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

Chapter 65: Dried Pink Water Mark _ 1

[Margaret’s Perspective]

I thought about it for a long time but couldn’t figure it out.

I held it up to the moonlight and saw a little pink light reflected from the bottom of the bottle. I carefully examined the direction of the light source and finally found a little pink water mark that had dried up. It was very light, but it was faintly visible in the bright moonlight.

This discovery excited me. If I could figure out what the pink water mark was, maybe I would find out what secrets Angel had.

And whatever that was, I would prove my worth to Donald. I would do the same things as the assault team. I knew I couldn’t tell Donald about this either. I didn’t want him to think that I was just messing around. I had to do something concrete to show him.

It was just that I needed to think about this at length. I needed someone reliable I knew to help me with my investigation.

I carefully put both items away in the depths of the drawer.

“Donald, I love you.”

I whispered to Donald. I was finally sleepy. I hugged Donald and fell asleep.

[Elizabeth’s Perspective]

I knew what Anthony was going to say to me when I saw the look on his face.

“Tell me, what did he tell you?” I asked, pretending not to care.

“Alpha said he’d sleep in the office tonight,” Anthony said.

I knew that Armstrong must have told him more than that. There must be a lot of things related to the pack. Things related to the Lycan King, patrol, and so on might only end with a sentence like “I won’t be going back tonight”.

Anthony knew what I wanted to hear, but he didn’t say anything. That meant Armstrong didn’t mention me at all. I really didn’t live up to being his mate.

Although this had been the norm with Armstrong and me for some time, I couldn’t help but feel depressed about it. My mate was the Alpha of the pack. I would have thought that was something to be happy about, but it wasn’t.

Armstrong didn’t care about me or love me. We did not exchange tokens and there was no ceremony. We only had a superficial relationship. He was Alpha and I was going to be Luna. I wasn’t even sure that would happen. I had attached a lot of importance to my Luna succession ceremony, but no one seemed to care about it except me.

“So we’d be staying here today.” I tried to hide my disappointment so it wouldn’t be obvious.

“I’ve already told the Alpha,” Anthony said, looking at me.

Okay, I knew I’d failed again.

Anthony could always read my emotions. It wasn’t so much that it was his ability, but that he was the only person in the world who was willing to spend a little time trying to understand what I was thinking.

My communication with Armstrong always had to be mediated by Anthony. It sounded strange, but it had to be so because I couldn’t grasp Mindlink well. I could receive transmissions from others, but I couldn’t transmit my thoughts fully to them.

It wasn’t a difficult skill, but I wasn’t willing to spend time learning it or other werewolf-related skills. I didn’t see why it had to be done.

Telepathy was convenient now. Why was he so stubborn about having to use the traditional method? As for fighting, I didn’t like anything about conflicts and fighting. My sister Margaret always said I didn’t look like a werewolf.

She was right, but that wasn’t what I had chosen either.

I wasn’t against being an ordinary human girl with no combat strength. That way, I could spend time every day dressing up and making myself beautiful. That was what I liked to do.

“Are you staying?” I asked Anthony, biting my lip.

“I’ll be here to keep you safe. It’s my responsibility.”

I saw Anthony lower his head. He wouldn’t meet my eyes. I could guess what he was thinking. Just as he could read my emotions, I could read his easily, but we both pretended they weren’t there. Anyway, his words did make me let out a long sigh.

I had gone back to live alone just to see Armstrong’s reaction, but my plan had failed. He didn’t care where I lived. Living alone in a house like this made me feel afraid. I wanted someone to accompany me.

I walked up the stairs alone. The stairs made a creaking sound that wooden floors produced over time. This house was filled with things I was familiar with. This once-disturbing sound was also one of the familiar sounds that comforted me now.

I took off my clothes, tossed them carelessly on the floor, and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over me.

I thought back to the man I had seen lying on the ground in the forest and still felt a pang of fear. I had never experienced these terrible things. Why did people plot and kill each other?

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