A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 242 - Collecting The Spoils Of War

Chapter 242: Collecting The Spoils Of War

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

I patted her back and said, “I’m fine. Aren’t you still in the exam period? Why are you here at this time?”

“What are you saying?” Sasha let go of me and said, “How could I not come over after knowing what happened to you? It’s too scary. If anything happens to you...”

Sasha cast a glance at Michael and lowered her voice slightly. “We still don’t know what terrifying things that irascible guy will do.”

With the royal Lycan’s hearing, this low volume was nothing. The three of us heard it.

I followed Sasha and glanced at Michael. I saw Michael’s nonchalant expression. I didn’t know if it was just my imagination, but I felt his temper improve after he marked me.

“I thought you were worried about me,” I teased. “So you’re afraid that someone will go crazy.”

“I’m worried about you, of course.” Sasha looked at me from head to toe, and the smile on her face started to disappear. “If I had known she would do such a thing, I would have kicked her out on the first day she came in. No one knows what a mate means to a werewolf, not to mention we’re royal Lycan. She’s really crazy.”

I raised my eyebrows. I knew what kind of person Joanna was from the first day I met her, but I didn’t expect her to be so vicious.

“Did you come here to see her?” I asked.

Sasha’s eyes darkened, and her tone was filled with unwillingness and anger. “Yes, I wanted to know if she has repented for what she has done, but she was only defending herself. I feel sad about my trust in her in the past. I thought she was a good person.”

Sasha turned to look at me guiltily. “Cecily, I’m sorry. I wanted you two to be friends, but I’m not on her side...”

“It’s alright,” I said, waving my hand. “It’s all her fault.”

Of course, I wouldn’t blame Sasha for this. Everyone, including Michael, had been deceived by Joanna. I knew Joanna’s nature because of her connection with my mate. None of us needed to punish ourselves for the mistakes of others.

I looked at the entrance of the hole. Thinking that Joanna was locked inside, I couldn’t help but feel my teeth grind.

I swore to let everyone see the true face of Joanna, and I’d done it.

The one who laughed last was the winner. I was going to collect my spoils now.

Michael put his hand on my shoulder. I looked back at him, and he gave me a questioning look. I knew he felt my emotional fluctuation.

In that instant, that bloodthirsty impulse lingered in my mind. I wanted to bite into Joanna’s throat. Mia was eager to come out and fight because she had completely stopped breathing under my hands.

I took a deep breath and nodded slightly to Michael. The concern from my mate suppressed the anger in my heart.

“Let’s go in and take a look.” I lowered my head and said to Michael.

The environment in prison was very dark, with a damp and unpleasant smell of the underground.

We didn’t walk far before we saw many cells separated by iron bars, and each cell had several people locked inside. From their auras, I could tell that they were all werewolves. They had been locked up here for a long time. Everyone’s face was dull, and their skin had turned pale because they had not been exposed to sunlight for a long time.

When they saw us come in, most of them didn’t have any expression on their faces, as if they didn’t have any attachment to life. Only a few would stand up shakily and observe us from behind bars. These people’s faces were usually redder, with some anger in their eyes.

I tried to ignore the terrible scenes on both sides. Their sunken cheekbones were not a beautiful picture. Michael stood by my side and growled at every werewolf on both sides who looked at me.

As they walked further in, the air became even more humid, but the stench of people had dissipated a lot, turning into a kind of death that was not dark.

I noticed that the number of people in the surrounding cells had decreased a lot, but the eyes of the people locked inside seemed more fierce. Even though weak, they would bare their teeth and show us a vigilant look when Michael and I passed by.

I could already feel Joanna’s annoying aura getting closer.

Finally, I saw her in one of the cells. She occupied the entire cell alone, but her hands and feet were locked.

She was sitting on the ground with her hair and face in a mess. She had completely lost her noble air when I first met her. Joanna’s sapphire-like eyes were covered with haze because of this environment. She looked very much like a defeated opponent.