Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Messy Relationship

[Elizabeth’s Perspective]

Anthony would listen to me as gently as before. He understood how I felt and wouldn’t laugh at me. He would also help me deal with all kinds of things that I couldn’t handle. I knew I should face all this myself, but I couldn’t bear this alone. I had no choice.

As I realized that I was relying on Anthony more and more, I began to be afraid of this situation. I didn’t know if I should rely on another person when I already had a mate, but I knew that we were going down a slippery slope.

I tried to play matchmaker to Margaret and Anthony, but it just wasn’t meant to be. Margaret didn’t care about him at all, and Anthony, while he understood me, got angry with me about it. I gave up and let myself sink deeper into my relationship with Anthony.

Yesterday afternoon, Anthony and I were left by ourselves.

Anthony gave me a hug.

Under the sun, there were traces of sweat on his neck and dust on his body from rolling on the ground, but he was clean. The hug he gave me was the same. I leaned against his sturdy shoulder and felt at ease.

I had never felt anything like this with Armstrong. Armstrong would hug me too, but it was all fanatical and lustful. He wouldn’t soothe me so gently. The person he cared about had always been Margaret.

Then everything seemed to fall into place.

I didn’t know how we started. I only knew that I was not beautiful enough at that time. I didn’t have my usual appearance that attracted men, which might be the only thing that was acceptable about me, but Anthony was so gentle and considerate. He was the only person who didn’t like me for my looks alone. Well, he also had a perfect physique and extremely masculine facial features.

We just hugged at first, then we started kissing. Our sense of urgency grew. He lifted me while I wrapped my arms around his waist.

At this point, our relationship became a complete mess.

But I didn’t care about those things at all. When I was in bed with him, I just felt extremely happy, both physically and mentally. This was so much better than having a mate who didn’t love me and being forced to be Luna. This was all I needed.

I didn’t regret it. I guess being a werewolf and having a moon goddess to fix you up with your mate for life didn’t mean that was the best person in the world for you. I wanted to seize what made me happy at the moment, and what was wrong with that?

I changed into the outfit I was familiar with. I was still the same Elizabeth.

When I walked out of the dressing room, I saw Anthony still in bed. He looked a little more frustrated than me. He pondered about things more than I did. I walked over and showed him my top and short skirt. I could tell from his eyes that he liked them. He always had a glint when he looked at me. That was enough for me.

Anthony cooked dinner for me. I always enjoyed his thoughtful care.

After dinner, I suggested that we go for a walk. I wanted to find a place where no one would disturb us. Anthony suggested the forest. I knew that it was where Margaret and Armstrong used to date secretly, but Armstrong had never taken me there. I had always been curious about the forest.

But I didn’t expect to run into Armstrong and Margaret in the forest.

When he left with Margaret in the afternoon, he had clearly said that he was going to see the Lycan King. Why was he in the forest at the same time?

The four of us looked at each other. Anthony was acting awkward. His hasty words wouldn’t hold water, but Armstrong looked completely unconcerned. He didn’t care why I was there.

His gaze mostly lingered on Margaret. It couldn’t have been more obvious. I tried to ignore the fact and turned my gaze to Margaret. To my surprise, she was still wearing the dirty tracksuit she had worn during the combat training that afternoon. She was going to meet the Lycan King like this? That was something I would never imagine doing.

“That’s too unsafe. You shouldn’t be here,” I heard Armstrong say.

“And why are you guys here?” I asked.

“That’s none of your business,” Armstrong replied stiffly.

Armstrong’s words triggered all my emotions. It was none of my business, nothing was my business!

We seemed to be two completely unrelated people. He didn’t care if I hanged out with Anthony. As my mate, shouldn’t I care if he appeared at the place where he used to date Margaret at such a time?

Did I not even have the right to ask? He basically didn’t care about me, but he still had to pretend to ask about my safety.