Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate Chapter 24

Chapter 24: The Victim of Love (1)

[Margaret’s POV]

The way Armstrong was staring at made feel a little uncomfortable.

I looked away, pretending to be interested in the potted plants on his desk.

“I miss you, Margaret.” I heard Armstrong sigh softly. “A lot has happened in the tribe. I’m the Alpha, but I feel powerless. Elizabeth, she’s not as good as you used to be.”

Armstrong’s words pierced .

Many tis back then, I thought about what Armstrong would say to . He would tell that he thought I was better. That I was the best one. That he needed and missed .

Even if it was just one sentence!

It would have made feel less miserable and pulled out of my endless self-doubt and struggle.

But he had to say it to now. After Donald and I beca partners, I was as needy as I was back then. So people, so things, so words—I had to let them go. I couldn’t start over.

Everything Armstrong said now faded with ti. Like a charcoal fire delivered in the sumr, or a code book after the war, it might still an sothing, but it was useless.

I couldn’t respond to Armstrong. I used to miss him every night after I lost him.

But it was all in the past.

Armstrong understood my silence. He had always understood and my emotions. At the thought, my heart ached again.

“But you already have the Lycan King. It’s useless for to say these things, right?”

Armstrong said nonchalantly. His eyes followed mine to the potted plants.

“I heard that the neighboring tribe was attacked.”

I changed the subject stiffly. I didn’t want to discuss my current partner with my ex or listen to him reminisce about our past. I didn’t like this.

“Yes, a very serious attack,” Armstrong replied. “The Lycan King said that it might be soone from the werewolf royal family. I’ve been deploying reinforced patrols, but I know that might not work. I’ve seen those injuries with my own eyes. We’re not strong enough to withstand them, but I still have to do this.”

“From the werewolf royal family?” I frowned. Donald had never ntioned this when he told about the attack.

“I take it the Lycan King didn’t ntion it to you.” Armstrong saw through my thoughts again easily. “That kind of power isn’t sothing ordinary werewolves can have. We suspect now that they may have so other special abilities, but we don’t know exactly what they are. But there’s no doubt that’s scary.”

“Are you okay?” I blurted out.

“? Yes, I’m fine, Margaret.”

I realized that what I just said sounded like concern for him. But we had a six-year relationship, after all. How could I look at Armstrong like he was a stranger? I realized that Armstrong and I should see each other less before we could better deal with each other.

But Armstrong didn’t think so. He looked at affectionately. In this office we were both familiar with, we had just talked about the tribe. Everything seed like it was before he and Elizabeth beca partners. I felt like we had reversed ti and nothing had happened between us. The feeling suffocated .

I saw Armstrong walk around his desk toward . His expression was one of love that I was familiar with. I wasn’t sure what month it was now. He held and touched my back gently, like the way he used to comfort every ti.

I ca to my senses and pushed him away.

“What are you doing?!” I looked at him in disbelief.

“You were worried about just now, right? I was worried about you too. From the mont I found out that the neighboring tribe was attacked, I was worried about your safety. I was afraid that if our tribe was attacked, you would be hurt too, so I rushed back as quickly as I could. I wanted to make sure you were safe. Then I saw you in the Lycan King’s room. That was when I knew that you had always been the one I loved. I had actually been regretting what happened on the day of your coming-of-age ceremony. I was too impulsive. Elizabeth shouldn’t have been my partner.”

This must be the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard in the world.

With just a few words, he had written off everything that happened previously and even made himself look like an affectionate and innocent victim.

“You an that everything is the Moon Goddess’s fault?”

No, no! It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have been so impulsive, and I shouldn’t have been so cowardly afterward. The thought of rejecting my partner hurt , and I didn’t know how to face you. But I love you, Margaret. You’ve always been the person I love the most. ”

Everything in the world was so ridiculous. When I lost Armstrong, it was like I lost the whole world. Nothing belonged to .

But after I had Donald, it seems that I could have Armstrong again. Even my friends, my sister, everything belonged to . Good luck and bad luck always ca at the sa ti. They couldn’t be distributed to make you feel better.