Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter 349: Boo--

The man blinked up at her like she had asked him a question related to the philosophy of life. Or maybe he thought that she was just playing hardcore because no one would take a woman with pink hair and a matching pink dress seriously. She shouldn’t have dyed her hair cotton candy pink. She shouldn’t have done that at all.

"There were two women in that prison," the man tilted his head. He spoke in a slow drawl as if speaking was putting his health bar at risk. Fine, she admitted that the man was old, and from the many, many countless scars on his face and body, he must have been locked up in here for a long time, but couldn’t this man speak like any other normal person? Why was he lagging like the television of the eighties?

"Are you looking for those two women who ran away?" Another man adjacent to the cell spoke up.

"Ran away? They ran away? Are you sure about that, or are you mistaking them for someone else?" Tracy questioned sharply. Inez was such a sweet soul; it was nearly impossible for her to break free from the prison. She couldn’t imagine the sweet and silly Inez breaking free from the prison and killing a guard in tow. Of course, Scarlet was with her, so they could never be sure of what went down.

"Of course they did. I saw them run." Another man clicked his tongue and sighed heavily. "They are one lucky bitches. The guard fell right into their trap. I have been trying to do the same, but nope. Guess it all comes down to having a pretty face." The man sounded quite annoyed with the very fact that he was not a woman.

"Thanks for the info." The old man was of no help, but the other two certainly were. Envy had always been the one leading and making the world go on and on. As long as jealousy and envy were there, you could never make someone shut their damn mouths. But then again, it was useful sometimes, so you could never hear her complaining.

There was another buzzing notification, and Tracy looked down at her wristwatch. This time around, the one who was texting her was the lycan heir.

[Killian: We are almost there.]

[Tracy: There is no point coming here. Inez is on the run, and so is her sister.]

[Killian: .... What?]

See? She was not the only one finding it hard to believe that Inez had not only escaped the prison but also was on the run now. She was so sweet and cuddly that it was hard to imagine that she could even commit such a deed. Believing it was equivalent to believing that a rabbit had set the world on fire. Not that it hadn’t been done before; it was just too hard to believe.

[Tracy: The two of them are on the run. So you’d better find them down before the guards do.]

she was going to do it as well, but there was always a

am sending Finn. He—believes that splitting up and

there is no

He is

out a groan, annoyed that the lycan heir was raining on her parade, but then again, the man had never been one to listen to a thing that others were telling

muscles. Raising her head, her eyes met with Finn’s, who was smiling at her in that gentlemanly sort of way. Just what she needed. Two people who had nothing to offer and yet they were somehow trying to manage the situation. It was going to be such a clusterfuck

she spoke in a voice as dry as

shoved his phone inside the pocket of his trousers.

She shook her head and walked past Finn, trying to trace the bare minimum amount

her scent," offered Finn, but in response, Tracy simply scoffed and said, "You can try, and we will see if you

took a sniff of the air. Two seconds later, the frown deepened even further. "What

at the man before saying to him, "It’s not

her presence and scent from the prison...like she

as confused as she was, and Tracy didn’t blame him. She understood how annoying it felt when you were closer to the

flow of the aether. It was subtle. The energy shimmered like countless shimmering stars in the air. They were too refined, too in line and too determined. There was only one single dotted line that was uneven, but it was weak. So weak that it might

catastrophe. Someone who just

at her. "Can

uneven dotted line, making sure

"That motherfucking bitch."

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he even here, and that too at this hour?" Mister Jones questioned his beta angrily. He looked really

nervous and said, "He