Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter 192: Cannot Be Mended

"Why are you helping me?" Inez asked when she saw that the woman had started pulling the gowns out of the glass cases.

Tracy paused upon hearing her question. She turned and looked at Inez before saying to her, "Well, let’s say... There was a time when one of my friends asked me to help him, but I refused because I feared getting involved with him. You remind me of that friend a little."

Was she talking about her father? Thought Inez, but then she took a look at how young Tracy looked, and she shook her head. There was no way Tracy was involved with her father, given how she looked like she was of the same age as her.

"What happened to him?" Inez asked in a soft whisper.

"Hmmm?" Tracy turned around as she took off the pink gown that was worn by the mannequin. "I am not sure; maybe he passed away, or maybe he vanished without letting anyone know where he went. I only saw him when he came to ask for my help, and ever since then, I haven’t heard anything from him."

"I am sorry." Given that the man never returned, there was a good chance that he was dead.

Tracy laughed upon hearing her remark. "Don’t be. That man is alive—if he were dead, then I would have known."

"So you are helping me just because of this reason?" Inez asked. Something about the woman’s kindness troubled her, but it didn’t feel malevolent, like the woman was trying to harm her. This was kind of weird because after she ran away from the Venus pack, Inez had never stopped doubting others. She was wary of them at all turns and twists.

Not unless they prove to her that they could be trusted.

and yet

few times with my mother, and there I met with Selene. Before she was poisoned, she was quite a fascinating

paused and turned to look at Inez. "You can say that I am quite a

saying that she saved Selene, but the truth was that it was Selene who had held herself together in the

gown to Inez. "Try this first; let’s

to the dressing room, where she changed into

woman pushed her inside without even taking a look. "No, this is

"Not this one either."

one doesn’t look

this doesn’t go well with your

eyes—it doesn’t suit your

she had changed before the woman finally handed her a blue gown. It was a beautiful dress with royal blue fabric; its skirt with pleats was blue on the side, while white lacy fabric adorned the middle. Artificial jewels decorated the bottom of the skirt and waist. As well as the right side of the off-shoulder

in this gown as well, because if Tracy did that, then she was going to barge right the fuck out of the dressing room; she was getting tired

admiring her work that she had created with her own hands. "Let me see where

jewels on the dress shimmered under the light. It was quite a sight to behold. As the jewels glimmered with all the colours of the

look at the woman who handed the gown to her after packing it, she said to Tracy, "Thank you.