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

[Margaret’s POV]

On the way, I received a telepathic message from Donald. I could already master this skill.

He invited me to lunch in the cafeteria. I had actually almost reached the door of his room. When I got his message, I was a little depressed. I thought I could spend some time alone with him.

I was about to turn around and go to the cafeteria when I heard the door open. It was Donald!

I threw myself at him in surprise, wanting to hug him. He looked surprised, too, and opened his arms to hug me. Only then did I see that Elliot was behind him. In hindsight, I was ashamed. I quickly let go of Donald.

Elliot smiled at me, and I smiled back.

I still had a good impression of Elliot. He had always been polite and discreet and did not do anything unnecessary or annoying.

But I felt Donald standing in front of me, glaring at me.

After my talk with Armstrong that afternoon, I reassessed my relationship with Donald. I became even more determined to love him. We might not know each other as well as Armstrong and I used to, but I loved him more than anyone now. I wanted to spend every day with him.

I should have been more confident in our relationship, more honest with him. If I had any questions, I should have asked him directly instead of speculating and getting into a rut.

I didn’t understand why I only understood this now.

Donald’s angry gaze no longer made me feel uneasy or afraid. I believed that everything he did was out of love for me. We just needed to communicate more. We were close physically to begin with. What we needed to do now was get closer in our hearts.

“Before we eat, I want to talk to you, okay?”

Donald nodded and pulled me toward my room.

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Passively, I let him pull me along. Then I stopped and said firmly to Donald, “Not here. Let’s go outside and talk.”

Donald looked at me in surprise, not really understanding why I was acting like this.

I could hardly resist his gaze and was about to give in. I pinched my arm with my hand. No, be rational! I can’t do this. After I go in, I’ll definitely forget everything and fall into Donald’s rhythm again.

“We need to have a good talk,” I murmured.

Donald seemed to understand. I heard his muffled laughter from his chest again.

My ears were red as I looked up and glared at him. From his expression, I could tell that my glance was not intimidating. His smile became even more obvious.

“Come on, let’s go out and talk.” Donald took my hand. I wanted to say this was against the rules, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I was also attached to the warmth of his palm. I liked all physical contact with him.

Before I could think of a way to say anything, I heard Donald say first, “Actually, I want to talk to you, but I don’t think we always have time.”

Donald winked at me. My ears reddened even more at the thought of what had happened in our room together.

He squeezed my hand. “But I’m willing to listen to you first.”

Donald was usually very gentle with me. This was very different from his noble and domineering image.

“I wanted to talk about us. We haven’t gotten to know each other better,” I said.

“I thought we already knew a little about each other,” Donald laughed.

“I’m not talking about that!”

“I know, I know.” Donald strokes my back. “I just think you look a little nervous. Relax. You don’t have to be nervous with me, okay?”

“You’re the Lycan King. How could I not be nervous?”

“But I’m also your mate.” Donald’s affectionate eyes looked at me, and the feeling that my soul seemed to melt came back to me. This felt completely different from the way Armstrong looked at me this afternoon, I thought somewhat inappropriately.

“You’re too nervous in front of me. Most of the time, you don’t tell me what you really think. This will make me think that I’m not good enough for you to trust me.”

“Of course not!” I couldn’t believe I was hearing this from Donald. All this time, I thought I was the only one who was trembling in fear and treading on thin ice. Was Donald nervous because of me?

“You’re the best person in the world. I’m the one who thinks too much and always feels that I’m not worthy of you. I want to work hard to make you like me more.” I voiced my concerns and looked at Donald uneasily.

“I don’t want you to think that.” Donald hugged me. “I already like you, Margaret. You don’t have to be better because you’re good enough now. I even think that because of you, I’ve become less like myself.”

These were simply the most moving terms of endearment in the world. I didn’t know if there were any more beautiful words.

I was so excited that I couldn’t speak. I could only express my joy to him with my eyes.