Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter 193: The Truth About the Poisoning

"Why?" Inez heard Selene question. She, too, turned to look at Tracy, waiting for her to answer.

Tracy turned the piece of clothing inside out and showed the ripped threads that were falling apart. "See this? They are an inch away from tearing. Not to mention, the fabric is not good enough. Even if you mend them, the thread will pierce through the fabric, and it might tear from some other place, as it is too thin and old."

She paused and then said to Selene, "Where did you get this dress? Is it an old dress of yours?"

Though she asked that question, from the knowing glint in her eyes, Inez knew that the woman had long noticed what she did. The dresses were too old, which meant that Nyx had lied to Selene, for she had said that these dresses were from last season and she had not worn them much.

Selene’s eyes widened in surprise before the light in them dimmed a little more. A tight smile etched on her lips, and Selene nodded, "Yeah. It’s an old dress of mine."

It went without saying that the entire ride was rather quiet. Even Jules sensed that something was amiss, so she simply waved Inez back as they parted their ways and returned to the territory. Inez helped Selene back to her lodge, as the woman didn’t want Laxus to be around.

Inez had a sick suspicion that it was because of a certain chocolate and jealousy mixed, but she couldn’t tell that to the morbidly confused lycan who was still glaring at the front door.

"I thought she was my friend."

putting the bags down on the table, stiffened. She hoped it was not what she thought it was, but her hopes were doomed to be

her feet and hurried to Selene’s side. She

how she treated me, but I always — always—turned a blind eye to everything because she was the only one who had been kind to

had no idea how to deal with this sudden turn of events. What was she supposed to do? She didn’t know.

do

sob harder. "Calm down. It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.

that this is not my fault, but why did she have to—why did she do this to me? Is it fun? Giving fake sympathy to a little cripple? I

trying to do something else by getting close to you. Maybe

am not even worth giving fake sympathy to and can only be used

saw that the woman had started to cry even harder. "I think

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for the entire time while she sobbed. Once she stopped crying, Inez heaved a sigh of relief and went to the kitchen,

hand and said to her, "Here, wipe your face.

and then wiped her face with the warm towel. As she placed