A Beautiful Luna After Rejection Novel - Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Almost Marked

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“I’m not going to hold her back, okay? I’m not going to hold you back, either. I said I wanted to go home to see my parents. Now I want to go back. You can go too,” I said coldly.

“What?! You still want to go back?!” Michael growled.

“What’s wrong with me going home?” I said.

“This is your home. I’m here. This is where you should be!” Michael said darkly.

“Sorry, not yet.” I turned around and showed Michael the back of my neck that was still intact and said, “I’m not marked by anyone yet. I’m still free. I don’t belong to anyone, especially not to you, the arrogant Lycan Prince of the royal family.”

Michael paced around the room. He looked fierce, like a beast that could pounce on and bite me at any moment, but I wasn’t afraid of him. I even hoped that he would pounce on me and bite my neck, marking me to prove that I truly belonged to him.

“You can’t do anything to me. You have no restraints on me,” I announced loudly.

Michael stopped in his tracks and stared at me. I could feel the bond we had finally built over the past few days slowly breaking apart. He must have felt it too.

Michael shook his head at me. “No, we belong to each other. We are two symbiotic vines. You can restrain me, and I can restrain you.”

…..

“Prove it.”Iraised my eyebrows at Michael and lifted my belt with my fingers, “I am a free she-wolf, and you are a male who has never marked anyone. Do something to make me belong to you completely, and my soul will be locked to you.”

Michael was tempted to take a step forward.

I looked at him expectantly. If Michael refused to mark me, it meant that one day I would be rejected by Michael.

I had felt it once in Robert, which caused me endless pain, but Michael’s presence had effectively relieved it.

With Michael, my mind and body began to believe that we belonged to each other, which was much deeper than the bond between Robert and me. If Michael rejected me, I doubted whether I could survive it, I could not imagine I would lose Michael one day, so I must get Michael to mark me.

I was satisfied to see Michael take another step forward, and at the same time, I exhaled, which would make Michael feel more comfortable, and allow him to mark me more smoothly.

The color of Michael’s eyes alternated between dark brown and gold. When they became gold, his aura became stronger, and the desire for me in his eyes became more intense. His aura became weaker when they turned dark brown, and his gaze also looked calmer.

He was already in front of me. I looked at Michael flirtatiously. I reached out to him and hooked my arm around his neck.

I could feel his teeth on my skin, and as soon as he did, two long, sharp canines would pierce the back of my neck, his breath would enter my body, and I would be baptized.

I thought I would be nervous and excited about being marked as I had always wanted, but I felt a sense of fear for a moment. It was as if I had become the prey of this beast; I would lose myself and be controlled by him.

I tried to suppress this feeling and pressed Michael against me with my hand with even more firmness. I must not fall short of success. Everyone went through this when being marked.

And Michael’s mark was not something any she-wolf could ask for, and Joanna, that bitch has been coveting it. I must get it to prove to everyone that I was the only one who could be with Michael.

“No.” Michael suddenly stopped. He pulled his body away from me again.

I suddenly felt a sense of relief that I had escaped a calamity, but I didn’t care. Then, an even greater wave of anger attacked me.

‘Why? Why wouldn’t you want to mark me even after everything had happened?!’

What was it that always stopped Michael at the last moment? Other than Michael didn’t want to mark me; I couldn’t think of a second explanation.

“You don’t smell right.” Michael slowly leaned in and touched the back of my neck with his palm to comfort me. “Your emotions are fluctuating. You are not voluntarily giving yourself to me. Other reasons have affected you, aren’t there?”

I looked at Michael angrily but was easily dissolved by the gentleness and acceptance in his eyes. I saw the love in his eyes. He cared about my feelings and what had happened to me.

“I…”

I thought about what Joanna had said yesterday, but I didn’t want to repeat it.