Chapter 2

I tried to reply to Donald in my head. Before I became an adult, I had never succeeded in talking to Armstrong telepathically. But now I felt like I could try again. In fact, from the moment I had Donald, I felt more powerful. All the things that I used to think I couldn’t do seemed less difficult.

I looked at Donald and wondered if he had received my message.

“Honorable Lycan King, I’ll take you to your residence in a while,” said Anthony.

“Tell Margaret to take me,” Donald said in a low voice.

I looked at him in surprise. Well, I didn’t want to be separated from him. I couldn’t bear to leave him, but I couldn’t live with him on the first day we met and became partners. I couldn’t do such a frivolous thing.

“Margaret!”

Elizabeth tried to speak. Donald’s authoritative gaze swept over Elizabeth, who immediately stopped talking. She looked at me helplessly. I had never seen such a look on her face. It was the first time I realized profoundly that she was my blood-related sister. She needed me at this moment.

I sighed inwardly. Elizabeth must be in a panic now. I was the one presiding over all the hospitality ceremonies. Without me, she would have no clue what to make of this mess. I thought I would take Donald to his room before I went back. Elizabeth was my sister, after all. I couldn’t leave her like this.

“Okay, I’ll take you there.” I looked up at Donald and mouthed ‘don’t worry’ to Elizabeth. I saw Anthony talking to her in a low voice. Oh right, she still had Anthony. He would definitely be able to arrange everything properly. Feeling a little relieved, I turned my gaze back to my mate.

For some reason, he looked unhappy. I thought perhaps he had received my telepathy and disapproved of my arrangements. But he held my hand tightly and used a lot of strength. I led him to the largest and most luxurious room. His entourage of werewolves followed behind. I looked particularly small among them.

Close behind us was a burly man with curly brown hair. He was very fit, with bulging biceps. His skin, a bronze color that had been exposed to the elements, made him look strong. He must be a good fighter.

He noticed my gaze and grinned at me.

“What are you looking at?” Donald’s displeasure was even more obvious.

“No, nothing.” I always felt ashamed of myself in front of Donald. I wondered if I really deserved him. When he pressured me, he made me feel exceptionally small.

Donald glanced at his subordinates behind him. I saw the man with curly brown hair instantly restrain his expression and become expressionless. A strange thought flashed across my mind.Is Donald jealous of him?As soon as this thought came to mind, Donald’s dark expression became less scary and even a little cute.

“We’re here,” I said, tugging at Donald’s sleeve.

Donald ignored me. I was standing there awkwardly when I felt a force lift me up. It was Donald!

Before I could scream, I felt Donald grab me around the waist. I was like a doll in his arms. He held me like this in front of his subordinates.

[Margaret’s POV]

My face burned red. Being carried into the house by Donald like a doll made me feel ashamed. I was like a person without dignity or soul. I was just something that belonged to him. But the person was Donald. Once I realized this, I felt another surge of heat in my stomach. My body ached for him.

“Hey, come on. Put me down.”

I struggled in his arms. Even though we were already inside the house, I wasn’t used to this. I’d rather walk on my own than be carried around by my mate.

Donald looked at me intently. Without blatantly ignoring my wishes, he gently placed me on the bed.

I looked at him, finding him charming.

My face flushed with shame and excitement, I fidgeted with the blanket.

“Why did you suddenly do this?”

I muttered.

“I don’t like you looking at him.”

Donald took my fingers off the blanket and pressed them to his lips.

“Looking at who?”

He began to suck my fingers. My eyes were completely on my fingers, watching them move in and out of his berry-colored lips. My mind was blank. I couldn’t process what I was saying anymore.

“You were looking at Elliot, weren’t you?”

Elliot? Who is that?I looked at him with blurry eyes and saw that he had finally spat out my fingers. My fingers were very wet and slippery. They looked exceptionally lewd. My face reddened.

He was pleased by my reaction and took a step back to admire my delirious look.

I finally came to my senses because of the distance between us.Is he talking about Elliot, the brown-haired man behind me?I couldn’t help asking the question I wanted to ask just now.

“Donald, are you jealous?”

“That’s right.” His voice was so deep, I felt immersed in it.

Donald leaned in again, and I felt a little nervous. But I was hot for him again, and I didn’t know what I was desperate for him to do to me. I wanted to have him completely, and I didn’t want us to make progress too quickly and lose the freshness. I wanted to give everything to Donald and let him make the decisions. I was willing to let him do anything to me.

His hand touched my face as if there was some magic to it. The places he touched heated up as if they had been lit on fire. It was comforting and calming. I was aroused by his touch. His hands were like catnip, luring me forward like a little female cat in heat. His pleasant scent was overpowering. I could feel Betty inside me stirring.

