Kidnapped and Rejected The Return of Alpha’s Luna (Janet and Daran) novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252 

The air was thick with tension and the musky scent of sweat. 

The moon’s glow filtered through the curtains, casting shadows that danced around the room. 

Janet gritted her teeth, clutching the edges of the bed. 

The pain started as a deep ache in her lower back, intensifying with each passing 

moment. 

“Westin,” she gasped, her voice strained, “I can’t…” 

“Of course, you can…You can do this, baby.” 

Westin caressed her forehead and whispered into her ears, “Think about this child, Janet. How much you looked forward to the birth of this child. Just a few hours and this child will be born….and we will be the happiest parents on earth…” 

Janet sobbed with tears streaming down her cheeks. 

Yes, this child was the only thing that she looked forward to during the last few months. 

Her life would be an abyss of darkness if it weren’t for her child, 

And she would meet her child. Very, very soon. 

The contractions grew stronger, waves of pain crashing over Janet like a relentless tide. 

“Ahh–!!!” 

She arched her back, gasping for air between the contractions. 

Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and her body trembled violently. 

Westin rushed to the bathroom and moistened a cloth with cool water. He quickly returned to her side and wiped her forehead, offering a small reprieve from the heat and strain. 

“Breathe with me,” he instructed her. “Inhale…Exhale…” 

He learned this breathing method from a maternal book. 

He didn’t know that this would come in handy–because in their original plan, Janet would be surrounded by people much more professional than him–but he was now glad that he learned something from that book. 

The rhythmic pattern helped Janet focus and ease some of her pain. 

Westin was timing her contractions. 

Soon he knew that it was time for her to start pushing. 

“You have done great work so far, baby.” he kissed her sweat–drenched forehead, “Just a few more pushes-” 

“…NO!” 

She shook her head, crying and screaming, delirious from the pain, “I can’t…I can’t do this. Just make it stop…Please…” 

“I know. I know,” he gave his hand to her and let her squeeze it. “Squeeze my hand if it hurts too much. But you can do this. And I am right here with you.” 

She groaned, gripping his hand as hard as she could, and pushed through the pain. “…H–How much longer?” she asked, crying and choking. 

She was so exhausted. 

Why hadn’t it stopped yet? 

How much longer could she be freed from this pain? 

She was starting to get worried. 

…Would she die on this bed giving birth to her child? 

“Soon. Very soon. Just keep pushing baby,” Westin kept telling her. 

“Ahhh-” she couldn’t help but let out another desperate cry. 

Her scream went out to the next room, where a large group of people were gathered. 

He stopped abruptly when he heard that terrible scream. His face turned pale at 

once. 

“O–Oh my god…” 

Belle clapped her hand over her mouth, eyes round with horrified tears, “Is–Is that normai? She sounds like she is being tortured!” 

An elder from the House of Light tried to ease her nerves by saying, “Relax Princess Belle, giving birth is a hard process, but it is perfectly normal.” 

“So is Janet going to be alright?” Belle asked eagerly. 

She looked around the crowd, desperate for an answer. 

But nobody could give her one. 

None of them knew what was going on with Janet. 

They were all locked outside. 

This is fucking ridiculous!” Wells snapped abruptly. 

He rushed to the door and faced off with Clemente, “You heard her screaming, didn’t you? Janet needs help! Just let the doctor and nurse in!” 

Clemente stood firmly by the door, blocking the only entrance to the room. 

His jaw tightened as he said, “The King clearly said that-” 

“Oh fuck what he said!” Wells cried furiously, “Who knows what that dickhead was thinking! I for one don’t want Janet to end up dying on that birthing bed!” 

“Me neither!” Belle shirked, half–crying. 

Clemente’s chest heaved. 

He was struggling internally as well. 

Yet he still remained firmly on his spot, unmoving. 

“Move aside, General Clemente!” 

Elder Medline stood up from her chair and glared at Clemente, “If the Queen dies on that birthing bed today, it will be your fucking responsibility! Do you really want to carry that weight on your shoulder?” 

Clemente gritted his teeth, “The King gave me an order. I will carry out that order…no matter what you say!” 

He was worried about Janet, yes. 

He would also blame himself if anything happened to her. 

But despite all that, Westin and Janet trusted him with this duty. He would not let them down. 

Drawing his sword out by one inch, Clemente glared at the crowd and hissed, “I will fight off anyone who dares to come close to this door!” 

Elder Madeline froze. The expression on her face grew angrier.