A Beautiful Luna After Rejection Novel - Chapter 193

Chapter 193: To Another Place

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I kissed Michael on the lips and breathed into him.

Michael grabbed my hand and stopped me from touching him. He held me down and didn’t want me to leave him. We pressed our foreheads together, and his long lashes brushed my face.

I heard Michael whisper, “Cecily, do you believe I can do this?”

“Yes, I do,” I said firmly.

I believed that my mate was the perfect person in the world and that he could do anything he wanted.

“I love you,” Michael whispered in my ear.

‘Me too.’ I answered silently in my heart.

I looked at Michael, unsure if it would be better if I said it out loud.

Since my last fight with Michael over the marking, I had learned to express my feelings more discreetly.

…..

The last time didn’t end well. I was hurt that Michael wouldn’t mark me, but was Michael heartbroken that I used him as a tool?

I wished that every time I spoke to Michael, it was from the bottom of my heart, not something else.

But Michael seemed to have recovered. He smiled at me, straightened up from where we were leaning, and held out a hand.

I took his hand and walked side by side on the road we had come from.

The people of the Clear Creek Pack were already busy. They were repairing the houses and settling the wounded. The Clear Creek Pack’s Alpha was in the clearing, directing people to move things from one side to the other.

I looked at the busy crowd and felt a little strange, so I asked Michael, “The houses here look like they will be under construction for a while. Many people from the Clear Creek Pack live in human cities. Why do they insist on doing such a troublesome thing instead of living on the other side?”

Michael shook his head and said, “This is their home. They won’t leave this place.”

I understood after some thought. No matter how integrated the Clear Creek Pack was into human society, their identity was still that of werewolves.

This was their home, the last resting place. Werewolves had a strong sense of territory and would not easily give up their territory.

Most werewolves leave their packs for one reason: to live with their mate, and usually, she-wolves followed their mate to the male’s pack.

“Can we do anything?” I asked.

“I’ve asked Samuel to find someone from the nearby pack to help,” Michael said.

I looked at Michael in surprise. “When did you see Samuel?”

“Just before we left,” Michael said.

Samuel stayed with me in the forest, and when we returned to the Clear Creek Pack, Michael walked toward me as soon as he got out of the group and stayed with me. I didn’t even notice when he spoke to Samuel.

“I don’t remember that at all,” I muttered.

Michael raised his eyebrows. “You said I could solve all of this. If I can’t solve this little thing, it would waste your confidence in me.”

I looked at Michael, who was in high spirits again, and my heart was filled with joy.

We didn’t stay too long in the pack. We could only wait for news before a new problem occurred. Michael and I decided to go back to our penthouse and get some rest.

We hadn’t come back much since we moved here. Sometimes the attacks happened in the middle of the night, and Michael and I had to crash at the pack during the attacks, or when we were busier, we had to sleep in the car.

Michael had sent Samuel to follow up on a lead on the werewolf hunters, and now it was just Michael and me in the car. I wondered if I should return and finish the unfinished business with Michael. Suddenly, another thought appeared in my mind.

I knew this would make my mate angry, but I had ignored this for too long. I felt I needed to end it. Today was just the time for me to do so.

“Michael…”

“Do you want to go to dinner later or just go back?”

Michael and I spoke simultaneously, and Michael looked at me. “What did you say?”

I took a breath and leaned into Michael’s chest, pushing my body close to his, hoping that this would make him less angry when he heard what I was about to say.

Michael stroked my hair gently, seeming to enjoy my physical attachment.

I looked up at him, his expression calm, and his embrace helped me to contain my unease. “I said, can we go somewhere else?”