Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 199: Rest Up

[Margaret’s Perspective]

Donald frowned on the side and looked at me first. "You met Angel when you were with Elliot?"

I nodded, then remembered the Elliot thing.

"It was Elliot who covered Elizabeth and my retreat. We still don’t know what happened to him. Let’s go back and see."

"There’s no hurry," Donald muttered. "How long have you all been out? If Elliot was taken away by Angel and the others, he would have disappeared long ago."

Then Donald seemed to think of something. He shook his head and said, "If it’s Elliot, Angel won’t do anything to him. Their family won’t allow that to happen."

I glanced at Donald. Before, he had thought that Angel wouldn’t hurt me. Now, Angel had betrayed all of us. Would she really care about her family?

I no longer trusted Angel’s character. These days, I had learned to consider everything according to the worst-case scenario and prepare countermeasures for it. This way, no matter what happened, I would not be at a loss.

Donald seemed to have seen through my thoughts again. He pinched my waist helplessly and said, "This is different from your matter. It’s a little complicated to explain. However, there are also things among the royal Lycans that Angel has scruples about. There are some things that she can’t disobey. It’s precisely because of this that she has paid a huge price to make her current decision."

Donald’s face turned cold as he spoke.

Seeing that Donald didn’t want to talk about it, I didn’t want to ask anymore and changed the topic.

"So what do we do now? Elliot said earlier that the communication was broken because of the battle. Are you hurt?"

"Let’s rest here for a while. Eric, contact Christian and ask him about the situation over there. We’ll meet up with them first. Anthony, contact Alpha Armstrong and ask him to strengthen the rear. The enemy is very cunning. They set a trap in the forest to fight us."

After Eric and Anthony received the orders, they began to do their own things. The warriors who came with Donald also began to rest on the spot and perform simple medical treatment on some external injuries. Eric walked around and was the person with the most authority among them, other than Donald.

I felt that something was wrong. Although Donald gave orders as usual, he would usually personally negotiate with his subordinates. Why did he leave it to Eric and Anthony this time?

I sniffed with my nose. It wasn’t just Donald. The group of people behind him all smelled of blood to varying degrees. I noticed that although Donald didn’t look strange, his face was slightly paler than usual.

"Did you use up a lot of energy doing ’Being There’ to me just now?" I said anxiously. "I’m fine now. How should I do it? Teach me and let me pass my power to you."

"Come here." Donald pulled me to sit down on the side. He reached out and touched my shoulder. "Is this where you were injured just now?"

I followed Donald’s hand and pressed there. The area was already smooth skin.

I nodded.

"Was it very painful?" Donald asked, his heart aching.

"I’m fine." I lowered my eyes and said, "You’ve been asking me. What about you? You haven’t told me if you’re hurt or not. What you’ve been doing all day."

"We chose to go to war with the other side," Donald said.

That was something I’d known before, but that wasn’t my main concern right now.

I raised my eyes and looked at Donald. With my eyes, I told him what I wanted to know now. It was him. It was everything related to him. I wanted to know what he had been through for the past day and night and what price he had paid to come to me.

Donald must have hidden something from me. Otherwise, with his ability and wisdom, he wouldn’t have fallen into such a passive situation.

Perhaps Angel was right. All along, I had been a burden to Donald, making him put himself in danger repeatedly for me.

He was originally the high and mighty Lycan King. Everyone respected and loved him. He lived in the most luxurious house and enjoyed the most noble treatment. Now, he could only stay with me in this remote forest with enemies eyeing us from all directions.

"Why are you crying?" Donald reached out to wipe my tears and said nervously, "Are you injured somewhere? Let me see."

I reached out to touch my cheek and realized that tears were flowing from my eyes. I didn’t even know I was crying.