Kidnapped and Rejected – The Return of Alpha’s Luna by Moon Claw

Chatper 130

Chapter 130.

Daran kept his hands in his pocket, looking indifferent.

“Danton was dead?” he asked.

“Yes, Alpha Daran. It happened last night.”

“And that is the reason that you cbanging at my door this early in the morning?” Daran said coldly,

“I am not interested. Go tell your King to leave us out of it.”

He moved to shut the door.

“A-Alpha Daran! Wait!” the soldier gasped, putting a hand on the doorfrto stop the door from

closing up. “The King demanded your presence at the Counseling

Hall. He said that it was urgent…”

“Demanded?”

Daran chuckled darkly, “Who gives him the right to demandto do anything?”

The soldier gulped nervously, too scared to look at Daran in the eyes.

When the King ordered to bring Daran to the Counseling Hall, none of the soldiers was willing to take

up this difficult job.

If Daran refused to go with them, or if he was mad and decided to give them a hard time, there was

absolutely nothing they could do about it.

Yet they couldn’t obey the King’s order.

The soldier froze on his spot and hesitated.

The clicks of high heels on the hardwood floor cfrom their backs, breaking this awkward silence.

Everyone looked around and found Morgana making her way down. the hallway towards them.

“Lady Morgana!” the soldier gasped in joy.

He finally saw a savior who could rescue them from this predicament.

Morgana walked over and said to them with a polite smile, “The King is inviting the both of you to the

Counseling Hall.”

Daran crossed arms in front of his chest, “We are not going. Because it is none of our fucking

business.”

“Oh con. Aren’t you interested in who killed that cocky prick Danton?” Morgana gave him a

searching look, “Or…do you know the murderer already?”

Daran’s face showed no sign of panic or nervousness, “How would I know? I am just not interested.”

“Well, just stop by and enjoy the drama then. It would be fun watching people point fingers at each

other.” Morgana shrugged, “Do you wantto beg you? Does saying ‘please’ help in this scenario?”

Daran frowned, looking impatient.

Jstuck her head out and replied with a smile, “Fine, we will go. But give us a moment to get

changed.”

She dragged Daran back into the room and closed the door.

She dragged Daran back into the room and closed the door.

“Do you really want to go?” Daran asked Jas she went into the room to freshen up. “It might get

ugly.”

“Sure, why not? Like Morgana said, it will be fun to watch the dog fight.”

Jput her hair up into a high ponytail and grabbed a hoodie out of the closet and pulled it over her

head.

“Plus, if Lance is really growing suspicious of us, I want to be the first to know,” she said.

When they finished changing and walked out of the door, all the soldiers were gone. It was just

Morgana standing in the hallway, waiting for them.

“Where are those daunting soldiers?” Jasked with a slightly sarcastic tone.

“I sent them away. It is a bit melodramatic to have a large crowd of soldiers escorting you two to the

Counseling Hall…This way please.”

Morgana led the way and accompanied them into the elevator.

She pressed the button and waited for the elevator door to close up before asking them in a low voice:

“Where are you last night?”

“In our room. Sleeping. Why?” Jasked with a raised eyebrow.

“No reason…Just checking in,” Morgana chuckled. “I simply thought that we could use a little sincerity if

we were to form a collaborative relationship. So Janet, really, where were you last night?”

Jdidn’t answer that question right away. Instead, she asked, “If Lance accuses us of murdering

Danton later, will you take our side and defend us? Are you willing to challenge your King?”

Morgana narrowed her eyes, “At least up until now, I am still the King’s CabMinister.”

Jreplied with a calm smile, “Well in that case, to answer your earlier question, we were indeed

sleeping in our room last night.”

She knew that Morgana was testing the water here.

She was not ready to trust Morgana completely just yet.

Yes, Morgana told them that Andre was the former Rogue King’s son and she helped them into the

masquerade ball, but that was still not enough.

For what was worth, Morgana could be acting on Lance’s order the whole time.

