A Beautiful Luna After Rejection Chapter 127 - Who Was That Woman?

Chapter 127: Who Was That Woman?

If soone had told a month ago that I was confused about sex, I would have laughed out loud at them because that didn’t seem possible to at the ti.

But this month, it was clear that my life had changed dramatically. I was recognized as a mate by a royal Lycan prince and brought back to his house.

I tried to escape him but was chased by my ex-mate, whom my current mate almost killed.

And that wasn’t enough. The Royal Lycan Prince told I would beco a royal Lycan just like him. I had just yelled at another royal Lycan woman for that reason and had an embarrassing sexual urge for my mate at all tis.

My life had made a 180-degree turn.

It sounded like I was the subject of so kind of lodrama, but for the first eighteen years of my life, I had been a girl so ordinary that anyone could ignore .

And so it happened. I knew that I couldn’t change anything about them, that I would never be able to go back to my ordinary life, and that I would have to face what might happen next.

It used to make nervous and scared, and all I wanted to do was run away. But now I realize that there was an unbreakable bond between Michael and and that he was mine, and I was his.

Any vision of my future with Michael excited , making feel completely different.

My mind was still a ss with the whole royal Lycan thing, but I didn’t want to think about it anymore tonight. I was hungry, and Michael had just had dinner delivered. I only wanted to eat.

The al at Michael’s house was as sumptuous as ever, and in a few monts, there was a large honey roast pork rib on the table, wrapped in a delicious sauce, and next to it was a small plate of green dip. I didn’t know what it was made of.

On the plates next to it were chutney fries and shrimp avocado salad. It was a hot al, but it was what I needed.

And when I looked back at Michael, I saw that he was no less attractive than the food. He was leaning back on the main table, relaxed, and looking at with his head tilted.

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Michael was still wearing the two shirts and shorts we’d grabbed when we got out of bed, but he still had the good looks and the charm.

His shirt was puffed up on his chest, and his eyes were bright. I couldn’t help but think about what a great body he had underneath and what a great experience he had given .

Oh no! Stop imagining it, Cecily!

I gulped. Michael t my eyes and raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were hungry, so I told them to bring the food up quickly, but you seed more interested in staring at .”

“I am hungry.” I t Michael’s eyes and added, “Not as hungry as you think.”

“Oh?” Michael rolled his eyes. “I don’t think so.”

Michael then shook his head and said, “I don’t like it when you lie to , Cecily. I want you to be honest with about even such trivial things.”

“Okay.” I stuffed a mouthful of french fries into my mouth and then forked the largest piece of rib into my plate. “You just said it yourself; I will have a desire for you, so I think we should keep a proper distance to avoid staying in bed all the ti. I don’t mind. There is plenty of ti, but as the Lycan Prince of the royal family, you have a lot of things to do outside.”

Michael looked at and sighed dejectedly. “You’re right. I want to, but I can’t.”

I shrugged, feeling like I had found a new way to interact with Michael.

“So, who was that woman just now?”

There was a sudden silence in the room.

I swallowed my food and asked again, “Tell , who was she?”

I looked up at Michael. The teasing smile on his face had disappeared, and now he was frowning as if he was in a difficult position.

“You should be eating and not asking questions all the ti,” Michael said, pursing his lips.

He was avoiding my questions, and my heart sank a little. The tender and juicy pork ribs seed a little greasy.

I wiped the corners of my mouth with a napkin and said to Michael with a frown, “You just told you wanted to be honest with you.”

Michael didn’t say anything. His gaze was fixed on the dining table.

I placed so pork ribs and salad on his plate.

“Michael, she just jumped on you. You obviously have an unusual relationship. If you see another man jump on and pick up, don’t you want to give you a reasonable explanation, too?”

“That’s impossible,” Michael said gruffly.