Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate - Chapter 102

[Donald’s Perspective]

I felt Margaret’s soft little hand squeeze my palm. I looked down at her hand and immediately felt Margaret writing on my palm with her fingers.

[It is Elizabeth.]

Only then did I notice that Margaret’s sister, Luna Elizabeth, looked exceptionally pale and distraught.

“Okay.” I nodded and frowned at the spot where Margaret’s wound was. “But you’re still injured…”

“I’ll be fine,” Margaret said quickly.

I glared at her warningly. She began to use her cunning schemes on me again, looking at me innocently and aggrievedly with her beautiful eyes. I always gave up my principles and surrendered to her. I hated to admit defeat to anyone, but strangely, I always enjoyed it in front of Margaret.

“Just for a moment. It’ll be fine,” Margaret said, blinking.

“Then I’ll come with you,” I said.

[Margaret’s Perspective]

This was the first time I had walked out of this room in days.

Even though I was still indoors, I felt freer outside the ward than inside.

Donald insisted on coming with us, so our three-person team seemed a little strange.

Elizabeth, who was obviously out of sorts, and I, who was a half-patient, walked in front while the tall Donald walked behind us. Elliot had been called away by Donald earlier.

It was a little disrespectful to say that, but Donald looked like our bodyguard. However, even if he was a bodyguard, Donald must be the most handsome one, I added in my heart.

When I arrived at Anthony’s ward, I didn’t expect to see an unexpected person, Armstrong.

I hadn’t seen him since I was injured. It could even be said that I hadn’t seen anyone other than Donald, Elliot, and the medical staff before today. Armstrong didn’t look much different, but he looked a little more haggard. He had probably been busy with the Pack’s affairs recently.

Armstrong was obviously surprised to see us. He greeted Donald first, then looked at me and said, “You look much better, Margaret.’

“I’m much better,” I said politely.

However, I noticed that Armstrong did not look at Elizabeth at all. This made me think their relationship was not harmonious.

Then again, Elizabeth wasn’t looking at Armstrong either. From the moment she entered the ward, her gaze had been fixed on Anthony, who was lying on the bed. Maybe they both had problems between them, I thought to myself.

I didn’t know when Donald started holding my hand. He was standing behind me, supporting me with his arms. Looking at Armstrong and Elizabeth, I increasingly felt how good it was to have Donald.

“Uh, how are his injuries?” I asked.

“Not very good, but not too bad,” Armstrong said. “Because we increased our vigilance, and Anthony is our Pack’s best fighter, his injuries are not life-threatening. He has two deep wounds inflicted by the other party. He should regain consciousness soon. I’ve sent someone to inform his family.”

The ward Anthony was in was different from mine. Because I had almost recovered, I was transferred to a normal ward sometime ago. However, Anthony had just survived the critical phase. His ward was sterile and had various instruments set up. It was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which gave a sense of oppression.

I noticed that Elizabeth was sitting by Anthony’s bed, looking at his unconscious face.

I sighed to myself.

Elizabeth was my sister. Of course, more than anyone else, I wanted her to be happy. But in all fairness, I didn’t think it was a good thing for her to be in such a relationship.

Suddenly, I didn’t want to stay here any longer.

Armstrongs undisguised gaze kept resting on me. I knew what that meant.

I felt Donald’s hand tighten around mine. I looked at him and instantly knew that we were thinking the same thing. Mates always had this tacit understanding.

Donald obviously felt it too. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his lips. I enjoyed this small intimacy in front of others.

Donald said, “I think you should go back, Margaret.”

I nodded, then turned my head toward Elizabeth.

“Elizabeth, go back with your Mate Armstrong, okay?” I deliberately mentioned Mate to remind Elizabeth and Armstrong of their relationship.

Elizabeth didn’t seem to hear what I was saying at all. She remained sitting by the bed like a statue.

Instead, Armstrong’s expression darkened a little. He said, “Don’t worry, I’ll send her back.” I didn’t say anything else. I walked over to Donald and took his hand. We left together..