Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Stay Here in Detention

[Margaret’s Perspective]

However, my hand was stopped by Donald again. I turned my head to look at him, not understanding why he was doing this.

However, Donald was already holding my hand and leading in another direction. I followed his guidance in a daze until I touched sothing hot and huge.

I subconsciously squeezed it and heard Donald gasp. The huge thing in my hand jumped excitedly. I imdiately realized what it was.

At the sa ti, I felt Donald’s fingers dig a few inches deeper into my body.

“If you help , I’ll help you.”

Donald’s low, nasal voice made it impossible for to refuse him.

“Co, touch properly.”

I followed his instructions and rubbed his sex organ repeatedly. Donald must have been hard for a long ti. He was completely erect. He was already a little moist from the fluid that seeped out from his excitent. I could feel the coiled tendons on it. His heavy sex organ was in my hand, pulsing with life.

His thing was thick and long. I couldn’t wrap it with one hand and could only stroke it back and forth. I felt my palm burning and my face was a little hot. I almost forgot that Donald’s fingers were still in my body and was only focused on making him happy.

Donald’s fingers finally stopped playing with nastily. He gathered a few fingers together and quickly inserted and pulled them out, pressing them accurately on my sensitive area.

I kneaded his sex organ according to his frequency and strength. I felt the thing in my hand becoming more and more slippery, and there was a gurgling sound under my body because of Donald’s movents. We let out a satisfied sigh at the sa ti and reached an orgasm together.

“Stay here. You need to rest.” I was still imrsed in the aftermath of the orgasm and couldn’t speak. I could only nod.

For the next few days, I lay on this hospital bed and knew nothing about the outside world.

Other than the dical staff, the only person I saw every day was Donald. Donald ca at irregular tis, but he ca every day.

There were no phones here, no communication or entertainnt tools. In less than two days, I was driven crazy by boredom. The wound on my back had healed quite a bit. When I could get dressed and not have to lie on my stomach for twenty-four hours, I made a request to Donald to let go ho.

Donald was expressionless at my words. He didn’t say whether he agreed or not.

I was getting anxious. I grabbed his hand and said, “I’m almost healed. I don’t want to stay in the hospital. Let go back.”

“What do you think you’re doing now?” Donald asked .

“I’m recuperating, but I’m much better,” I replied.

“You are locked up here by .”

I was confused by Donald’s words and looked at him blankly.

Donald lifted my chin and said expressionlessly, “Do you think I’ll let you off the hook for sneaking out? Margaret, I won’t give you that chance again. Just stay here in detention. When this is over, I’ll bring you back.”

My mouth fell open in shock. Donald wants to keep locked up?! I finally realized what it ant to shoot myself in the foot.

“I, I can explain to you,” I said weakly. No matter what, I was in the wrong. It was difficult for to declare my stand to Donald as confidently as before.

Donald looked at without comnt. I had to bite the bullet and continue.

“I was wrong to sneak out earlier.

But I had a reason. Angel asked to patrol. And I’d always wanted to do sothing for the Pack. I thought I could do it. I was too rash. But you heard what Angel said. I didn’t do this alone. I just wanted to help the Pack in the beginning…”

As I spoke, I felt my words weaken.

No matter what reason I had, no matter how Angel played the ga, as long as I didn’t act on impulse and insist on competing with Angel, or if I wasn’t so arrogant as to think that I could really compete with the person who attacked , it wouldn’t end up like this. Whether it was my current injury or Donald’s anger, they were both consequences I should bear.

I secretly raised my eyes to look at Donald. As expected, Donald did not look moved. This made a little depressed.

He’s not unwilling to forgive , is he?

“Let go back. I know I was wrong. I won’t sneak out again. I promise. Please, Donald.” I hugged Donald’s arm and begged.

“Nothing you say will help.” Donald snorted and scratched my nose.