Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Mate Who Needs A Lesson

[Donald’s Perspective]

It was dark and quiet. This place was scary.

Thud, thud, thud…

I felt my heart pounding against my chest like a drum.

An inexplicable sense of unease hovered in my chest. My eyes opened.

In front of me was the pure white ceiling. This was my bedroom. It looked normal.

I winced. This wasn’t right.

I turned to look beside me. The bed was empty. Margaret wasn’t here. Where had she gone?

The uneasiness in my heart intensified. I pushed open the closed bathroom door. There was no one here either, but there was Margaret’s scent. I followed the scent and opened a cabinet to the side. These were Margaret’s pajamas. She had left her clothes here and sneaked out alone?!

How did she get out?

I went to the window sill and saw a rope caught in the gap. I opened the window and looked out. A long rope hung down from here, long enough to reach the ground.

Anger and fear rose in me at the same time.

Margaret had sneaked out alone in the middle of the night. Where had she gone?

I thought about her past with Armstrong and her refusal to mark with me during the day. Would she betray me? The thought appeared briefly in my mind and quickly disappeared. No, she wouldn’t do that.

I tried to get my mind to think rationally. Margaret had mentioned Angel during the day. She said that she wanted to settle things with Angel herself. Although I didn’t agree, I allowed her to do it. But she was a silly child. Angel had far more tricks up her sleeve than her.

I shook Margaret’s nightgown in my hand and a piece of paper fell out. I picked it up and smelled Angel on it. It was Angel! My face turned ashen. I saw the words.

‘It’s not too late to give up.’

I recognized the handwriting as Angel’s. She was deliberately trying to provoke Margaret. What was she trying to get Margaret to do?

Patrol! I realized that was the most likely possibility.

Margaret had always wanted to be part of the patrol. During the day, she had been stopped by me because she had gone to get the registration form. If Angel wanted to use Margaret for something, patrolling was undoubtedly the most tempting. And damn it, Angel had full authority. It was simply too easy for her to arrange for anyone to go.

Forest. Forest again! Why did Margaret always have to be so obsessed with the forest? Was it because she and Armstrong had memories of the past there?

I was annoyed by this. If I had to bring her back this time, I would teach her a lesson. Beat her up? No, that would be too brutal. I would teach her a lesson in bed and let her know who she really belonged to.

I was so angry that I kicked the nightstand. The cabinet door flew open. I saw a small bottle inside.

And what is this? I thought. How much is Margaret doing behind my back?

Puzzled, I picked up the small bottle. It was empty. It wasn’t mine. What did Margaret mean by putting it here? I put aside my doubts for the moment and continued to focus on the possibility that Margaret had gone alone to patrol the forest.

If, as I thought, Angel had arranged for Margaret to patrol the forest, she would be given a token. People with tokens could contact and locate each other. Margaret wouldn’t be in danger for a while.

However, I thought of another possibility. Angel might not tell Margaret how to use the token. If that was the case, Margaret might also be patrolling alone. Angel would not assign her a companion.

I felt my heart throb again at the thought.

I had to find Margaret immediately.

I returned to the bathroom and tracked Margaret’s scent. She had left through the window, which was too small for me to get through. I had to go around the outside of the building.

Fortunately, there was still a remnant of her aura in the air, and my mate’s senses would let me vaguely know where she was. I knew I was tracking in the right direction.

I was beginning to regret not having directly marked her during the day. Then I wouldn’t be going through so much trouble to find her now. I could only barely tell through my mate’s senses that she was fine now and should still be in the forest.

As I walked to the entrance of the forest, I considered asking the entire patrol team to help me find Margaret. However, I didn’t want to mobilize such a large number of people. I wanted to find her myself first. If it really didn’t work, I would leverage everyone’s strength.

Margaret had never liked being ordered around by me in public, and I tried to respect her wishes, but she clearly didn’t take my concern for her seriously.

She had really angered me this time. If she felt that what I had done before was not respecting her enough or not considerate of her thoughts, then I would show her this time what I would do when I really did not want to care about her thoughts. I would drag her back in front of everyone and let everyone see that she belonged to me completely.