Novel Square
Chapter 147
Chapter 147
Daran’s roar made everyone quiver in their spots.
But not Westin.
Instead, he replied calmly in a provoking sort of way:
“You heard me already. I am her mate.”
“BULLSHIT! I am-”
“Yeah, you WERE her mate. But not anymore.” Westin sneered. “You rejected her for another woman,
didn’t you? Even a rogue like me knew about that. Does it surprise you that she finds her second
chance mate now?”
Daran glared at Westin in silence. He was like a volcano, ready to erupt at any second.
After a long pause, he turned to Janet.
“Was it true?” he asked word by word.
Janet frowned. She was on full alert, afraid that anything she said would trigger Daran’s rage and
cause him to attack all of them again.
Just then, Morgana spoke up for her, “It is true! Janet just found him today! Why are
you acting like a big–o saint all of a sudden? We saw you with other women! If you have moved on, so
can Janet-”
And that was the final straw.
Without warning, Daran lunged forward, his fist connecting with Westin’s jaw. Westin was sent
staggering back, his face contorted in pain.
“…Violence?”
Westin wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and glared back at Daran, his eyes filled with rage.
“If that is the best you can do, no matter if Janet grows tired of you.”
He charged forward abruptly, his own fist aimed at Daran’s face.
The two men grappled with each other, their punches flying back and forth. The air was filled with the
sounds of their grunts and the thud of their fists connecting with flesh.
They were evenly matched, both strong and determined.
None of them even had the time and mind to shift into their wolves.
Both fueled by anger and jealousy, they fought brutally, determined to kill each. other on the spot.
“Fuck,” Janet cursed.
She wanted to break their fight. But it was too brutal. She couldn’t do it, not without her wolf.
“Let us go.” Morgana took her hand and whispered into her ears urgently, “Let Westin handle this. Let
us take this chance and run!”
Yet they didn’t make it to the courtyard’s entrance before hearing a furious growl from behind.
Daran shoved Westin aside and rushed at them again.
He snatched Janet’s hand back and held her tightly in his arms. Blood dripped down from his face, his
own blood. He got injured in the fight earlier.
“…Stay,” he said hoarsely, half–pleading, half–demanding. “You don’t have an option.”
Janet stared at him coldly.
She could hear the sound of heavy boots approaching. The soldiers were coming. They were trapped
again.
The chance was gone.
She raised her hand and slapped harshly across Daran’s face.
SLAP!
“You are a fucking jerk,” she snapped.
Daran’s jaw moved, and his face darkened, but he didn’t say anything or strike back.
The soldiers poured into the courtyard, surrounding them in the middle.
“Morgana.”
With Janet in his arms, Daran turned to look at Morgana, his eyes ice cold.
“That man is your soldier. What do you plan to do?”
Westin had pulled himself up from the ground, his face covered in blood and bruises as well
Morgana kept Westin behind her back and raised his chin, “Westin did nothing wrong. You can’t punish
a soldier for nothing.”
“He fucking tried to help you two escape!” Daran said grimly. “I wouldn’t call it nothing.”
“That order comes from me! You will have to punish me first!”
Daran let out a cold sneer. Just when he was about to give the order to take down Morgana and
Westin, Janet spoke up beside him:
“Daran. Don’t make me hate you even more.”
Daran’s chest rose and fell.
He gave Janet a dark look.
“Fine.” he gritted, “Back to the palace.”
He stuck out a hand to take Janet’s hand. But she avoided him coldly.
“I can walk by myself,” she said.
She puffed her chest and walked straight past by Daran, without casting him a single look anymore.
Janet thought Daran would take her back to the dungeon and lock her up again.
Vet instead be
Yet instead, he took her to their suite, the room they stayed in when they first arrived at the Grace Ruin.
Janet stepped into the room and felt a wave of strong emotions washing over her.
This room carried so many memories.
They used to stay in this room all night discussing tactics against Lance and cuddling to sleep on the
couch.
They were surrounded by so many dangers before. But at least their hearts were close to one another.
Yet now, everything had changed.
“Leave us,” Daran said.
The soldiers bowed and backed out of the room.
Jane turned around to face him, a sarcastic smile on her face.
“They really treat you as the big boss. Seems that you already have Lance wrapped around your finger.
Congratulations,” she mocked.
“I have my reason,” Daran said coldly.
Janet rolled her eyes.
She was getting tired of him saying that.
Her disdainful face enraged him. He strode up to her and grabbed her chin forcefully with one hand.
“You never give me a chance to explain,” he gritted.
Janet snorted, “I stayed in a fucking dungeon for almost a week, and you didn’t show up. Morgana
brought me to the nightclub to confront you and the only thing I saw was you groping a striper. So if you
still think that you haven’t been given a chance to explain, fine, fire away now.
“Lance said something to me in the forest. Before I kill him.
“You mean your new boss?”
Daran ignored her sarcastic tone and continued, “Killing him doesn’t solve our problem. Even if he dies,
another Rogue King will appear, probably someone even worse. The war won’t stop. They will tramp
our border again.”
“But you don’t know for sure!” Janet cried, “Maybe someone better will take over, someone better,
someone decent…like Morgana or Kass!”
“The rogues will never pledge their loyalty to a soft soul. The Rogue King is always someone cold,
cruel, and ambitious.”
Janet’s chest rose and fell rapidly in anger.
And she taunted, “Someone cold, cruel, ambitious….Are you talking about yourself?” Daran’s face
darkened instantly.
“OK! I can see what is happening here.”
Janet slapped his hand away and glared at him.
“You believe that by becoming The King, you can make all the rogues submit Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.
themselves to you. You will be the one uniting the two worlds. Hence solving the problem is one thing
for all. Is that right?”
Daran looked straight into her eyes, “That is right.”
“But you are not in this for the peace, Daran! You are just power–fueled! You said that you didn’t want a
monster to be the Rogue King…But look at yourself! You are becoming that cold and cruel monster that
we are all afraid of!”
Daran snarled, “Is that how you fucking think of me? A fucking monster?!”
“You almost shot that girl in the nightclub!”
“A necessary sacrifice!”
A creeping chill was sent down Janet’s spine.
…A necessary sacrifice.
He was willing to kill anyone who stood in his way.
First, it was just a random girl in the nightclub; then it would be Morgana, or Kass, or Casper…
Eventually, it would be her.
She meant nothing to Daran compared to his ambition.
After a long pause, Janet said in a hoarse voice, “…Did Lance say anything about how. to make you
The King?”
“Fine.”
Janet nodded.
“Go be friends with Lance. Do what you have to do. Go be a fucking brutal monster. I don’t care
anymore.”
A flash of anger flickered across Daran’s eyes.
She didn’t have that plan.
But now she would say anything to piss Daran off.
He bent down and caught her lips, silencing her forcefully.
His lips were hot and slightly trembling. Janet bit on his tongue hard but he didn’t let go. She could
taste his blood.
He kissed her with his whole might till she almost passed out due to the lack of air.
Then he pulled away from her and rubbed her chapped lips with his thumb.
“You are not going anywhere.”
Daran said in a low voice, like the whisper of a devil.
“You won’t be able to see Westin. Not anyone else. From now on, you just stay in
this room.”
Janet rounded her eyes in shock… Was he going to lock and imprison her?!
Yet before she could shout out her objection, Daran turned and strode out of the
room.
The door shut with a loud bang, locking her inside.