A Beautiful Luna After Rejection Novel - Chapter 214

Chapter 214: The Battle With Joanna

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
It was hard to contain the bloodlust in my heart when I felt a small prick in my back. I looked back angrily and found the big guy I was looking for sticking a syringe into my back.

There was nothing wrong with my body, but his behavior made me feel offended.

The big guy looked at me with a horrified expression, and I reached out with my claws and grabbed the arm he used to stab me with the needle, then forcefully pulled it off him. He let out a loud, shrill scream, and I felt impatient, so I cut off his windpipe with my claws so that he couldn’t make another sound.

I looked at him coldly. With such a severe injury, even if he were a werewolf, it would be difficult for him to heal, but I didn’t care if he was dead or alive. They were here to sell she-wolves. They should have known that they would get what they deserved.

I fixed my eyes on Joanna. She was looking darkly at me.

I walked over slowly and decided to deal with my last opponent.

When I first met Joanna, I wanted to put my paw down her throat. It was interesting that Joanna had expressed the same opinion.

For some reason, neither of us had done that in the past, and this was the opportunity we had both been waiting for.

Joanna’s face broke into a smile that seemed bright but was actually sinister. “I guess I’ll have to get to know you myself.”

…..

I smiled back at her. I had never wanted to kill Joanna, but now she deserved to die, just like all the other werewolves in the warehouse.

In the corner, the she-wolves I had just rescued watched us. They still looked scared, but no one would take them away and sell them now, so they could watch Joanna and me.

Joanna and I stared at each other. I didn’t know where Michael was.

I had hoped that he would come to me soon, but now I didn’t. I was hoping he would be late, at least after my fight with Joanna.

I had just taken the lives of three werewolves who had disrespected me.

But I knew that my opponents were different.

I was a werewolf who had just become a royal Lycan and was less than twenty years old. Meanwhile, Joanna, who had been a royal Lycan since birth, was more familiar with the power and body of a royal Lycan than I was. She was probably about the same age as Michael, over 100 years old.

This not only meant that she was older than me but also more familiar with combat and experienced than me.

Not to mention, I had never received combat training in my life. Before high school, I was the skinny, helpless one in my class, and no one would team up with me in combat classes, so I was always left behind.

But I believed I had an advantage. My mate was Michael. He was the Lycan Prince of the royal family. His wolf was the legendary golden wolf. My wolf accepted his transformation. I could see that my wolf was different because of it.

Like now, I could feel the wind speed and direction in the air and the temperature and humidity. I could hear the heartbeats of everyone around me and judge the distance between them and me. Even after a few battles, my body was still full of energy.

My wolf and I were full of energy. We looked forward to pouring all our energy into this woman who had dared to take my mate and done so many unforgivable things. She had to pay for what she had done. No one could take my mate, not even the thought of it.

I saw that Joanna had also begun her werewolf transformation. She was much faster than I was and more skilled. The color of her wolf was very special. It was a silvery blue, like the stars, with a metallic texture, and her eyes were still the same sapphire color as Joanna’s.

We walked around. She looked at me with fierce eyes as if she was ready to attack at any moment.

I followed her movements and stared at her body to see if there were any weak points.

“Cecily, I didn’t want to kill you directly. If you obediently followed my arrangements, you might have lost your dignity, but you could live a little longer. It’s a pity that you don’t want this opportunity.”

Joanna’s tone was filled with regret. “I can only send you here. You will slowly feel the feeling of blood flowing out of your body. Then, you will beg the Moon Goddess to let you see Michael one last time, but you will never see him again.”

“Stop with the nonsense,” I interrupted her impatiently.

I was already fed up with all of Joanna’s nonsense. Every word she said was an attempt to shake my heart.