The 5-time Rejected Luna Queen
Chapter 32-1

Chapter 32-1

DEXTER:

Scarlett wasn’t done and although I had to desperately get back to the pack and handle some things, I still wanted to wait till she was done,

"I think I’ll take this for the memorial service, Dexter, what do you think?" She uttered, standing close to the mirror and staring at herself,

Scarlett was indeed beautiful with a very nice body shape and this was something I had always been secretly obsessed with whenever I looked at her, but something was different,

I knew deep down that I could no longer feel that attraction towards her, even when I stole glances at her,And she was certainly not as curvy as Amelia,

My mind drifted to the day I had watched Amelia from behind while she was in the kitchen and I chuckled just recalling that jealous look she had on her face that day,

"Do you not like it?" I heard Scarlett’s voice and fluttered my brows,

"What?"

"You just laughed at my outfit, Dexter, is it that bad?"

I arched my brows and shook my head in negation, "I wasn’t laughing at your outfit, Scarlett; I was only thinking about something else. It suits you perfectly, just like every other gown you selected. Come on, we have to go back home so you can get some rest." I uttered as I didn’t want Scarlett to think I was going back to the pack because of Amelia. I just couldn’t stop thinking about her,

"Okay, could you help me with the zip, no one’s here to do that."

I widened my eyes but began to walk towards her, and then I climbed the stool to be above her level,

"Take a deep breath in."

Once she took a deep breath in, I unzipped the dress down, reaching her lower waist before I halted with my fingers still stuck on the zip,

I swallowed a lump of saliva still staring at Scarlett as I couldn’t take my eyes off her body, especially her waist,

Without realizing I had been so lost staring at her, I heard Scarlett’s voice,

"Aren’t you going to pick up your call?"

I instantly let go of the zip and fluttered my brows before stepping down from the stool,

I tucked my hand into my pocket and immediately brought out my phone to see it was Amelia calling,

Why would she call me? This was the first. I answered the call and placed the phone close to my ear,

"Amelia?" I called when there was no response after a few seconds of answering the call,

"H.....he... help me... Dexter! P... Please I need....you." She uttered and I arched my brows,

"What? Are you okay? What’s wrong Amelia?" I questioned worriedly especially because I could feel fear in her voice when she spoke earlier,