Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter 342: Prison Escape

Chapter 342: Prison Escape

Besides, even if she wanted to help them, Tracy knew she couldn’t do it. She didn’t have the time or the resources to take care of them. If she killed them all, then she had a sick feeling that the shifter council would hunt her down. These were the duties and responsibilities of the shifter council. There was little she could do about it without getting hunted by the shifters and the council. Unless she wanted to get caught and get burned at the stake—not like they would be able to catch her, but still, it was better to leave this task in the hands of that lycan alpha.

He would be able to do a much better job than she. These people just needed to wait for an hour at most, and after that, they would be fine. At least they would get their sweet release, the one they had been waiting for all along.

Tracy jogged past those glass cases and hurried out of the warehouse. The murky, rotten scent of blood and flesh disintegrated as she stepped into the clearing. Clean air hit her in the nose, and the stench slowly started to get cleansed. She raised her head and looked at the darkness in front of her. She needed to hurry. Inez must be waiting for them to rescue her.

Tracy hoped that Inez was alright and she hadn’t ended up getting involved with any other trouble. That girl always acted brave and put on a false bravado, but the truth was that she was scared of being locked up in small places. The place she was at the moment was right out of her nightmare. She hated being locked up and feared getting tormented. Both of the things were happening to her at the moment.

Well, there was nothing she could do other than get a move on. She had to get Inez out of that place. The only problem was the man who was guarding that building. That rotten fallen angel.

But for the time being, she had to get that lycan alpha out of the trouble. But how was she going to explain the entire fiasco? Including the witch who tore her soul into pieces and then possessed different bodies as vessels to let those pieces of soul get stronger. Like a parasite. From what she knew, shifters had never heard about Shardbinders.

She pursed her lips and rubbed the space between her brows, her gaze meeting with the shifter who had been tied and thrown to one side by her. Oh.

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the pain inflicted on her skin didn’t let her move, and even the slightest movement made her

away from their cell was a blessing. Controlling a shifter was, after all, much easier than

with nervousness as if she was worried that this was not going to

her consciousness fall back and allowed Nerina to take over. "Can you refill our jug? There is no water in

move forward, but his heart—his heart couldn’t help but yearn to do what the woman was asking him to do. His feet instinctively moved to the cell. "What?" he glanced at the jug and licked his lips, trying to

there was a heartbeat of hesitation. That was all Nerina needed; she pulled at her restraints and whispered softly, "It’s cracked, my lord. You can

jug. His gaze met with Nerina’s, who pitifully stared up at him; his heart swayed, and he walked to the station in the corridor before fetching a jug of water from it. Opening the door of the cell, he entered the dingy, small space, and that was all that Nerina needed. She turned her head and

as she slammed the chains on

"What—"

reached for the electric baton, but before he could even touch it,

an intensity that the man stopped. He froze, confusion flickering in his gaze as if his own body had