Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 202: Already brave enough

[Margaret’s POV]

Seeing Eric turn away to leave, I raised my hand to grasp Donald’s warm, large hand, and tried to comfort him in a soft voice, "Don’t worry too much, everything will be alright."

Donald lowered his gentle eyes to look at me, not saying much, as we both understood each other’s concerns and worries in this moment.

He was estimating the casualties of Lycans from the battle, while I was worried about the safety of our people in the Silver Moon Pack.

...

"Elizabeth, come here."

After listening to Anthony’s report on Armstrong and the pack with Donald, I let out a sigh of relief, straightened up, and waved to Elizabeth to sit down like me.

Elizabeth obediently sat beside me, her complexion still somewhat pale. I looked at her and asked with some heartache, "Have your wounds been bandaged? Don’t worry; we’ll be fine. Donald and I will protect you."

As if my words had struck a chord, Elizabeth’s eyes instantly reddened.

She suddenly reached out and hugged me tightly, sobbing, "I’m alright. But, you—do you know how worried I was about you just now? I shouldn’t have left you alone; I should have fought alongside you! Angel... she’s just a reckless madwoman!"

Hearing Elizabeth talk like this was rare, and I couldn’t help but smile helplessly, a mix of emotions filling my heart.

This girl was so naive and cute. She was never one to speak of fighting; she was truly scared these past few days.

"How could you have neglected me? It was I who asked you to call for help; that’s not your fault. You’ve been brave enough these past two days, very impressive. Stop crying now; there are so many people watching, aren’t you embarrassed?" I patted Elizabeth’s slender back and said with a shallow smile as I tried to comfort her.

"Let them look. I don’t have the energy to care about that right now; just being alive is already good enough."

Elizabeth lifted her head from my shoulder, her eyes still red as she looked at the tear in my bloodstained clothes. "Does it still hurt?"

Elizabeth was the second person to ask me if my wound hurt after the fight with Angel had ended.

Even though the wound had already healed without leaving any mark, it was still etched in the eyes of those who loved me, both Elizabeth and Donald.

I shook my head and lifted a hand to wipe away the tears from her face, "It doesn’t hurt. As long as you’re alright, that’s what matters."

Upon hearing my words, Elizabeth almost burst into tears again, leaving me utterly helpless. Turning my head, I caught Donald and Anthony looking at us.

Anthony quickly picked up on my ’SOS signal’ and stepped forward to comfort Elizabeth. He was always good at ’handling’ my sister and managed to lift the corners of her mouth with just a few words.

I was actually quite pleased to see these changes in Elizabeth. With the current instability in the Silver Moon Pack, she needed to grow through these events, which would be beneficial and harmless to her future sense of personal safety.

It was clear that Anthony shared my thoughts but his heartache was probably a bit deeper.

My gaze shifting from Anthony and Elizabeth back to Donald, I found him staring at me unblinkingly. I looked up at him, asking with my eyes: What’s wrong?

The reply was an unexpectedly tight, lift-off-the-ground princess carry.

The feeling of my feet dangling made me subconsciously wrap my arms around Donald’s neck, wondering why he had suddenly done that.

"After resting for so long, it’s time for us to move forward and meet up with Christian," Donald explained, as if he had seen the confusion in my eyes. "And another thing, stop looking at other men like that, no one is allowed."

Facing the Lycan King, who tended to get jealous over nothing, I couldn’t help but find him overly adorable.

Looking at Donald’s impeccable jawline, I nodded wisely with a smile, "Okay, I get it. Can you put me down now? I can walk by myself."

"Don’t move, baby, I just want to hold you like this," Donald said as he moved closer, his voice husky in my ear.

The warm breath from Donald as he spoke brushed against my sensitive ear, sending a shiver down my spine and causing my face to flush instantly as my mind uncontrollably replayed our recent passionate kiss.

But now was clearly not the time to dwell on such thoughts; I suppressed the wayward desires in my mind and let Donald carry me willingly.

Aside from a slight embarrassment at being watched by everyone, being held by Donald like this was truly comfortable. The sound of his heartbeat amplified in my ears through his broad, solid chest, inexplicably bringing me a sense of peace and security. I loved being close to him like this.

In the light of day, our group moved quickly through the forest, soon joining the main force. Only then did another weight lift from my heart.