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

Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Happy From the Heart _ 1

[Margaret’s POV]

I saw Donald. He did not look happy.

I didn’t know what happened.?Did something go wrong this morning, or did something terrible happen??I wondered. I regretted not changing into my dress earlier. I was wearing only a black T-shirt and jeans. I must be looking unattractive.

Donald was expressionless. His eyes were a little scary as he stared at me. I understood what Elizabeth meant. When Donald wasn’t smiling at me, there was something scary about him.

Or perhaps he had already realized that becoming my mate was a mistake and was starting to regret it.

The thought stopped me from walking toward him. I looked at him helplessly, wanting to do something to please him.

“Uh, do you want to have lunch together? Anthony is done.”

His expression darkened.?So it’s me??I thought.

But Donald was already walking toward me. No one in the house was talking.

All I could do was stare at the tall figure walking toward me.?He’s not going to reject me here, is he??I thought dejectedly. We’d been mates for less than 24 hours. I wondered if I was going to be rejected by him in front of my sister and Anthony. I was afraid I’d become the biggest laughing stock of our pack.

To my surprise, he picked me up.

I couldn’t help but feel excited at his touch.

“What are you going to do?” I asked quietly.

Donald just kept breathing into my body with his nose, as if he was taking in my scent to confirm my identity. I was tickled by his actions. Being held up like a child in front of my sister and Anthony also shamed me.

“Put me down, Donald.” I tapped his back without using much force.

Donald gave me a warning slap. I stopped moving.

I was hanging on to him like a sloth, my naked calves wrapped around his waist. I suspected that the slap he gave me had made my skin turn red. I was a little afraid that Donald would do something worse here.

“Aren’t you hungry? I want to eat.”

I saw Donald’s expression soften. He looked at Elizabeth and Anthony, who were dumbfounded. Then he pulled a long face and said, “Let’s go eat in your room and get them to send the food over.”

Donald didn’t give me a chance to argue. He turned to Elizabeth and asked, “Where is her room?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Elizabeth pointing upstairs. I groaned inwardly as Donald half carried me back to my bedroom.

Donald closed the door and sat in a chair, but he had no intention of letting go of me.

In my own familiar bedroom, a small, confined space, the atmosphere quickly changed.

“You panic every time you see me. Why?”

Donald ran his fingers over my lips. He really liked touching my lips. With his fingers. With his mouth. And with his part.

I blushed.

He seemed to know what I was thinking. I wasn’t good at hiding what I was feeling, and Donald was particularly good at reading my thoughts, especially in bed.

“You have very sexy lips,” he praised. “But why panic? Answer me, Margaret.”

I looked at him and wondered if I should say it.

“Tell me.” He deliberately used a bewitching voice. “We should be honest with each other. Tell me, what are you panicking about?”

“I—I have a reaction whenever I see you. I’m embarrassed,” I whispered.

This was so embarrassing. I didn’t want Donald to think I was promiscuous, but I didn’t want to lie to him.

I saw a moment of shock on Donald’s face. Then he laughed.

I didn’t think that was funny. The funny thing was, probably, that even his laughter made me weak. I could barely wrap my legs around his waist.

He looked genuinely happy. If my words made him happy, then they made me happy too. His influence on me was unbelievable. I would react differently to every look on Donald’s face.

“I…” I wanted to say something to defend myself.

But Donald pressed his lips to mine and stopped me.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Donald sounded amused. “We’re partners. You should let me help you if you need anything.”

I felt even more ashamed.

But Donald’s other hand was already there. I felt a force tugging at my denim shorts.

“I’m happy to help, Margaret.”

I gasped at his touch. I felt his palms pressing on my body, about to break through the barrier of the last layer of clothing.

Suddenly, Donald stopped moving. I saw him frown as he retracted his hands and put me on the bed.