through her. 

She had to find a way to ease his mind.. 

Her entire escape plan hinged on this. 

“Fine. You want the truth?” 

She looked straight into his eyes, “The truth is that I am not ready to accept your proposal. And my heart is still with Daran.” 

His face darkened abruptly. 

A storm was building in his eyes. 

“But-” 

She hurried to continue before he snapped. 

But we are where we are right now. And I am trying to get used to this place, to befriend people, to build a connection here. Because I was hoping that if I could ever begin to see this place as home…only then would you and I have a true future. together.” 

He stared at her, unblinkingly. 

She took in a deep breath, her voice shaking, “I am doing the best I can, Westin! To adjust to this new environment…But if you are going to deny all my efforts and be paranoid about everything that I have done, honestly, I don’t know why I am still trying! Maybe I should just give up already! Lock myself up in this room and never see anybody…because that would have been easier…” 

Some heavy emotions surged up in her chest. 

Those were lies that she told. But the feelings were real. 

She felt cornered, frustrated, and alone with no help. 

She was pregnant with the child of the man she really loved but trapped here with another man. 

How could fate do this to her? 

Overwhelmed by those emotions, she began to choke. 

“Oh Janet…Come here, my love.” 

Westin let out a long sigh and pulled her into his arms again. 

“…I am sorry,” he whispered hoarsely into her ears. 

She ignored him and kept sobbing 

“I am a bit over–anxious,” he admitted. “I really want you to fall in love with me….I want it so much that sometimes I push too hard…” 

“But there is a process! You have to wait for me to be ready.. Or this is not going to work-” 

“It is going to work,” he said firmly, without a shred of doubt. “Because I know that I am the right one for you…. But you are right. There is a process. So I will wait…no matter how long it takes.” 

She buried her face to his shoulder. 

…And secretly let out a sigh of relief. 

Good. 

Her approach worked. 

His doubt was removed, for now. 

“So the hunting…” she asked about the thing that she cared about the most. 

“Of course you can go,” he reassured her. “When is this hunting again?” 

“The day after tomorrow.” 

Precisely one day before the deadline that he gave her. 

“I have an entire day packed with meetings that day. So are you going to be alright by yourself?” he asked with a frown. 

“Don’t worry. Clemente will stay with me.” 

It was actually a relief that he wouldn’t be there. 

Westin tightened his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. 

“If there is going to be no sex tonight…” he said. 

“There isn’t!” 

He chuckled lowly, “Fine. Then what should we do before bedtime?” 

“You can read to me. There is a novel on the nightstand.” 

With one arm still wrapped around her shoulder, he reached over and grabbed the book. 

Turning the book to the page that she folded, he started reading. 

He had a beautiful voice, deep and sexy, like a velvety river. 

She closed her eyes and let her mind drift away in that soothing sound. 

The hunting team gathered by the front gate of the castle and then headed out to the 

designated hunting site together on horseback. 

The sun bathed the landscape in a warm, golden glow, casting a majestic hue over the sprawling mountains. 

The elders from the House of Light, all dressed in rich hunting attire, moved gracefully on horseback, flanked by a vigilant escort of soldiers and guards. 

The crisp mountain air kissed Janet’s cheeks as she rode alongside the royal entourage through the towering peaks, with Clemente by her side. 

“You are a very good rider,” Clemente said. 

“My brother taught me how to ride,” Jane shrugged. “But why aren’t we taking the cars?” 

“The paths in the mountains are not accessible to any kind of vehicles.” 

“OK? But in case you have forgotten, we are werewolves. Why can’t we all shift into our wolves and run to the hunting site? It would be definitely faster.” 

She had not had any chances to shift since she arrived at the Lycan’s land. 

Her wolf craved a good run. 

“Because that would be a very ungraceful thing to do,” said an abrupt voice from her back 

Janet turned on her horse and found that an elder with a goatee was coming close to her. 

“Elder Robert from the House of Light. Elder Robert, this is Lady Janet,” Clemente introduced the two of them. 

Elder Robert eyed her up and down with a critical look, “The werewolf Queen…so I have heard.” 

“Nice to meet you, elder.” Janet bowed to him on the houseback, “But did I just hear it wrong? Did you say that shifting is an ungraceful thing to do?” 

“It is.” 

Elder Robert raised his chin, his goatee fluttering in the mountain breeze: