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

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Chapter 140

Morgana took her out of the dungeon.

They were seen by many soldiers on their way. But none of those soldiers made a move to stop them..

So it wasn’t hard at all to rescue her out of here.

Yet Daran didn’t even try.

Morgana shoved her into a car waiting outside and told the driver their destination. “Where are we

going?” Jrubbed her temple.

She felt so exhausted and betrayed that she just wanted to lie down right now.

“Proving my point!” Morgana hissed, “First we are going to a fancy salon to get your hair done and your

dresses picked. Then we are going to a nightclub, where Lance and Daran are hanging out tonight.”

“…Can’t we just go straight to the nightclub?”

“Definitely not!” Morgana cried, “I won’t let him see you like this. You have to look glorious, especially

the first tyou see your ex after the breakup.”

Jwanted to tell Morgana that she and Daran didn’t break up.

They weren’t even in a relationship.

Yet she opened her mouth and decided that she couldn’t be bothered with all the explanation.

She looked out to the passing streetlights and lapsed into silence at a loss.

She didn’t know what exactly Morgana wanted to show her tonight. She didn’t think she was ready for

that either.

If…If she saw anything-things that proved Morgana right, was she really ready to cut the ties with

Daran?

She had no idea.

Their first stop was a fancy salon.

Morgana asked the shop owner to clear the floor so that all stylists could only serve the two of them

tonight.

Jfirst took a long shower and then she was seated in front of a dresser with a full-sized mirror

facing her.

While two hair stylists fumbled with her hair, the make-up artist started to apply makeup for her.

The wounds and bruises on her face and body were carefully covered by concealers. The stylist gave

her a sultry, smoky eye look with dark eyeshadow, winged eyeliner, and coats of mascara.

Her gorgeous face was brought out with a touch of bronzer and glittering highlighter, and a nude lip

color with a glossy finish.

As the stylists worked with her face and hair, Morgana was sitting on the couch flipping through a

shopping brochure, choosing an outfit for her.

As soon as Jwas done with her makeup, she was shoved into a dressing room to get changed.

When she cout with a finished look, everyone was stunned, including the stylists who did her

makeover.

“Holy fuck…”

Morgana shot up from the couch, rounding her eyes at Janet,

“Look at you! You are glowing!”

Jwas wearing a silver bodycon dress that hugged her curves perfectly The deep V-neckline

showed off her cleavage. One side slit-up design brought out

Her hair was made into wavy curves and fell down to the middle of her back. The hairstylist gave her a

balayage hair dye.

leg.

Now her hair color started with darker roots and gradually faded into a lighter, silver color at the ends,

which was also the color of her dress.

Morgana cried excitedly and rushed to hold her hands, “My god! Men in your packs are so damn lucky.

They must all be crazy for you!”

Jgave a tug at her dress with a bitter smile.

“Not exactly…No.”

When she was at Riverside Pack, she didn’t have the money and tto look pretty. Back at that time,

all spotlights were on Harper. And she was a nobody.

Daran didn’t even notice her until they mated to each other.

She had all the resources when she was claimed back to Blood Moon Pack. But she soon becthe

Gamma and wore light sportswear every day for the training.

Thinking back, she seemed to never have the chance to dress up.

Morgana looked stunned when she heard this from Janet.

“Then what about your Luna Ceremony with Daran?” Morgana asked, “At least your dressed up for

that.”

Jshook her head, “We didn’t have a ceremony.”

The Diaz gave her a ride to Daran’s villa and dumped her at the front door. And that

was it.

Daran didn’t even cback on the first night of their mating. He spent the night at Harper’s.

“Fuck…That fucking prick!!!” Morgana yelled.

She grabbed Janet’s hand and led her to the door, “You need to see a bastard for he really is. And he

needs to see what he is missing out!”

The car drove them to a buzzing nightclub. A large group of customers was waiting in line outside.

Jcouldn’t help but notice that those customers were all girls. No man.

“That is Lance’s idea!”

“That is Lance’s idea!”

Morgana shouted to her ear as they skipped the line and went through the front door.

“He booked the place for 7 days straight! And set a no-man policy. All the girls in the city are here to

impress the King and his new friend!”

They stepped inside.

And found themselves in a fancy nightclub with a dimly lit, industrial-chic interior that was alive with the

throb of bass-heavy music.

Strobe lights flickered across the dance floor, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the writhing bodies

of the dancers.

The air was thick with the scent of heavy perfand sweat.

Jhad to hold her breath as they pushed through the crowd.

“Look!”

Morgana pointed in a certain direction for her.

Jfollowed her finger and caught sight of Daran.

It was quite hard to miss.

Because he was on stage dancing with the stripper.

The girl was dressed in a bikini. Her big boobs were pressed against his chest.

They were pressed close together, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the music.

The girl kissed his throat and led his hand to her hips.

He didn’t pull his hand back. Instead, his long finger hooked the string of her bikini bottom, ready to pull

it loose at any second.

The crowd downstage exploded with cheers, excited to see him stripe the girl.

Jwidened her eyes.

She found herself lost in shock and disbelief.

The man on stage….

He didn’t seem like Daran at all.

The Daran that she knew never indulged himself in parties and booze. He was cold and indifferent, but

also an industrious Alpha.

He kept his distance from most she-wolves, even when they threw themselves at him.

He was only nice to Harper, and then her.

So who was this man dancing on stage with the stripper?

Jdidn’t know.

She hardly recognized him anymore.

Just then, someone popped a champagne and sprayed the wine all over their bodies. The girl giggled

and raised her head to lick the wine dripping down his face.

So who was this man dancing on stage with the stripper?

Jdidn’t know.

She hardly recognized him anymore.

Just then, someone popped a champagne and sprayed the wine all over their bodies. The girl giggled

and raised her head to lick the wine dripping down his face. Yet Datan pushed her away and jumped off

stage, heading towards a booth.

Jsaw Lance in that booth as well, surrounded by wasted, pretty girls.

Daran said something to Lance.

But they were too far away, and the music was too loud. She couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Just when she decided to move closer, she saw Lance grab a mic.

Then his booming voice echoed in the nightclub, “Somebody kills the music.”

The loud music died out instantly.

All the girls stopped dancing and looked at the Rogue King, perplexed.

Lance turned to Daran with a big smile and asked, “Do you like the girl I chose for you?”

Daran was drinking a glass of champagne.

Hearing Lance’s question, he raised a brow nonchalantly and said, “She is fine.”

The stripper’s eyes sparkled with joy, and she was looking at him with an expression

of adoration.

Jfelt a sharp pain shoot through her body.

Lance laughed, looking pleased with Daran’s answer, “And what if I tell you that she used to be a

member of your pack?”

“Riverside Pack?” Daran frowned.

He reached into his pocket.

And pulled out a gun.

The stripper froze on the spot. She widened her eyes at the gun, taken aback by this sudden turn of

events.

“M-My King…” she stuttered, “You are joking…”

The once noisy club lapsed into a deathly silence.

The stripper trembled, her face pale as a piece of paper.

“No…don’t…” she sobbed looking at Daran pleadingly. “I was once your member…don’t do it…”

“Shoot her, Daran. Shot your former member,” Lance smiled. “Prove resolution to me.”

Jclenched her fists, her heart pounding in her chest.

No, Daran wouldn’t.

your

She could accept him dancing with a stripper but this… No. A decent Alpha would never shoot an

innocent girl-

Daran picked up the gun and pointed it at the stripper.

“NO-” Jcried abruptly.

And he had pulled the trigger!