Chapter 125: Kidnapped and Rejected The Return of Alpha’s Luna by Moon Claw Chapter 126

Chapter 126

Janet took a look at the girl.

She was too scared to move an inch.

Seeing this, Janet slowly rose from the ground and walked up to Danton.

“General, would you like some wine first?” she asked with a smile.

Danton stared at her with a lewd gaze, “I have had plenty of wine already…But sure. I will have some more.”

Janet glanced at Andre, who quickly brought over a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Janet opened the bottle of wine and filled the glass.

She was dragging the time on purpose.

It was not too late into the night yet. If she killed Danton now, there might be noises and the guards outside might be alerted.

She needed to wait until everyone got hammered and immersed themselves in the party.

“For you, General Danton.” she handed Danton one of the glasses with a smile. “It is my pleasure to be here tonight.”

Danton laughed, “You! I like you. You know what you are doing. You are respectful and docile. I like that in a woman.”

He grabbed Janet’s arm and pulled her close, forcing her to sit down closely by his side.

“Have you had a taste of man yet?” he asked her, grinning. His breath smelt like rotten fish.

Janet held her breath in fume. She could feel his hand traveling down her back, groping her butt, and it made her stomach swirl in disgust.

She would fucking chop that hand off later. She swore.

“No general, you are my first.” she smiled. “So please…take things gentle and slow. I don’t think I am ready yet.”

Danton’s breathing became rough. He buried his head in the hollow of her neck and took a deep breath of her scent, “Well…my pretty thing. I don’t normally have much patience with women. But for you, I can cut you some slacks. And I guarantee you…after this one night…you will never forget me. I am that good.”

He beamed jauntily.

Janet rolled her eyes internally.

But the good thing was that this pig was now too drunk to recognize her.

Danton leaned back on the couch and kicked his legs, “Where is my footstool?”

Footstool?

Janet looked around the room.

She didn’t see a footstool here.

“Right here father “Andre replied in a low voice

“Right here…father,” Andre replied in a low voice.

He walked over and knelt on the ground.

Under Janet’s astonished gaze, he got on his fours and offered his back for Danton to

rest his feet on.

Janet couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

She knew that Andre had a rough time around Danton… Yet the kind of humiliation exceeded her imagination.

Danton stretched his body a bit and kicked on Andre’s body, “Lower.”

Andre lowered his body in silence.

Janet looked at him. The kid had closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, and there was a deeply humiliated look on his face.

“Do you know who that is?” Danton pointed at Andre and asked Janet.

“…No sir. Your servant?”

Danton giggled, “Yeah, you can say that. And most importantly, the former King’s son! Can you believe it? The former King’s son as my fucking human footstool! If you stay with me, my pretty little thing, I will lend you my footstool once in a while. Pretty awesome, huh?”

Andre’s body trembled as though he couldn’t bear the shame.

“Steady! You fucking idiot!” Danton snarled.

Andre held his head down and steadied his body in silence.

Danton spat at him, “Useless piece of shit…Hey you!”

He beckoned the girl at the corner.

“What are you fucking doing there? Come and join the party!”

The girl quivered, moving away from Danton on her butt.

“No…no…” she cried in fear. “I don’t want to…”

“Fucking whore!”

Danton spat and gave a shove at Janet’s shoulder, “You go and drag her here!”

Janet stood up and walked to the girl. When she passed by the door, she strained her ears and listened to the outside noise.

Those yelling and laughing had quieted down. It sounded like people had all gone back to their tents to have fun.

It was high time she made a move.

Having made up her mind, Janet went up to the girl and crouched down until she met with her eye level.

“Hey, what is your name?” she asked the girl in a soft voice.

“D-Dora.”

“OK. Dora. Come and serve the general. You don’t want him to lose his temper,” she said with a smile.

Dora stared at her with teary eyes, looking reluctant.

Janet leaned close to Dora’s ears and whispered in a voice only audible to the two of them, “…Remember what I said to you earlier. Be brave.”

Dora held her breath. Hope ignited in her eyes.

Janet held her shoulder and helped her to stand up. This time Dora didn’t resist. She let Janet take her to Danton.

“…G–General,” Dora uttered nervously.

Danton huffed a sound, “What is that face for? Why? You don’t want to be here?”

“General, I-I have a fiancé…I am engaged…”

“Fuck your fiancé!” Danton snarled, “You have a chance to spend the night with the General! You will be a complete idiot not to take that chance!”

He leaned forward, grabbed Dora by her arm, and forced her to kneel down.

“Fuck off,” he kicked at Andre, who immediately staggered away.

Danton separated his legs and pulled Dora close, pressing her head to his crouch.

“Let me see a little effort,” he snorts.

Dora struggled with tears streaming down her cheeks. Yet her little resistance only further infuriated Danton.

“You whore…” he breathed heavily, taking one hand to unbuckle his pants. “Don’t you know how to suck a man’s dick?”

He gave a hard slap across Dora’s face.

Dora was pushed to her limit. With a sharp cry, she broke free from the ropes that tied her hands and gave a harsh punch to Danton’s stomach.

Danton was caught off guard. He bent down covering his stomach in pain and roared, “Fuck! Who the fuck untied your hands! Fuck!”

He jumped at Dora furiously, raising a fist up high in the air, and was ready to swing a punch at Dora’s face.

Dora covered her head with both of her hands, screaming in horror.

Danton had his whole mind focused on Dora and he didn’t notice what was

happening behind his back.

A cold blade was pressed against his throat the next second.

Danton froze.

His mind was blank for a second. A chill was sent down his body.

Then he heard a freezing cold voice coming from his back, “Let the girl leave.”

Danton gritted his teeth and slowly averted his head. He looked at Janet, who was holding a sharp blade against his neck.

“What the fuck…” he gritted.

Janet snorted and pulled down the veil, showing her face.

“It is good to see you, General Danton,” she said with an icy smile.

Danton took a sharp inhale of breath, his body trembling.

“Guards!” he suddenly started to roar, “Guards! There is an enemy here-”

Yet he didn’t get to finish.

Janet shoved her blade into his open mouth and cut his tongue off in one quick

move.