“What will it take for you to trust me, Janet?” Morgana asked coolly, “I already told you that I am willing

to help.”

“Maybe saying is not enough. You should do something to prove that,” Jsaid.

Just then, the elevator stopped.

The door opened up to the Rogue’s Counseling Hall.

This hall looked grand and spacious. Vaulted ceilings soared high above, adorned with gilded

embellishments that caught the light of immense chandeliers. Marble

For what was worth, Morgana could be acting on Lance’s order the whole time.

“What will it take for you to trust me, Janet?” Morgana asked coolly, “I already told you that I am willing

to help.”

“Maybe saying is not enough. You should do something to prove that,” Jsaid.

Just then, the elevator stopped.

The door opened up to the Rogue’s Counseling Hall.

This hall looked grand and spacious. Vaulted ceilings soared high above, adorned. with gilded

embellishments that caught the light of immense chandeliers. Marble pillars lined the periphery, framing

the immense space.

At the chamber’s heart sat a table of polished mahogany, ringed by velvet chairs.

What caught Janet’s eyes the moment she walked into the hall was the centerpiece of

that table-

A gigantic wolf’s head.

Its eyes rounded and its mouth wide open with sharp fangs exposed, looking as though it was

beheaded right in the middle of a furious howl.

Everyone by the table turned their heads around when Jand Daran walked in.

The air was thick with an unspoken tension.

“Welcome!”

Lance stood up from his chair, smiling warmly, “Welcto my Counseling Hall. You haven’t been here

before, have you? How do you like it?”

Daran took his seat opposite Lance and said in an indifferent voice, “Not bad.”

“And do you like my centerpiece?” Lance pointed at the large wolf head, “It belonged to an Alpha that I

killed on the battlefield. I chopped off his head and brought it back and made it into a sample. I think it

makes a nice ornament in my Counseling Hall. Don’t you think?”

Jgritted her teeth in fury.

…That bastard.

Daran’s lips lifted into an icy smile, and he said, “It is nice. Maybe I ought to get one of these in my

pack as well…I think your head will do.”

There was an astonished gasp going around the table.

One guy slammed his hand against the table furiously. Yet when Daran turned to look at him, he quickly

looked down to avoid eye contact.

Lance waved his hand, “Calm down. Alpha Daran and I were joking around. In fact, the reason I invite

you here today is because of a tragic matter that happened last night.”

“Danton. We heard.” Jsaid coldly, “But how is that our business?”

“Maybe…and I said maybe…you happen to know something about my general’s death?” Lance said

with his shrewd smile.

“How should we know? We didn’t even know how he died,” Jsnorted. “If he drowned himself in a

bathtub is that our problem as well?!

drowned himself in a bathtub, is that our problem as well?”

“General Danton died last night in drug abuse,” Morgana said.

“Oh, a drug addict,” Jspread her hands. “Then you shouldn’t be too surprised. by his death.”

“Then

you need to question people who were with Danton last night, instead of interrogating us.”

Lance slightly narrowed his eyes, “Where were you last night, Alpha Daran?”

Daran let out a cold sneer. He pushed away the chair and stood up.

“This is feeling like an interrogation. I am not wasting my ton this,” he said freezingly. “Janet, shall

we?”

Jnodded and followed him towards the door.

“Hold on a second.”

Lance stood up as well. His voice becdark.

“My position never changed,” said Daran ruthlessly. “Your head will make a great centerpiece on my

tea table.”

Lance’s nostrils flared with anger.

Then the next second, he started laughing, “So you are claiming that you were not with Danton last

night?”

Daran rolled his eyes impatiently and said nothing.

“Fine! Bring him in!” Lance snapped.

Jfrowned. Did they have a witness?

The door opened up and two soldiers brought in a peasant-looking man and threw him to the ground.

“Who am I speaking to?” Lance asked dauntingly.

The man shivered in fear, “M-My nis Gorden. I am a peasant.”

“Tellwhat you saw last night.”

He cast a panicked glance at Jand Daran.

“-These two killed General Danton!” he shrieked.