Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 150 - I Don’t Want to Make Things Difficult For You

[Donald’s Perspective]

It was also because of this that I always overlooked the fact that they were related.

I frowned and asked, “What did Elliot tell you?”

“It’s nothing,” Margaret whispered, looking down. “I’m just a little surprised that the two of them know each other. They don’t look like the same kind of people.”

I kept looking into Margaret’s eyes.

Margaret finally told the truth. “Elliot came to me earlier to plead for Angel, but I didn’t agree. He also… threatened me.”

“What did he do to you?” My eyes suddenly sharpened.

Margaret waved her hand and said, “No, he didn’t do anything to me. I could tell that he didn’t mean to hurt me. He was just too concerned about Angel and said something outrageous to me in a hurry.”

“But it affected you,” I said.

Margaret began to twist her fingers in front of me. “But he didn’t hurt me,” she said. “I know he’s important to you. If you hadn’t said you wanted him to send Elizabeth and me away, I might not have talked to you about it. I don’t want to cause you any more trouble.”

“When did this happen?”

“When I was still in the hospital.” Margaret thought for a moment. “The day I went for training in the morning and met Angel.”

I remembered that day. I had gotten very angry with Angel.

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I closed my eyes and tried to calm my emotions.

Elliot had always been my best right-hand man, but if even he would hurt Margaret, who else could I trust? For the first time, I felt that I had failed as the Lycan King. Was there something I hadn’t done well enough to win the loyalty of my subordinates?

After meeting Margaret, some problems that had never bothered me surfaced. Perhaps because I had feelings, I had a weak spot. And because I had feelings, nothing could be solved simply with reason and correctness.

From the bottom of my heart, I began to examine my problems in dealing with Margaret. As Margaret’s mate, what I should do was offer her protection and support, and not expose her to more suffering. fr𝚎e𝙬𝚎𝚋𝚗૦ν𝚎𝒍.c૦m

“Donald?” Margaret asked me anxiously.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this the same day?” I rubbed my eyebrows and tried to make my tone gentle so as not to scare her.

“I don’t want to put you in a difficult position,” Margaret said quietly.

“No, baby, not at all,” I said, meeting Margaret’s eyes. “I’ll only be troubled if you don’t tell me your thoughts. I’ll solve any problem for you if you tell me.”

Margaret smiled a little sheepishly. “That sounds a little difficult,” she said. “I was used to solving problems myself.”

“You can try to rely on me. Trust me.” I touched Margaret’s hair and said, “Baby, is there anything else you haven’t told me?”

Margaret shook her head first, as if remembering something. She nodded hesitantly.

I didn’t think there really was more. “Who did something to you now?” I asked.

“Not this time, really. It was last night. You left after we had dinner, and then I went up to the room alone and saw Angel in the forest.”

Margaret said, “I wanted to tell you about this, but I didn’t have time today. I just remembered.”

Angel. Sure enough, she wouldn’t stay where I told her to.

Elliot had probably done something to intercede for her. I couldn’t underestimate or ignore this woman anymore.

Her methods always surprised me. I had to send her somewhere far away from Margaret as soon as possible so that her hand could not reach Margaret no matter what.

“I see.” I nodded. “I’ll go back and take care of these two things. I’ll send you back to pack, okay? Then I’ll find someone suitable to send you and Elizabeth away.”

The two of us headed back to where we’d been living.

Margaret had moved most of her things to my place earlier, so it was easiest for her to pack there.

When we reached the bedroom, I wasn’t in a hurry to leave. Instead, I grabbed Margaret and sat on the sofa with her. She sat on my lap. Her soft long hair brushed against my face, tickling my heart.

If nothing else, this should be our last intimate moment here.

“You’re the most beautiful girl, Margaret.” I kissed Margaret’s face. “My mate, the only one in my life. You’re mine.”

Our lips touched, and our mingled breath was like melted honey or a cool breeze in the forest, fresh, sweet, and wonderful.