Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter 337: Morga (I)

Tracy stared at the atrocities in front of her. The sight alone would have made even the blood of the gods and the goddesses curdle. Humans called this research, while the witches called it revolution. But her? She called it madness. The same madness that had been carried on and on for centuries, without stopping. Centuries of this stupidity, and yet Tracy had a very good hunch that this was not going to stop. Maybe if the goddess of magic had learned her lesson and realized that there was no point in manufacturing any more of these witches with a screw loose in their heads.

Honestly, how many times had she told that woman to take a closer look at the mess her children had made in this world?

"Like a gazillion times already," muttered the white owl.

Yup, she did and look where it has brought her. The development was insane. Catch on to the sarcasm here, okay?

The creature, most likely a poor soul from a rather twisted experiment, turned his head and looked at her. His eyes were filled with silent pleading as he hoped for freedom. Staring at Tracy, he silently begged her to release him from his agony.

Please.

even though she hardly ever used that tone on anyone. "Don’t worry; I will free

to do for them. She was no goddess, and even if she wished to

this was not the first example of

continuing deeper into the underground labyrinth. Her heart felt heavy as she ignored the mutilated bodies that either had two heads or furry bodies with several human hands. Just what did that idiot do here? Was she really hell-bent

has to be

Her eyes flickered from one opening to another as she raised her hand and summoned a flicker of purple lightning. The sharp current flickered before catching the pulse of a familiar magic that made goosebumps break all over her

swift left, she entered the dungeon that was at the far end of the hollow,

disappeared, and in place of it, the curved and arched wall of this underground corridor was now covered with marble. Sigils drawn from blood were scattered all over the place. Ancient yet not what they were taught when they were young. Someone had experimented on them, and they had done

an empath. She couldn’t even see through the pain that she had caused to her own loved ones, much less care about those who had no relation to her. Obsessed and chaotic. She had always been a headache since

sighed, wondering where she had gone wrong with this woman, but then again, some

The entire doorway crashed and fell to the ground, reduced to nothing but scraps.