Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate Chapter 200: Candles

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[Margaret’s Perspective]

"I’m worried about you." I looked at Donald and said, "I feel like everything is my fault. Without , none of this might have happened. Angel would still be loyal to the royal Lycans. She would be your most capable subordinate. The Silver Moon Pack wouldn’t have been forced to participate in the war. It’s all my fault."

"No, don’t think like that," Donald said gently. "It’s all those people’s fault. You just t and we fell in love. That’s the best thing in the world. Love itself can never be wrong."

I sniffed and said, "Then tell , how are you? This is not a good place to regroup. Even if you want to et up with them, our previous cabin is better than this. At least we have a place to defend. There are open plains everywhere. If soone cos over, we won’t be on guard at all."

"You really..." Donald looked at and sighed. "You really want to know that much?"

I nodded. "I don’t want to hold you back anymore," I said. "I’ll try to stand by you, not be your Achilles heel."

"It really wasn’t you this ti. Since you want to know, I’ll tell you."

Donald waved to Eric, who walked over and saluted him.

"Your Majesty."

"Tell her what you just found out," Donald ordered.

Eric looked surprised. "Didn’t you just order us not to tell Margaret and Miss Elizabeth about this?" he whispered.

I glared at Donald. He had tried to hide it from before!

Donald’s mouth twisted into a wry smile. "If she wants to know, tell her," he said.

Donald turned to look at and reached out to touch my hair again. "It’s not a good thing. I didn’t think it was necessary to tell you before, but since you asked , I don’t want to hide it from you."

I reached for Donald’s hand and said, "Whether it’s good or bad, I want to face it with you."

I saw Donald’s throat move. Although this action was very ordinary, there was sothing sexy about Donald.

I wanted to kiss him.

This urge to kiss ca suddenly. Even though the ti and place were wrong, I really wanted to be intimate with Donald. Unexpectedly, a force urged to move closer, and Donald’s face gradually approached mine.

At first, it was just a light peck. Our lips were gently pressed against each other, rubbing against each other. Soon, neither of us was satisfied with such a simple contact. I probed Donald’s mouth with my tongue, and he imdiately wrapped his tongue around mine passionately.

We tasted each other, exchanging our sweet breaths through our saliva. I was almost intoxicated by the delicious sll.

I felt the tip of Donald’s tongue sweep across my teeth in rows, as if the king was patrolling his territory and instilling a fresh and beautiful scent into .

I accepted it passively. Donald rubbed his lips against mine repeatedly. I felt like sparks were about to fly from where I touched him.

I was almost suffocated by the kiss. I wanted to turn my head away to get so air, but Donald pressed my head down and kept kissing . I felt him breathing into through my mouth. Now, my mouth was filled with his breath.

It was a long ti before Donald and I separated.

In each other’s eyes, we both saw a strong lust.

This was not the ti.

"Ahem."

It was only then that I caught a glimpse of Eric standing to the side. Although he was still standing upright, he looked a little embarrassed.

I belatedly realized what I had just done with Donald and blushed. I looked at Donald. He was calm and composed. He raised his eyebrows at with a satisfied expression.

Compared to Donald, I had to admit that I lost when it ca to being thick-skinned.

"What do you think you just found?" I tried to look serious.

I saw the slight curve of Donald’s lips on one side and glared at him again.

Fortunately, Eric was not affected by Donald and . He said seriously, "Anthony and I found these when we were searching the cabin."

Eric took sothing from his pocket. He had wrapped that thing in a ziplock bag. I took it and realized that the transparent bag contained a few candles. They looked similar to the one Arthur had lit in the basent later.

"What’s with these things?" I asked.

"I’ve learned so pharmacology." Eric carefully glanced at Donald’s expression. When he saw that there was no change in Donald’s expression, he continued, "There are dicinal ingredients in this candle. The other party cleverly lted them into the candle. As long as the candle burns, the dicinal effect will dissipate, and it’s not easy to detect. Miss Margaret was unable to contact His Majesty at that ti. It must be because of this candle."