Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate Chapter 27

Chapter 27: The Most Moving Terms of Endearnt (1)

[Margaret’s POV]

On the way, I received a telepathic ssage from Donald. I could already master this skill.

He invited to lunch in the cafeteria. I had actually almost reached the door of his room. When I got his ssage, I was a little depressed. I thought I could spend so ti alone with him.

I was about to turn around and go to the cafeteria when I heard the door open. It was Donald!

I threw myself at him in surprise, wanting to hug him. He looked surprised, too, and opened his arms to hug . Only then did I see that Elliot was behind him. In hindsight, I was ashad. I quickly let go of Donald.

Elliot smiled at , and I smiled back.

I still had a good impression of Elliot. He had always been polite and discreet and did not do anything unnecessary or annoying.

But I felt Donald standing in front of , glaring at .

After my talk with Armstrong that afternoon, I reassessed my relationship with Donald. I beca even more determined to love him. We might not know each other as well as Armstrong and I used to, but I loved him more than anyone now. I wanted to spend every day with him.

I should have been more confident in our relationship, more honest with him. If I had any questions, I should have asked him directly instead of speculating and getting into a rut.

I didn’t understand why I only understood this now.

Donald’s angry gaze no longer made feel uneasy or afraid. I believed that everything he did was out of love for . We just needed to communicate more. We were close physically to begin with. What we needed to do now was get closer in our hearts.

“Before we eat, I want to talk to you, okay?”

Donald nodded and pulled toward my room.

Passively, I let him pull along. Then I stopped and said firmly to Donald, “Not here. Let’s go outside and talk.”

Donald looked at in surprise, not really understanding why I was acting like this.

I could hardly resist his gaze and was about to give in. I pinched my arm with my hand.?No, be rational! I can’t do this. After I go in, I’ll definitely forget everything and fall into Donald’s rhythm again.

“We need to have a good talk,” I murmured.

Donald seed to understand. I heard his muffled laughter from his chest again.

My ears were red as I looked up and glared at him. From his expression, I could tell that my glance was not intimidating. His smile beca even more obvious.

“Co on, let’s go out and talk.” Donald took my hand. I wanted to say this was against the rules, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I was also attached to the warmth of his palm. I liked all physical contact with him.

Before I could think of a way to say anything, I heard Donald say first, “Actually, I want to talk to you, but I don’t think we always have ti.”

Donald winked at . My ears reddened even more at the thought of what had happened in our room together.

He squeezed my hand. “But I’m willing to listen to you first.”

Donald was usually very gentle with . This was very different from his noble and domineering image.

“I wanted to talk about us. We haven’t gotten to know each other better,” I said.

“I thought we already knew a little about each other,” Donald laughed.

“I’m not talking about that!”

“I know, I know.” Donald strokes my back. “I just think you look a little nervous. Relax. You don’t have to be nervous with , okay?”

“You’re the Lycan King. How could I not be nervous?”

“But I’m also your mate.” Donald’s affectionate eyes looked at , and the feeling that my soul seed to lt ca back to . This felt completely different from the way Armstrong looked at this afternoon, I thought sowhat inappropriately.

“You’re too nervous in front of . Most of the ti, you don’t tell what you really think. This will make think that I’m not good enough for you to trust .”

“Of course not!” I couldn’t believe I was hearing this from Donald. All this ti, I thought I was the only one who was trembling in fear and treading on thin ice. Was Donald nervous because of ?

“You’re the best person in the world. I’m the one who thinks too much and always feels that I’m not worthy of you. I want to work hard to make you like more.” I voiced my concerns and looked at Donald uneasily.

“I don’t want you to think that.” Donald hugged . “I already like you, Margaret. You don’t have to be better because you’re good enough now. I even think that because of you, I’ve beco less like myself.”

These were simply the most moving terms of endearnt in the world. I didn’t know if there were any more beautiful words.

I was so excited that I couldn’t speak. I could only express my joy to him with my eyes.