Chapter 80: Taken In Public
“You don’t know?” Michael chuckled. I was certain there was no good intention behind it. Then, Michael said, “You never thought about what would happen when we t again? When you chose to escape, didn’t you think about the consequences of being caught by ? Or are you so sure that I will never find you?”
Michael’s tone beca increasingly dangerous.
I tactfully shut my mouth, knowing that whatever I said would co out wrong.
“That b*stard dared to attack my people, so I removed his mark. So now you can guess what I will do to you, my mate who dared to run away from ,” Michael whispered.
“I just thought you’d take back,” I replied honestly.
Michael stared at for a while. Then, suddenly, he reached out and grabbed by the neck.
Instinctively, I wanted to struggle, but I saw the look in his eyes. Finally, I gave up resisting and let him push my most vulnerable spot.
This ti, I chose what I should have done long ago. Trust him. Michael would never kill .
Sure enough, Michael let go of my hand before I suffocated. I coughed violently, bent down, and held my knee.
“You sly, lovable, hateful little wolf, “I heard Michael whisper in my ear, gritting his teeth.
I couldn’t help but smile.
Michael said I made him lovesick and hateful, and he still loved .
To be honest, that was what I worried about most after reuniting with him.
Every day before he showed up at the Ancient Woods Pack, I wondered if my actions had angered Michael and if he no longer wanted to be his mate. Maybe he didn’t care that I was gone and didn’t even look for .
I kept thinking that Michael would reject when Kate and I returned to school.
If Michael rejected , what would I do? Would I ever be able to recover from that pain again?
The thought made feel miserable and lost, and every thought confird that I loved Michael.
Now that he said he still loved , what was there to be afraid of?
Michael caught my smile, and he lifted in front of everyone, and suddenly I was up in the air, looking at him nervously.
I hadn’t forgotten that Michael was still mad at . So what was he going to do to in public? Was he going to mark ?
I looked down at myself, covered in mud and blood. This was not an ideal situation.
My reunion with Michael had been too hasty and dramatic. I thought our marking would be at a grand ceremony, preferably our wedding.
But if Michael had to do this... he had just saved from Robert. I didn’t have to worry about being marked or killed by that disgusting man anymore. I could survive and breathe fresh being with Michael. I would do anything for him.
I bit my lip, feeling dizzy, and looked at him. My eyes widened.
Michael’s eyes reflected the stars. “Cecily, you’re mine,” he said
I nodded and put my arm around his neck. This was the first ti I had responded to him like this. From the bottom of my heart, I recognized that I belonged to him, and he belonged to . We were inseparable.
“Are you going to mark ?” I voiced the question in my heart.
A strange light flashed in Michael’s eyes, but he maintained his dark expression and said, “Maybe I will.”
“This isn’t a good place,” I muttered.
“I don’t care how you feel,” Michael said.
“It’s okay.” I smiled at Michael and said, “Michael, I love you.”
Michael’s dark brown eyes t mine. I looked back at him, trying to see his soft heart through his hard surface.
He loved . He loved . When I thought about it, I felt that Michael’s outward indifference and alienation were no longer an issue. I could no longer feel his oppression and control, and my heart was filled with tenderness.
Michael kissed roughly on the lips. It didn’t seem like he was kissing . Instead, he repeatedly tore at my lips and took every ounce of air out of my mouth. It was like a punishnt.
I took it passively, and at first, I tried to pander to him, but Michael overbearingly stopped , his tongue sweeping through my mouth and plundering every inch of it.
He bit my lips and tongue whenever I moved, and I finally gave up resisting and let him do whatever he wanted.
Our kiss started as a mix of cold rain, then it got hot, and it was just the two of us—the scent… the scent that I’d been dreaming about all week.
Michael went at as if he wanted to eat with this kiss.
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