Chapter 28: Chapter 28

[Margaret’s POV]

An urge rose in me. I wanted to tell him about Armstrong. I thought I needed to tell him about my past. Before, I always thought our relationship wasn’t at that stage, but now I thought it was.

Donald was my mate. He had a right to know this.

What I liked and disliked, what I hated and loved. My past should be open to him. My future should have his involvement.

“Actually, I have something else to tell you.”

I looked at Donald and suddenly lost the courage to say anything.

Donald saw my dilemma and reassured me, “It’s okay, Margaret. You don’t have to be so anxious.”

Donald pondered for a moment, as if he was thinking about what to say. “We can all take our time. In the future, we’ll be together all the time and will have a lot of time to understand each other. It doesn’t matter what you want to say. I can wait until you have no qualms about saying it.”

Donald was always so thoughtful, but I didn’t want to give up this opportunity.

“I wanted to tell you.”

Donald waited quietly.

But I still did not know how to start.

‘I want to tell you about my ex?’ That would be silly.

‘Did Armstrong say this afternoon that he still likes me?’ I’d be crazy to say this to Donald.

‘I don’t like you letting people follow me?’ What’s this!

Unconsciously, I twined my fingers. This was easy whenever I was nervous.

“Why don’t we play a game,” Donald said suddenly.

“What?”

“Each of us will say something that the other party doesn’t know. If the other party already knows about it, he will be punished.”

Donald glanced suggestively at a few parts of my body, and I knew what he meant. When he was with me, he seemed to have improper thoughts about me, and I enjoyed it. It was satisfying to be able to get on the Lycan King’s nerves all the time.

“Alright, I’ll go first. I’m very good at math. I get an A+ on every test in school.”

I saw a hint of pride in Donald’s appreciative gaze.

“I became the Lycan King when I was 17.”

At the age of 17, I was shocked. Werewolves underwent an adult ceremony at the age of 18—Werewolf Awakening. After the awakening, the entire body of a werewolf would be strengthened. Only then would they be considered a complete werewolf and be recognized by the adult world. Previously, they were treated like children.

“Because I beat all my competitors at seventeen, including adult werewolves.”

Donald sounded smug. “I guess I said two things. Your turn.”

“On my 17th birthday, someone made a cake out of my face and I cried in the bathroom alone,” I admitted, feeling a little embarrassed. I felt like I was inferior to Donald.

“Why?”

“Well, Elizabeth and I were born on the same day, so that day was our birthday. Someone disliked Elizabeth and came to bully me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright.” I looked up and smiled at the Lycan King. “It was all in the past.”

Donald looked pained. “I wish I was with you then.”

I laughed out loud. “If I had the young Lycan King back then, no one would dare to bully me.”

I couldn’t help but imagine the 17-year-old Donald. He must be indescribably noble and smart.

Donald scratched my nose. “Stupid. When you were 17, I was already Lycan King for a long time. I was an adult.”

“Yeah.”

“Is there anything else I don’t know about you?”

“My wolf is named Betty. She was particularly excited to see you the first time. She almost wanted to pounce on you and mate with your wolf.”

I thought back to our first meeting. It still felt sweet.

“What about you?”

Donald looked down at me.

“Me? Didn’t I already pounce on you” I deliberately avoided the topic.

“Don’t play dumb, you sly little she-wolf.”

“It’s your turn. It’s your turn!” I changed the topic. “How did your wolf react?”

“Wolf? He was talking about dragging you back and locking you up so he could be with you day and night.”

“Your wolf’s name is Wolf?” I grinned like a fool. “That’s a strange name. A wolf’s name is Wolf. It’s like your name is Wolf King.”

“He told me his name. He said he was the one and only.”

I found Donald particularly charming when he said this.

“You’re unique to me too.”

Before I knew it, we had arrived at a relatively quiet meadow.

This place was deserted, and the weeds had grown tall because no one was taking care of them. This was usually a place for couples to date. I’d seen people fooling around here more than once.

This scene was really suitable for something to happen.