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Chatper 109
Chatper 109
Chapter 109
Janet stood reluctantly by the door, keeping her guard up.
Just then, Daran stood up from his seat. He was sitting at the opposite end of the long table facing
Lance.
He held out his hand to Janet with a warm smile.
Janet’s heart was immediately set at ease. She walked up to Daran and took her seat next to him,
holding hands with him under the tablecloth.
“Fabulous.”
Lance clapped, grinning widely.
“Guys, as you can see, we have two special guests here with us today. And I don’t think you need me
to introduce them. You all know who they are.”
The room lapsed into a deathly silence.
Nobody said anything. But they were all glaring at Janet and Daran hostilely.
“My King!”
A lanky man shot up from his seat. He was a bony middle-aged man with a horse face. His greasy
black hair was worn to the back, revealing his sullen, dark eyes. The man said in a booming voice, “My
King, I am just going to speak out for everybody here. These two people are not welcome! They are our
enemies! And I certainly don’t understand why you are serving them with nice wine and good food!”
Many echoed him with low mutterings.
Lance smiled idly, “Alpha Daran, meet my Great General, Danton. And his foster son, Andre.”
A roughly 18-year-old boy was sitting next to Danton, sipping from his glass of wine. He looked bored
and was probably the only person in this room who paid no attention to Daran and Janet.
“No need to introduce us. I know him,” Daran said icily. “We crossed paths a few times on the
battlefield. He lost many of his men to me. Hey Danton, do you still have enough men left to form a
decent army?”
Danton looked infuriated.
He slammed the table and barked at Daran, “Don’t be so cocky Daran. You are in our
hands now! I can fucking torture you, or skin you alive whenever I want. My bedroom is in need of a
new wolf carpet!”
Daran let out a cold sneer. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
“Ambitious,” Daran said freezingly. “But I am not sure if your competence can live up to your ambition.
Don’t we have a try here? One-on-one. Just you and me.”
Danton’s body quivered slightly.
“O-One on one?” he gulped.
“Yes. One-on-one. Right here, right now,” Daran brought his hands together and his knuckles cracked.
“Bring it up, Danton.”
Danton took an involuntary step back and he bumped against his chair, causing his chair to make a
scratchy noise against the floor.
“I-I don’t need to fight you myself!”
Danton cried, pretending to be brave.
“You are surrounded by our soldiers now. One word and I can have thrown into the dungeon-”
“Don’t need to? Or are you just too afraid?” Janet snickered.
Danton glared at the two of them.
He looked as though he was going to explode out of rage and embarrassment. “OK. That is enough.”
Lance clattered his fork against the glass, bringing the whole room back to silence.
“Nobody is fighting anyone. Alpha Daran and Gamma Janet are our guests. I want everyone to treat
them nicely. This is an order, and it is final,” Lance said with a forceful tone.
Morgana was sitting on the right side of Lance.
She coiled a lock of her red hair around her index finger and smiled, “And we are not
even allowed to ask the reason for it?”
Lance caught her hand and kissed her fingers, “I will answer all other questions that you have. But not
this one, darling, no.”
Morgana giggled and shrugged about it.
“But we demand to know why,” Janet said abruptly.
She looked around the room. Eventually, her gaze fixed upon Lance’s face.
“I think you are up to something evil here, Lance.” she said coldly, “But I suggest you give up on that
already. Because there is a great chance that we will manage to have you killed before you succeed in
whatever evil things that you are planning.” “My king!” Danton gasped, “You heard them! They are
threatening to kill you! Are you still going to allow them to sit here?”
A panic whisper swept across the banquet hall.
Yet the smile on Lance’s face remained unchanged.
“Gamma Janet, why do you always have to think of me as a bad person?” Lance sighed, “Can’t I just
want to be friends with you?”
“You are a fucking murderer who killed my friends! We can never be friends,” Janet hissed.
She picked up her knife from the table, holding it up.
People winced away in panic seeing her do that.
“We don’t know what kind of a freak show that you have going on here. But eventually, we will find a
way to kill you.”
Janet pointed the knife at Lance, her voice freezing cold.
“Even if we can’t kill you, we already know where your headquarters is at. We will
bring an army here and slaughter anyone who dares to stand in our way. By the time
all of your men are down, can you still call yourself King?”
A few people jumped from their seats, rattled.
“King! We should stop them now before they hand our location to others!” one man
cried.
Lance waved his hand. He still looked calm and unwavering.
“Don’t panic,” Lance smiled. “Gamma Janet and Alpha Daran won’t be able to leave this city.
“Oh yeah?”
Janet sneered.
“I would love to see you try and stop us.
Lance spread his hands, looking very delighted.
“The point is…” he beamed, “I don’t need to stop you. You just can’t.”
Janet’s heart skipped a beat.
What did that mean?
Was Lance saying that they couldn’t get out of the Grace Ruin even if they wanted to?
And why was that?
Were there some strong soldiers guarding the gates?
“And I think you have also noticed that you can’t shift ever since you arrived at my territory.”
“What did you do!” Janet snapped.
With a pleasant smile on his face, Lance asked idly, “Remember the snacks that Angelina gave to you
before you left Crimson Fortress?”
Janet widened her eyes in shock.
Yes.
She did remember that box of snacks.
They trusted Angelina so much that they didn’t double-check those snacks before eating them.
But now she knew that Harper was working with Lance. And Harper was always around Angelina’s
side. It would be very easy for Harper to get her hands on those snacks.
“W-What did you put into our snacks?” she asked hoarsely.
Lance raised his glass as though he was toasting to Janet.
“Rogue’s blood,” he said.
Janet and Daran exchanged a brief look with each other.
“What can it do?” Daran asked darkly.
“Oh, a lot of things,” Lance smiled. “Your Alpha bloodline can empower you and
give you an Alpha aura. Our Rogue’s blood has certain powers too. With our blood in your system, you
can’t leave this city without my permission…and neither can you shift.”
Janet glowered at this cunning bastard.
He clapped his hands.
The banquet hall’s door swung open, and a gigantic cage was brought into the room.
Janet widened her eyes in shock looking at this cage.
A few people were locked inside. 6 men and a young woman.
Those men were apparently rogues. And that woman looked like a civilian that they caught beyond the
border.
It was a bloody hunt show!
“What the fuck are you doing!” Janet snarled furiously.
“I say 10 minutes!” Danton cried.
“5!” said another rogue.
Janet was so angry that her body was shaking violently. She dashed forward and tried to pull the
cage’s door open. But it was secured by a huge lock.
“Give it up, Janet!” Lance said loudly, “Only I have the key.”
The young woman wailed, reaching her hand out of the cage, crying for help.
A rogue had already caught her shoulder.
Right at this second, a dining knife flew through the air and struck the rogue’s temple directly. His head
exploded like a watermelon, blood gushing out.
Daran lowered the hand that just darted out that knife, his face icy cold.
“Back the fuck away from her,” he hissed.