[Margaretâs Perspective]
Donald said, âMargaret, letâs just let bygones be bygones, okay? You donât have to apologize for what happened. As long as the two of us are here, thatâs all that matters.â
I felt my heart beating faster. This was even more exciting than when I heard him say that he wanted to mark me this morning. Although I had set my heart on Donald and decided to give him full authority over me at that moment, that feeling couldnât compare to what I felt now. I knew now that we were kindred spirits.
Donald continued, âSo, Iâve thought about it. You really need to have the ability to protect yourself. After you recover from your injuries, you can go to your packâs normal training, but thereâs only one thing. You have to be careful.â
I couldnât believe what my ears were hearing.
Donald actually agreed to let me participate in the training after I sneaked into the forest. I was even prepared to be locked in the house by him. Although I didnât know how long I would last in that sealed room, at least I had the mental fortitude to do so.
Donald looked at my expression and sighed. âThatâs what youâve always wanted, isnât it? Iâll try to listen to your thoughts more in the future, but you have to do what you said. Youâre not allowed to do anything dangerous in secret anymore. You have to communicate with me more. If you want to know anything, you can ask me. Iâll tell you anything I can, okay?â
Hearing Donaldâs words, I felt my eyes water.
I had always known that Donald was the Lycan King. Due to his status and the power he held, he must have always been high and mighty.
It was precisely because of this that I had never thought of changing Donaldâs mind. He was the decision maker and the person everyone relied on. If he couldnât make a timely judgment at a critical moment, many people would suffer.
That was why I always hid my thoughts from him. I instinctively thought that Donald would not agree or compromise. The outcome of every previous dispute was that Donald would give the orders and I would make adjustments to accommodate him.
I thought that this was the only way we could get along. But Donald made a concession for me now. I really realized that I was the one who belonged to him. My influence on Donald was stronger than I imagined.
We cuddled together for a while longer. Without saying too much, we both enjoyed the quiet time.
When Donald had no choice but to leave, he stood up. I let go of him, my eyes still focused on him.
âWait for me to come back tonight,â Donald said.
I nodded and watched him leave.
[Elizabethâs Perspective]
When I saw Armstrong in Anthonyâs ward, I realized that I hadnât seen him in days.
After returning from the forest that day, he had been sleeping in the office while I lived alone in the empty house. In the past, our house had housed four people, my parents, Margaret, and me, but now I was the only one left.
Fortunately, Anthony would visit me often. I couldnât help but hang out with him for comfort because I didnât know what else I could do.
My senses as Armstrongâs mate made me take an involuntary step in his direction the moment I saw him again. His scent would always be attractive to me.
I could feel his tired spirit. I wanted to go and take his hand and stand with him. I still missed Armstrong after not seeing him for so long. My heart was racing because of him. This was something Anthony couldnât give me, even if he was good to me.
However, I quickly noticed that Armstrongâs gaze was not on me. The first person he looked at was Margaret, even though she was already standing so obviously beside the Lycan King.
I tried to ignore the small discomfort I felt. I turned my steps and walked in the direction of Anthonyâs bed.
No one in this room noticed me at all, and no one cared about Anthony.
Anthony looked a little pale in bed, but overall he didnât look too bad.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
I sat down beside him and listened to Armstrong tell the Lycan King about Anthonyâs condition. I was secretly relieved to hear that Anthonyâs injuries were not serious.
I didnât want to think about who I could rely on if something happened to Anthony. Did I have to do everything on my own? No kidding.
Armstrong obviously didnât care about me. Our Mate relationship was in jeopardy.
Mates were sensitive to each otherâs states. Just as I could sense his exhaustion, he must be able to sense my uneasiness. We could soothe each other down with simple contact. However, Armstrong was unwilling to do so.
He kept his attention on Margaret. Weâd been in this ward for so long, but he hadnât taken a good look at me. I kept my eyes on Anthonyâs face and blinked hard, trying to hold back the tears that were about to fall. I didnât dare look back. The slightest movement would make me lose control of myself.