Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 203: Not Now
[Angel’s POV]
Suddenly, MASTER’s voice rang in my mind, instructing me to retreat.
I glanced at Margaret in front of me. This despicable, mediocre she-wolf had somehow developed the ’Being There’ ability with Donald, a very rare special ability among mates. How could Margaret be so lucky!
I couldn’t contain the jealousy and hatred swirling inside me. Margaret deserved to die.
MASTER’s angry voice brought back my sanity; I glared fiercely at Margaret, who, empowered by the immense strength shared by Donald, dared to provoke me.
I keenly sensed movements deep in the forest; Donald was coming with his men. I muttered ’damn it’ under my breath.
Although I was reluctant to let this bitch Margaret off so easily, MASTER was right. I couldn’t confront Donald directly at this moment; I had to leave immediately!
With that thought, I tensed my muscles, preparing to retreat, but Margaret, like a madwoman, lunged directly at me.
I dodged her attack with a agile sidestep, a flash of murderous intent crossing my eyes. This wench must have heard Donald’s mind-link and was trying to stop me.
I snorted disdainfully, planning to ’play’ with her a bit longer.
Without hesitating, I lunged back at her. Margaret quickly stepped back to dodge. My left-hand attack missed, and my right transformed seamlessly into a wolf’s sharp claw, aiming to tear this stupid, worthless wench apart.
While Margaret’s combat moves were crude and naive, her evasion was swift. My claws didn’t manage to tear her apart directly, but the few meters’ distance between us signified I had achieved my objective.
Margaret was still as foolish as before; even with Donald’s fearsome power within her, she was no match for me, neither in fighting skills nor in wisdom.
I looked at her and smirked sardonically, then without any hesitation, I completed my shift and vanished in the blink of an eye.
The battle with Margaret had drained some of my strength, but it wasn’t a fatal danger. I was just feeling a bit weary.
What really hurt me was Margaret’s sudden successful counterattack and Donald’s ’betrayal.’
In my wolf form, I sprinted to the edge of the forest, our prearranged rendezvous point with my Lycan subordinates. I shifted back to human behind an immensely thick tree and leaned against it, exhausted.
The physical drain and injuries made me tired. I leaned on the tree trunk. A few figures emerged from the bushes nearby. "You’re hurt? You can’t even beat that she-wolf?"
The speaker was a Lycan named Arthur, one of MASTER’s men. He was the one who had helped me capture Margaret and Elizabeth yesterday.
"So the former commander of the assault team, a big name in the Lycan king’s squad, is just this capable, huh! Angel, you seem much weaker than our master anticipated..."
"Have you said enough?" I looked up coldly, not really in the mood for idle talk with these Lycans, "I need to see MASTER. Where is he now?"
Seemingly choked by my icy demeanor, Arthur’s expression turned sour. If not for the wary Lycans by my side, I bet he would have rudely clashed with me directly.
Though MASTER’s subordinates seem very capable, each one is tough to deal with, necessitating absolute caution and care when collaborating.
"Hmph." Arthur snorted unwillingly but eventually responded to my question, "The master will meet you, but not now. We have other tasks to do now. Come with me, dear Angel."
I looked at Arthur quizzically and asked coldly, "What do you mean? I’ve done everything I was supposed to. What ’task’ does MASTER have still?"
I looked around at the Lycans nearby as my brow slowly furrowed, "My team members have all been injured to varying degrees. We need treatment and rest, not some damn continued tasks!"
"Also, during the recent fight, your men didn’t give their full effort. You think I don’t know that? Do you take us for idiots to be used at your convenience?"
"Arthur, the task you mentioned was assigned by MASTER, right? So you think you can deceive and use us? Aren’t you being overly naive?"
