Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: The First Confession

[Donald’s Perspective]

‘I found Miss Margaret. She had already gone upstairs.’

As I sat on the bed, I received a message from Elliot via Mindlink.

I’d been waiting in the room for a while since Elliot and I parted ways. I’d watched Margaret and Armstrong leave together. They’d also come to the hall together. I didn’t like the fact that Margaret smelled of other werewolves. We Lycans always wanted to possess our mates completely.

I heard footsteps outside the room. I opened the door before Margaret knocked.

I met Margaret’s face. She looked at me calmly and passionately. I liked the way her eyes always sparkled every time she looked at me.

She looked so small. She was mine.

Without any words, we hugged each other and felt our deep mutual dependence and love for each other. Nothing seemed to need any explanation. We knew how we felt about each other as our auras mingled.

Werewolves were like that. Our sense of smell and bodies often knew better than our hearts and words who the right person was. And when we fell in love, we’d find everything else a burden. Nothing could influence how we felt about the right person.

I carried Margaret and propped her up in our bed.

Margaret’s scent was pleasant, but in addition to the aura she exuded that made me crazy, I also smelled a few scents that didn’t belong to her. There was Armstrong, Elizabeth, and Anthony.

What had Margaret been up to in the half-day since she left me? I wanted answers. But another urge welled up inside me. I wanted to erase all other auras even more.

She should only have my scent on her. That way, everyone who came into contact with her would know that she belonged to me just by smelling her scent. Margaret would smell like the Lycan King from now on. Everyone would know that they should retreat.

I looked at Margaret’s flushed face and saw her lips opening and closing. She was breathing rhythmically.

I couldn’t think of a reason why I shouldn’t do this.

I captured those lips. She tasted as wonderful as ever. She was clearly shy, but she never refused any of my actions and tried to accommodate me every time. We exchanged saliva and breaths repeatedly until we had to separate.

“I really should have done just that,” I said in a low voice.

“What?” Margaret’s eyes were still sparkling at me. Her eyes were always lively. Whether she was happy, shy, angry, or disappointed, they were filled with all kinds of emotions. She was like a treasure.

“I should have kissed you like this in the hall.” My fingers touched her lips, and my other hand groped her body. If I could, I would occupy every inch of her.

“You should have done that.”

Margaret put both hands on my neck and kissed me again.

We expressed love lightly this time, touching and moving away, touching and separating again. It was like playing a game that we both enjoyed.

“I love you, Donald.”

“I love you too.”

That was the first time we confided in each other in a meaningful way.

I didn’t expect the first “I love you” to come out of Margaret’s mouth. She was protecting our relationship with such determination that for a moment I didn’t know how to express my tender affection for her. I was willing to make promises to her about our future.

However, no matter what we said, it didn’t seem to matter in this situation. She belonged to me, and at the same time, I belonged to her. Everything I had as Lycan King would also be hers in the future.

“Then shouldn’t you explain to me about the incident in the hall?”

Margaret stopped hugging me and rested her hands lightly on my arms for support.

I knew there was no escaping the question. I took Margaret’s hands that were on me and placed them around my waist, gesturing for her to hold on to me.

I carried her to the sofa and sat her down. I sat on the other side.

Now that we were face-to-face, if she kept clinging to me like she had just done, I really couldn’t guarantee that I would have the willpower to talk to her properly about this.

“Angel isn’t my girlfriend. She’s the leader of the assault team I deployed,” I explained. “But I didn’t call her over. I don’t know when she got into the team.”

“So why did she say she’s your girlfriend?”

“She’s my ex.” I sighed. “But we’ve been apart for a long time. Probably for several years. We’ve only been together for a few months. Our personalities aren’t compatible.”

I looked at the way Margaret was looking at me. I knew she wanted to know more.

“Do you really want to hear about what happened between Angel and me?”