A Beautiful Luna After Rejection Novel - Chapter 16

Chapter 16: I’m Not Ready Yet

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
We drove into a forest. Werewolves liked the forest. The forest made us feel more relaxed, and we could feel a natural atmosphere every day. It was closer than I thought, and it was even a convenient distance from school.

Getting out of the car, I saw a house. It was almost a small castle. In fact, there was more than one house. The one facing us was three stories high, and half of the wall on one side was covered with greenery. The house had a pointed roof and four stone pillars at the main entrance. It was getting late, and all the lights in the house were on. From the entrance, I could see the bright glass chandeliers inside.

I followed Michael into the hall, but there was no one. Smooth marble columns supported the main hall, and the floor was made entirely of marble brick. There were no signs of splicing, and the overall color palette was milky white and pale yellow, harmonious and uniform. At the side of the hall was a spiral staircase with carved handrails, and the whole setting was luxurious and royal.

I was still looking around when Michael had already walked up the stairs, and I hurried after him.

Michael didn’t stop on the second floor. He went straight up to the third floor. There weren’t as many rooms on the third floor as on the second floor. The first thing I saw was a living room, followed by an eye-catching door.

“This is where I usually live.”

I nodded and asked, “Then, where do I live?”

“Here.”

My eyes widened. This development was beyond my expectations, and I couldn’t accept it.

“You’re joking, right?”

I laughed dryly.

“You’ll stay here with me.”

What Michael said erased all possibilities. He sat on the bed, yawned sleepily, and looked at me.

“Is there a problem, my Cecily?”

Michael liked to add ‘my’ before any form of address for me. He was constantly declaring his sovereignty.

He was a little like a child in this regard. Although we hadn’t spent much time together, I have to say that I was like a new toy that he had just gotten. He was hogging me and didn’t want to let go. This kind of childishness wasn’t annoying. I couldn’t do anything about him.

“I’m not ready yet.”

“Then, you can slowly be ready.” Michael looked at me, unbothered. “I can not mark you for now or do whatever a mate should do. That’s because I want to respect you. But Cecily, you have to be with me at all times. I don’t like the smell of other people on you. Do you understand?”

“I have school tomorrow!” I protested.

“Cecily, why don’t you understand? You’re my mate, get it?”

I stood where I was and didn’t want to give in to him.

“My patience is limited. I can make you and your wolf accept me, but I won’t allow you to reject me indefinitely. But before we mark each other, you have to give up a certain amount of freedom to guarantee our relationship.”

Now, the childish aura on him had disappeared once again. Instead, he was acting like a prince.

“Or, you can choose to accept me now. I can give you more freedom that you want.”

“This isn’t a multiple-choice question,” I argued. “A normal mate doesn’t need the other half around all the time.”

“The rules of the royal Lycan family are different from those of your ordinary werewolves. Your standards do not affect us. Moreover, I’m a prince. I’ve always been the one who made the rules.”

I didn’t understand the so-called rules of the royal Lycan family, but I felt that it was unreasonable to restrict the freedom of the other half no matter what. Michael didn’t have the right to do that. I was a free citizen. This was my birthright. How could Michael take away my freedom with just a few words?

“Are you imprisoning me?” I asked.

“Imprison? Of course not. I want to be close to you. I want to have you. You could be mine. You are a gift from the Moon Goddess, aren’t you?”

Michael looked at me with sparkling eyes. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with what he said.

But I wasn’t a gift or a toy. I was a living person. I had to have my own life. I couldn’t stay by his side twenty-four hours a day as he wanted. There were still some improvements to be made in our communication skills.

Everything was moving too fast for me. I didn’t know what other werewolves were like, but there was some cognitive conflict between Michael and me. There was a huge gap between us regarding status, upbringing, and even power. This made our communication more difficult.

“I want to go to school,” I insisted.

Michael’s eyes were filled with confusion. He obviously didn’t think there was any room for negotiation.

“I didn’t ask you to stop studying. I only asked you to stay here temporarily.”