300 An Official Title
From the mont Michael and I sat down at the table, I could feel Michael’s sharp gaze fixed on Theseus and . It was written in his eyes that he wanted this chef to get lost.
“What are you doing?” I turned to look at Michael.
“Don’t talk when you’re eating,” Michael said coldly.
“Why are there so many rules?” I mumbled.
The last ti we had a al, you almost put on the table and ate like a dish.
I could feel Michael staring at , so I swallowed the second half of my sentence.
“Theseus, perhaps you want to get us so fruits as desserts?” I looked at Theseus.
“Of course, happy to serve.” Theseus left with a smile.
I suspected that if I didn’t ask Theseus to leave this place, Michael would go crazy and flip this table.
“There are only the two of us here now. Are you satisfied?” I looked at Michael helplessly.
Michael snorted coldly and cut his steak calmly.
I noticed that he also finished his soup and wiped the bowl clean. He clearly liked Theseus’ cooking, but he maintained a bad attitude toward him. This kind of behavior was like a child throwing a tantrum, but I couldn’t do anything about it.
I picked the peas on the plate with a fork and complained listlessly, “Now, Sasha has classes every day, and she’s not in her room. I’m very bored here.”
“Are you bored being with ?” Michael asked, raising his eyebrows.
“It’s very interesting to be with you.” I sighed. “But even for us, it’s not always interesting. You still have work to worry about, but I have nothing to do. You’re also always hostile to everyone who is around , like Theseus. He’s a good person, and I’m very happy when I talk to him, but you don’t like him.”
Michael pursed his lips. I thought he wanted to say sothing, but he closed his mouth again and let out a contemptuous voice from his throat. “There’s sothing wrong with the way he looks at you.”
I rolled my eyes at Michael, “You have too many imaginary enemies.”
“Because you’re the best,” Michael said.
His words didn’t add up to his facial expression, but I understood his aning.
I couldn’t help but smile. Well, he was my mate, so I could only tolerate his possessiveness. This kind of possessiveness had its disadvantages, but at tis, it also made feel at ease.
“When are we going back?” I took the initiative to change the topic.
“Brandon’s ceremony is in a week. We need to go back before that,” Michael said.
“Oh, don’t we need to return early to help?”
I noticed that Michael was fiddling with his laptop again. He had a lot of work to do recently.
I hadn’t been in contact with Courtney during this period, but I believed she must be very busy before the succession ceremony. After all, every king could be in power for a very long ti. The current king, Michael and Brandon’s father, had been in this position for hundreds of years.
Therefore, the inauguration ceremony was also a grand ceremony for the Lycan pack that was held once every few hundred years.
In theory, we did. But before that, we needed sothing else.
Michael looked at my confused expression and smiled happily. He then pulled my hand and made sit on him. “Only mbers of the royal family can participate in this grand ceremony. My little wolf, do you know what we are lacking?”
I had a guess. I looked at Michael in disbelief. Michael kissed on the forehead and turned the laptop that he refused to show today to .
“See for yourself,” Michael said with a smile.
On the computer was an official electronic invitation letter that Brandon had just sent to Michael. There was a short ssage attached to it:
“Dear Michael,
I’m very happy to write to you, and I’m happy to tell you that as you wish, I’ve settled those old n. After the coronation ceremony for Courtney and , I will give you and your mate a proper title. Cecily will beco an official royal family mber, an official Princess Consort.
I wish you a happy life.”
I looked at the words on the screen in shock, unable to believe it was real.
“Is this what you’ve been busy with recently?” As I spoke, I realized my voice had beco choked with sobs. I didn’t know when, but tears had already covered my face. This news made too emotional.
Michael lowered his head and kissed the tears on my face. “Don’t cry, my little wolf. I’ve promised to give you all these, and I’ll keep my word. You’re the only one in my life. Attend the ceremony with , and you’ll be my Princess Consort from now on. No one can doubt you, and you’ll be a royal family mber.”
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