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

Chapter 177

“Doomed? No, no! King Lance is still alive. I just need you to help me transfer him to a safer place!” hissed the first voice.

Janet recognized this voice as well.

It was the woman who went undercover with Lance in Crimson Fortress, the same person who pretended to be Lance’s wife, Layla.

Harper clicked her tongue impatiently.

Layla blurted out again, “King Lance lost his healing power because this city is not longer the rogue’s territory. But I have chosen another city nearby as our new headquarters. Just help me transfer the King there and he will restore his power-” “Why would I do that?” Harper laughed icily.

“You are his Queen! His mate! You said that you loved him-”

“I fucking lied, alright? The only thing that I liked about him was his power. Now he has lost all his subjects, even his palace, he means nothing to me now!” Harper said ruthlessly.

Layla cried in disbelief, “How can you do this…..”

“Fuck off you bitch! Stop harassing our daughter!”

That was Hellen.

Sounded like Hellen and Paul were together with Harper.

“Yeah, stay out of our way!” Paul yelled, “Your King wasn’t even willing to throw my daughter a decent wedding. Why would we save his life now?”

Layla gritted, “You can’t possibly compare these two things-”

“Why not? Your King humiliated me in front of all the guests! We are done!” Harper said in a vicious voice, “Actually, I hope that he dies now so that the Moon Goddess. can start arranging for my second chance mate.”

“YOU COLD BITCH!”

Layla roared in sorrow:

“It if weren’t for him, you would still be a fucking slave bossed around by Janet! I am fucking killing you right now!”

There was the sound of fighting, followed by curses and painful groans.

…Layla knows where Lance is,” Janet whispered to Daran.

Daran nodded, “Let’s go get her.”

They leaped up the stairs, going after their target.

At the top of the staircase, they saw Layla grabbing a handful of Harper’s hair and smashing Harper’s head against the wall.

Harper cried miserably.

Hellen and Paul were pulling Layla’s arms, trying to break up the fight. They jerked around in unison when they heard the approaching footsteps.

They all froze in horror when they saw Janet and Daran coming at them.

“Fuck!” Harper shrieked.

She elbowed Layla and knocked her over, rushing straight at the door, with her parents on her heels.

Layla tried to run as well.

But she didn’t make a few steps far before being tackled to the ground by Daran.

Daran grabbed her collar and hissed, “Where is Lance!”

Layla spat, “You wish!”

Daran tightened his grip, “Spill it now! Don’t make me fucking force you.”

“You can kill me now! I will never turn my back on my King!” Layla cried.

It was going to take some time to get this woman to talk.

But Harper and her parents were getting away now.

A cold sense of hatred surged up in Janet’s chest.

She once swore to herself to finish Harper when she got the chance.

Now was her chance.

“I am going after Harper. You catch up later,” Janet said urgently to Daran.

Daran nodded.

Janet dashed across the room and wrenched the door open.

She was immediately welcomed by a strong gush of wind.

She was now standing on the top floor of the tower, facing a 30–foot–long drawbridge, which was the only way that linked the tower with the back mountain on the other side.

Janet looked under the drawbridge.

Underneath the drawbridge was the broad, raging river that went around the city of Grace Ruin.

The tower stood 10 stories high.

If one tripped and fell off the drawbridge, they would immediately be swallowed by the fast–moving river and die without a full body.

The drawbridge swayed dangerously in the gushing wind.

Snow started to fall, making the surface of the bridge extra slippery.

Hellen and Paul were moving forward slowly, holding on to the cord of the bridge for support.

Harper had made it to the other end already. And she was crying to her parents:

“Hurry the fuck up! We are running out of time!”

“We can’t! It is too slippery! The fucking wind and snow!” Paul snapped.

“Wait for us, darling!” Hellen yelled.

Harper stomped her feet impatiently,

And then she saw Janet, who stood at the end of the bridge, gazing at her coldly like the Death itself.

A terrible chill was sent down Harper’s spine as she screamed:

“Janet is here! SHE IS COMING AT US!!!!”

