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

Chapter 97

Veronica grabbed the pen. Hastily, she wrote down:

Something wrong with the man out there. We have to tell Gamma Janet!

Harper looked at her writings.

“You mean Lance? He is the local blacksmith. What can possibly be wrong with him?” she said in a

drawling voice.

Veronica bit her lips in anxiety. She waved her hands and wrote down another line:

He is not a blacksmith! I know him!

“Oh?” Harper smiled. “If he is not a blacksmith, then who is he?”

He is-

Veronica paused, giving Harper a suspicious look.

“You can trust me,” Harper softened her tone. “Angelina introduced us. I am her friend. In fact, you

probably didn’t know this, but Gamma Janet grew up in my house. We are practically sisters. So you

can trust me with anything that you want to

tell her.”

Veronica still looked reluctant. And Harper added:

“I just want to make sure that you are not bothering Gamma Janet with trifles. Nevertheless, she is a

very busy person.”

That dispelled all her doubts. Veronica picked up the pen again and started writing:

That man is the Rogue King!

Harper slightly widened her eyes. After a small pause, she asked with a deadpan face, “How can you

be so sure?”

Veronica scribbled:

I heard his voice before. I swear it with my soul! Hurry and pass my note to Gamma Janet. I am afraid

that he will do her harm!!

Harper picked up that piece of paper and paced to the door.

Veronica’s gaze followed Harper, her eyes full of anxious anticipation.

Yet the next second, Harper tore that piece of paper into pieces.

Veronica’s jaw dropped. Glaring at Harper, she made a furious noise, her mouth moving rapidly without

a sound.

“Can’t say a single word, can you? Poor thing.”

Harper giggled maliciously.

“And there is something else you need to know about me and Janet. Yes, we used to be sisters. But I

hate her to the gut. I would do anything to make her disappear from this world.”

Veronica turned abruptly and searched for another piece of paper on the table. Her throat was seized

by a pair of hands from the back.

Harper strangled Veronica with her whole night. She was slightly taller and stronger than Veronica,

which gave her the upper hand.

Veronica groaned lowly in agony, her body twitching. She wanted to break free from Harper’s grasp,

but she didn’t have the strength.

After one painful minute, Veronica’s eyes rolled to the back, and she crushed to the ground.

Harper panted roughly. This took her a lot of her energy as well.

She put a finger under Veronica’s nose to make sure that she was still passed out, not dead.

Just then, a series of footsteps came from outside of the door and was approaching this office.

Panic flickered across Harper’s face.

She hastily grabbed Veronica by the ankle and dragged her body into the closet. The minute she

slammed the closet door shut, someone pushed the office door open from the outside.

It was Angelina.

“Where is Veronica?” Angelina asked with a frown, her eyes scanning across the

room.

“Oh. She went to the restroom,” Harper put on a forced smile. “What do you need, Angelina?”

“Gamma Janet and I need to go to the shelters to check on injured soldiers. Can you finish the

bookkeeping work with Veronica and then send those sorted grains to the warehouse?”

Harper clenched her fists behind her back. Her nails dug deep into her flesh.

Yet the smile on her face was as sweet as ever.

“Sure thing,” she said. “You can count on me with those, Angelina.”

Angelina nodded at her with a smile and then closed the office door again.

The sweet smile vanished from Harper’s face as soon as Angelina left.

She was actually furious inside.

Errands. Angelina was always giving her errands! She was practically a slave in everyone’s eyes!

Nobody still remembered that she was a lady!

Fortunately, now she had a way out.

She had Lance, a great help.

And to make things even better, she just found out that Lance was the Rogue King! She felt as though

her heart was going to explode with joy.

Lance, her mate, was a’king!

She knew that someone like her would end up with a great man. So what if Lance was a rogue? He

was a man with actual, concrete power. That was all that mattered!

And Veronica just offered her a way to prove herself valuable to Lance.

Everything worked out perfectly.

Harper left the office room and returned shortly after with a trolley full of sorted grains and an empty

sack.

She opened the closet door and shoved Veronica’s body into that sack. Then she lifted that sack onto

the trolley.

Harper pushed the trolley out of the office and walked out to the street.

She ran into a lot of people on the way. But nobody suspected a thing. The stuff on Harper’s trolley

seemed like nothing but a few bags of grains.

Eventually, she arrived at the smith shop.

Harper gently knocked on the door. A few minutes later, Layla came to answer it.

“Is he here?” Harper asked in a low voice.

Layla nodded hastily and let her in.

Lance was in there forging a weapon.

The fire from the forge roared, casting a fiery glow on Lance’s body. His strong arm was swinging a

heavy hammer with rhythmic precision, sending sparks flying.

A red-hot bar of iron rested on the anvil, its malleable core ready for transformation.

Harper gasped looking at him.

She had always found Lance a bit too lanky for her taste.

She didn’t know that he possessed such a muscular body of strength.

Now it seemed that Lance was not only good-looking but also had the power and a great body.

He was really the whole package.

Harper could already feel herself falling in love with him.

Seeing Harper walk in, Lance dropped his hammer and paced over.

“Why are you here?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Aren’t you afraid that somebody might get

suspicious?”

“You said that I need to find a way to prove myself valuable…And I have.”

She untied the sack sitting on the top of her trolley and revealed Veronica’s unconscious face.

Lance held his breath looking down at Veronica. His eyes gleamed with joy.

“Well, well…see who this is. The little traitor,” he chuckled. “I was wondering where she had been

hiding. Didn’t see her in the city recently.”

“That is because Daran had her and Glen locked up in a cell. They were just released today.”

Lance rubbed his chin, “Let me guess. She saw me somewhere and recognized my voice.”

“Yes. And she was going to tell Janet about you. But I stopped her and brought her

here”

here.”

Lance smiled and petted Harper’s head, “Good job. I am impressed.”

He treated her as though she was his lap dog. But Harper still couldn’t help but beamed.

“Take her inside,” Lance said to Layla.

Layla nodded and dragged Veronica from the trolley and dragged her into the back

room.

Veronica’s head bumped against the door frame, and she slowly woke up from her slumber.

She groaned in pain and struggled her eyes open. When she saw clearly who was standing in front of

her, she let out a horrified gasp.

“Surprised to see me?”

Lance crouched down and stared at Veronica with an intrigued smile.

“You didn’t honestly believe that I would let you off the hook that easily, did you? Betraying me has

consequences. I thought that we made that clear.”

Veronica shivered in horror. Her eyes glanced around the room, desperately searching for somebody to

help her.

Lance seized her chin and forced her to meet his eyes, “Who are you looking at? Nobody will help you.

You were already doomed when you chose the wrong side… Now it is time for me to collect my debt.” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“What should we do with her?” Harper asked. “We have to do something. Or she will definitely tell

someone about you.”

Lance smiled, enjoying the horrified look on Veronica’s face, “What do you think we should do, mate?”

“Maybe…maybe we can cut her hands off?”

Harper suggested.

“She can’t talk. And without her hands, she can’t write either. It stops her from telling.”

Lance laughed, amused by Harper’s suggestion, “Cut her hands off? That is cute. But sorry little mate.

This isn’t a childish high school drama.”

He stood up with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.

“Let me teach you a lesson to the real world…Only the dead won’t tell.”

Quick as thunder, he dug his wolf claw into Veronica’s chest and seized her heart. Blood gushed out,

spilling onto Lance’s entire body.

Veronica parted her lips.

Yet she couldn’t even make a sound before crashing down to the ground.

Dead.