Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate - Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Marking

[Margaret’s Perspective]

I lay on the bed with lifeless eyes. Donald rubbed against me.

His handsome features were still the same, and there was a sheen of sweat on his body. His gray-green pupils were slightly dark, and he looked like he was still feeling aroused.

His eyes were bright. He stared at me for a moment and whispered, “Let’s mark each other now, okay?”

I propped myself up slightly and wrapped my arms around his neck to give Donald the most direct reply.

Donald took this position and kissed my lips slowly and gently, then my ears and neck.

“I will give you my Mark. I promise that from now on, I will only love you. I will not let you down in this life, Margaret. We will walk hand in hand until the last moment of our lives.” Donald’s deep voice sounded in my ears.

“I’m the same. I’ll always be by your side. I’ll never be separated from you for the rest of my life.”

I kissed Donald back and gave my promise.

Our wet tongues intertwined, and we kissed, making sloppy sounds.

Donald’s teeth wandered to the back of my neck. The sharp sensation made me wince. Donald felt my nervousness and kept licking the spot where he was about to bite.

“It might hurt a little. I’ll be careful,” Donald said softly.

I grunted softly, waiting for Donald’s teeth to tear my skin.

But after a while, Donald’s teeth were still wandering on the back of my neck. He didn’t bite down on my neck.

“What is it?”

“This is the first time I’ve done such a thing.”

Donald didn’t finish his sentence, but I already understood—Donald was nervous about marking me.

A subtle sense of pride and satisfaction surged in my heart.

Donald had always been confident in his planning and command. I had never seen him nervous about anything. He always had everything under control. I had seen him angry because he was worried about me. I felt deeply guilty those times.

At this moment, he was nervous because of an ordinary Mark. I felt both amused and happy.

This meant that Donald really cared about me. Actually, there was nothing strange about this. Putting aside all our identities, we were just a pair of ordinary happy mates. This was the only Mark in most werewolves’ lives. It was a wedding night for werewolves. Everyone would be nervous because as long as there was love, there would be anticipation and yearning.

Often, the more you wanted something, the more intense your emotions would be.

I felt privileged to be able to affect Donald’s emotions. It was my honor.

Finally, Donald’s sharp teeth bit the back of my neck. The pain was much lighter than I expected.

In an instant, the pain disappeared. What followed was Donald’s aura pouring crazily into my body, from the back of my neck to my heart, and then to the end of every inch of my limbs. Every cell in my body was encouraged. The aura flowed through my blood, and the last place it reached was my brain. Then it returned to the back of my neck and completed a cycle.

I never thought marking would feel like this.

The moment Donald’s teeth broke the skin on the back of my neck, I felt like my soul was about to be sucked out.

All the feelings felt brief yet endless at the same time. It was as if I had experienced everything, but also as if nothing had happened.

I was no longer myself. The smell on Donald’s body that captivated me fused into my bloodline and occupied half of my body and soul.

This might not be accurate enough. It was more like I had finally found my other half. I was originally incomplete and now I became full and complete.

I could feel Donald’s being more clearly than before. I could empathize with his every move and emotion. From now on, I would forever carry the Mark that Donald had given me. I was his.

I wrapped my arms around Donald’s neck. He was observing my expression.

I gave him a big smile, indicating that nothing about me could be better. I snuggled into his arms, pressed my teeth against his skin, and gently bit down.

Donald’s face stiffened slightly, and then I felt the connection between us become clearer.

If I could sense what Donald was thinking before, now I knew with certainty that Donald could also sense my thoughts.

We did it.

Donald had marked me, and I had marked him.

The happy thought sent my brain into a frenzy.

I hugged Donald’s neck tightly. Our lips quickly touched, and there seemed to be flames burning where our lips touched.

We were both so desperate to have every possible physical contact with each other. Donald was slightly stunned by my sudden movement, then he quickly turned the tables and sucked my lips harder.

My breath, tongue, and even my soul were overcome by Donald’s delicious breath. I could even taste sweetness from this kiss, and it was as intoxicating as wine.