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

Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Obscure Figures

[Margaret’s Perspective]

I was indeed agitated by Angel’s appearance just now and lost all my rationality. However, as an Alpha, Armstrong, who was responsible for the life and death of the entire pack, actually followed me out. He should know that it was impossible for us to get back together. What exactly did he want? I really couldn’t understand him.

I looked at Armstrong’s figure. He was just a few steps ahead of me. We were in the woods together, and he was waiting for me in front. He was right. This was very much how we used to be. Even the way he looked back at me was very similar.

But, stop!

We were not what we used to be. The wind, soil, and leaves here were no longer what they used to be as time passed. The so-called sameness was only artificially created, and this meant nothing.

“What’s wrong with you?” Armstrong looked at me gently, just like before.

“I want to go back,” I said, looking down. “We shouldn’t have come out. I’m sorry, Armstrong.”

Armstrong walked closer to me. In the moonlight, his eyes were handsome. The scene was so familiar that I almost remembered how obsessed I had been with him.

“I just wanted you to be happy. I thought it would give you happy memories.”

Oh no, Armstrong must have deliberately used this tone. This was the tone I couldn’t stand in the past. Every time he did this, it made me feel like he was willing to give me the entire world.

I looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze.

“If this doesn’t make you happy, it’s my fault and I apologize. Let me take you back.”

Armstrong and I were very close. Under the moonlight in the dim forest, he must have sensed the ambiguous atmosphere, but being ambiguous with him was not what I wanted at all.

I took a few steps back and said, “Okay, let’s go back.”

I didn’t wait for his reply. I headed back the way I’d come.

I heard his footsteps behind me. Coming out to relax hadn’t solved anything, especially with Armstrong, and I was annoyed again at my stupidity. Talk about running away from shame being useful. The person who said it must be stupid. Running away was wrong in itself. It would only keep creating new problems.

Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound coming from the trees in front of me.

Someone was there!

I stopped in my tracks warily. Armstrong had obviously heard it too. He walked quickly to me and lightened his footsteps. He had the same vigilant expression as me. It was completely dark. Armstrong had already given the order repeatedly that no one should enter or leave the forest at will.?Who would appear here at this time?

Armstrong and I looked at each other and held our breaths. We hid behind a large tree and stared in the direction of the sound.

This wasn’t far from the center of the pack. Normally, the enemy wouldn’t be able to get through the layers of patrol to get here.?Could it be a spy? Is there someone in the pack working with the enemy??I felt my heart tighten as I thought of this possibility.

The rustling sound was getting closer and closer, and my nerves became more and more tense. Although I had always wanted to participate in the operation to protect the pack, I had never really been involved in a battle. Would the combat essentials that I learned in the morning come in handy? I subconsciously clenched my fists, but when I turned around, I saw Armstrong’s cold expression.

If only it’s Donald beside me now.

The thought came spontaneously to my mind. I was surprised by it.

Since when did the first person I thought of when I was in danger become Donald? I realized deeply that I really couldn’t leave Donald.

There were obscure figures up ahead. I pushed the random thoughts out of my mind. This was not the time to be romantic.

I observed Armstrong’s expression change from grim to suspicious. I also sensed that something was wrong. There were two people coming, and they had no intention of hiding their tracks. Whether they were enemies or secret agents did not make sense. I even vaguely saw a hint of pink between the branches.?Who would wear pink to the forest?

I was wondering why this pink color looked so familiar when the figures in front of me became completely clear.

It was Elizabeth. And Anthony!

Why are the two of them in the forest at this time?

I looked at Armstrong and suddenly wasn’t sure if we were stepping out from behind the tree. Armstrong, Elizabeth, and Anthony were too strange a combination. We seemed to have gone back to a year ago when the four of us went out together.

I saw Armstrong frown. He didn’t look like he had anything else on his mind. After seeing them, he had no intention of hiding anything and stepped forward. I had no choice but to follow him and meet Anthony and Elizabeth’s surprised gazes.