Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338: Morga (II)

"Tristana." The young woman snarled, and Tracy winked at her. "At your service."

She stepped forward, her face devoid of any emotion, and as she did that, the flames burning inside the labyrinth started to cast shadows on her pulsing veins that could be seen through her pale skin. She raised her hand, and countless blood serpents appeared out of thin air. They rose in the air and lashed at Tracy, hurtling towards her like a swarm of bloodthirsty monsters.

Tracy knew that one bite of these snakes could land her in serious trouble. Having faced them more than once.

However, she was not afraid. She raised her hand and, with a lazy flick of her wrist, she sent a pulsating bolt of lightning throughout the space. The blood serpents turned into drops of blood and dripped down onto the floor like blood rain.

"It seems like you have forgotten all your lessons on how to greet your seniors." Tracy tilted her head to one side and smiled at the woman. "How many times did I tell you that you at least need to greet me whenever you see me? Or have aeons of worship from these mundane shifters inflated your head?"

She glanced at the mutilated corpses and questioned, "How many centuries has it been since you started this foolish experiment of yours?"

"You are one interfering bitch," snapped Morga. Her voice was harsh and cold, not at all suitable for that cute face that she had donned at the moment. Hissing and spiteful, quite ancient, like the voices in the pits that told you to jump and let them feast on your soul. Despite all of that, Tracy didn’t bat an eye while staring at the woman. "How did you get past those shifters? I swear I—"

"Gave them immortality?" Tracy sneered, walking around the runes that were scattered all over the floor. "What? Did you think that by giving them immortality, you had made them resistant to my magic as well? Come on, Morga. You are not a three-year-old; how can you be so childishly optimistic?"

The woman snarled, and her sclera turned black with crimson irises that started to swirl like liquid. Her fanged fingers twitched as she tried to attempt another spell, but before she could finish drawing the array, Tracy curled her lips and muttered a spell. The ground around the woman cracked due to the sheer weight of the gravity that had been amplified a thousand times.

Rubble and stones flew all over the place as the woman ended up flattened on the floor like a pancake.

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