Chapter 35: Chapter 35

[Margaret’s Perspective]

I realized that this might be the first real argument between Donald and me.

At such a critical moment, I could not believe that Donald actually wanted me to leave this place. This was my home. I was born and raised here. The people of the Silver Moon Tribe were like my family. What was the difference between me leaving now and being a traitor?

Donald wanted to protect me too much, but he should also understand that I was not a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Before I met Donald, I also had a reliable role in my family. Even if I became his partner now, shouldn’t I stand beside him and fight alongside him, supporting each other? In addition, there was another thing. I didn’t want to leave him at this time. I wanted to stay with him and touch him every day and smell his scent.

Donald sighed. I felt him let go of my fingers.

He looked a little cold. When he was expressionless, he was clearly that noble and heartless Lycan King. This Donald felt a little unfamiliar to me, but I had to say what I wanted to say.

“You can’t decide where I should stay. We’re equal partners.”

“There’s no need to make it sound so serious, Margaret. I don’t mean to disrespect you, but now, you should pay more attention to your own safety.” Donald frowned.

“You’re sending me away from here. Isn’t the matter serious enough?”

“It’s precisely because things have become serious that you should leave.”

We looked at each other, neither wanting to compromise.

In the end, I was the one who lost first. For some reason, I was the first one to admit defeat every time.

For two people who were in love, the one who loved more would suffer more. I thought I had to admit this. I always loved Donald a little more than he loved me.

“Donald, I don’t want to leave you. Let me be by your side.”

I softened my tone and hooked his broad palm with my fingers.

I saw Donald’s expression soften a little. He grabbed my palm and pulled me over. Now we were close together again.

“Don’t make me leave, okay?”

The lines of Donald’s face were still tense. I reached out my other hand to stroke them, wanting to smooth out the hard lines and relax him. My clumsy actions seemed to have succeeded in fawning over Donald, and the tense atmosphere eased.

“I don’t want you to leave me, Margaret.” Donald looked at me intimately. He pressed my hand to his cheek and rubbed it gently. “But I’m really worried about you. I can’t imagine what it’d be like to lose you if those attacks happen to you. I don’t want to take any risks.”

After the argument, his words seemed even sweeter.

I thought I’d wronged him. I wondered if my words of criticism hurt him too. He was just loving me in his own way.

“I’m sorry, Donald. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

“It’s alright. I like it when you say what you think. If you’re so insistent, you can stay here for now, but you have to promise me that you’ll take your safety seriously.”

“No problem.”

“You’re not allowed to leave the camp. You’re not allowed to go out alone. Someone has to follow you wherever you go. In fact, I want you to stay in this room.”

This sounds like house arrest!

I was about to speak when Donald pressed a finger to my mouth.

“I’ve already made concessions, Margaret. You have to understand my feelings. I still have a lot of things to do. I don’t want to put all my energy into caring about your safety. Or you choose to listen to my arrangements and go to a really safe place.”

“Alright.” I compromised. “But I have to participate in the training. You can’t trap me in this room.”

“You won’t have to fight,” Donald said, staring at me.

“I want to train. I don’t want to be helpless and stay where I am when something really happens. I want to protect myself too.”

I saw the approval in Donald’s eyes. I felt that he would not want his mate to be a useless person who could not do anything. In the past few years, I had always thought that I would become the Luna of my race and work hard to master all of Luna’s skills. I was not like Elizabeth, who only cared about her own beauty. I thought that I could handle the responsibility.

“It’s a good thing that you want to improve yourself,” Donald said. “But you don’t have to go to the training ground. I can find someone to train with you. The combat skills of the werewolf royal family are much better than those of your tribe. If you really want to improve, they will teach you how to fight.”