Donald’s hand stopped at last on my chin. His face was getting closer to mine, and I realized he was going to kiss me. I was breathing rapidly, trying to get more oxygen from the air before I suffocated.

I watched his handsome features come close to me. His grayish-green eyes were deep and focused. I could see my reflection in them. His eyelashes were feathery under the light, and his blond hair hung down the side of his face, highlighting his inherent nobility. From the moment he appeared in front of me until now, he had always been arrogant and domineering. However, his actions were extremely gentle, making me feel like I was an existence he cherished.

Our lips finally met in eager desire for each other.

It was the best kiss I had ever experienced.

At the thought that the person opposite me was Donald, my body felt numb and the feeling quickly spread throughout my body like sparks. We clearly hadn’t done anything, but I already felt a pleasure I had never felt before. A strong sense of satisfaction welled up in my heart, but it was not enough. I could do more. I kissed him more intensely. Donald’s lips were full and moist, and there were traces of his playing with my fingers earlier.

I felt Donald’s hand on the side of my neck, rubbing behind my ear. His lips were on mine, and our lips were rubbing against each other as if we were devouring each other. The slight itch between our lips made me crave Donald even more. That feeling spread to my limbs, making me addicted.

I took in Donald’s charming scent. He was so close to me, I could see him so clearly. His rich scent had a hint of cynicism in it, like a superior aphrodisiac. My lungs kept inhaling, making me dizzy.

I heard him gasp softly before he licked my mouth.

His tongue was hot and soft, like a dexterous snake slithering around inside. I felt my mouth melt from his touch, and I could hardly breathe. I had to put my hand on his chest to get some breathing space. Thinking I was going to struggle, he held my hand in dissatisfaction, taking more air from my mouth.

He seemed to treat me like a beautiful dish. He kept sucking my lips and using his tongue to sweep across every tooth. It was like an Alpha marking his territory. He repeated it until I stopped struggling and submitted to him.

[Margaret’s POV]

I didn’t know how long we kissed. It seemed like a century.

When we pulled away from each other, I saw that his lips were swollen and bright red. I was sure mine were the same.

His heavy breathing filled the room. We both knew what was coming, and it seemed a logical thing to do. He focused on me, his eyes dark and intense as he worked his way from my lips all the way to my neck, my collarbone, my chest, my waist, and then further down. I felt his big hand on my private part. I was ready.

“Donald…” I muttered.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I snapped out of it and realized what I was doing. I had wanted to send Donald to his room and go back to Elizabeth.

I tried to pull my gaze away from Donald. He was like a huge black hole that sucked all the rationality out of me.

I pulled away from him a little, trying to smooth the creases in my shirt. Even though it was a mess to begin with, Donald had been frantically groping my body when we kissed. It was only then that I realized the entire dress had been hitched up to my chest. It really looked like a rag now.

For a moment, the lingering lust, the shame of being toyed with, the embarrassment caused by my dirty clothes, and the inferiority complex in my heart merged together. I looked shyly at Donald. He looked very happy and looked at me with great interest. He seemed to have the intention of ignoring the knocking and continuing what we were doing.

“Someone is knocking on the door.”

“Do you really want me to open the door?” Donald teased.

I looked at myself, unsure if my image was suitable to appear in front of the person. As the Lycan King’s partner, it was too unbecoming of me to let others see me like this. But after what happened tonight, I probably didn’t have any dignity left. However, it was clearly inappropriate to ignore the person outside. I gritted my teeth and nodded.

“Alright, come in!” Donald ordered. His tone now was completely different from when he was talking to me just now. I felt my body heat up again. I patted my face to rein in my thoughts.

Then I heard a very familiar voice say, “Honorable Wolf King, I’m Alpha Armstrong of this tribe. I just came back from the neighboring tribe and want to report something to you.”

Oh my god, it’s Armstrong! Why is he back at this time?I thought to myself. I didn’t dare to imagine letting him see me here. Fortunately, Donald had already gone out to talk with him. From that angle, he shouldn’t be able to see me.

“Alpha Amstrong. Nice to meet you.”

“Something shocking has happened to the neighboring tribe. I think we need to be very vigilant. I think the Wolf King needs to understand the situation.”

“This is not a place to talk. Why don’t we go somewhere else?” I heard Donald say. He must have known I’d be embarrassed here. I was touched by his thoughtfulness.

“Ah, of course. Please follow me to the conference room.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll wait for you in the conference room then.” Armstrong sounded puzzled. I saw that he seemed to want to look inside, but he was blocked by Donald. Armstrong left quickly.