Hellen and Paul looked beyond their shoulders, and both let out a horrified cry.

They tried to move faster.

But the frost on the floor and the strong wind made it impossible.

Harper clenched her fists, her heart thumping heavily against her ribs.

Her back was drenched by cold sweat.

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Even if they did, Janet would still cross the bridge and hunt them down.

None of them could escape Janet.

…As long as this bridge still existed.

Harper swallowed.

A malevolent idea flashed across her mind.

With a shaky hand, she drew a dagger out and started cutting the cord that bound the bridge.

Paul spotted her doing that. His face distorted in horror.

“What the fuck are you doing!” he barked at his daughter, “Fucking stop that! You

will kill us!”

“Sorry mom and dad! But if the bridge stays, none of us will escape!” Harper cried back, hurrying with her work.

“HARPER NO-” Hellen screamed at the top of her lungs.

Harper gritted her teeth in silence. Tears streamed down her face. But she didn’t stop cutting.

“We are your fucking parents!” Paul’s furious voice traveled from the distance, “Among all of our children we love you the most”

“Oh yeah?! Then sacrifice your life for your favorite child!” Harper bellowed.

She clenched the dagger.

And cut through the cord decisively.

The cord snapped with a sharp crack. The bridge fell from one side.

Hellen and Paul screamed in terror, a scream that was soon swallowed up in the roar

of the blizzard.

Harper turned and disappeared into the darkness without casting a single look back at her parents.

Janet had just stepped on the bridge when it collapsed. So she made it back to the safe area just in time.

She looked down, trying to see if Hellen and Paul had fallen into the river.

Yet to her surprise, these two were still dangling in the air, holding onto the remaining part of the bridge tightly.

The cord at Janet’s side of the bridge was still intact. But if Janet cut it as well, the entire bridge would fall and there was no way these two would survive.

“Janet-”

Paul struggled to look up, his face full of sweat.

“My sweat darling…My dear daughter! Pull us up!” he cried.

Janet lifted her lips into an icy smile, “You are wrong. I am never your daughter.”

Even during the time that she stayed in the Diaz family, they never treated her like their daughter.

More like a slave.

“But you are!” Hellen yelled, her voice shaking in fear. “We–we love you, Janet! Harper is an ungrateful bitch! But we know that you are not! You are different! You are a sweet and soft soul-”

They would literally say anything to get Janet to save them.

Just then, a series of footsteps came from her back. Janet turned around and found Morgana coming out through the door.

“Kass and I heard your voice. What is going on here?” Morgana asked urgently.

Janet looked at her.

She took out a blade and placed it in Morgana’s hand.

“I think you are the one who should make this decision,” Janet said.

Morgana held the blade in a daze.

Yet when she saw who was hanging in the air down below, her face changed abruptly.

“Let them live? Or kill them?” Janet whispered into her ears, “It is your call.”

Morgana clutched the blade.

Then she removed her mask with one hand.

You recognize this face?” she cried down to Paul and Hellen.

“Who the fuck are you!” Paul snarled, “Move! Let us talk to Janet!”

Hellen rounded her eyes abruptly and stuttered, “W–Wait…the

birthmark…You–You are…”

“Yeah. I used to be Morgana Diaz, till you abandoned me heartlessly in the hospital on the day I was born.

Morgana laughed coldly.

“I bet you never imagined that I would survive, that we would meet again…That your life would one day depend on my mercy!”

Paul and Hellen were shocked to their very core.

“W…Wait!” Hellen cried, “Morgana…is it? We are sorry! We should never do it to you! So please ”

“Pull us up! Let us make it up to you, Morgana! We are a family!” Paul shouted.

Hatred and resolution gleamed in Morgana’s eyes.

“No. You are not sorry.

She said deeply, gazing down at the couple’s horror–stricken face.

“You are just afraid….As you should be.”

With that said, she raised the blade up in the air.

And swung it at the cord without hesitation.