Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 206: Lycan That Rebelled in the Face of War

[Donald’s POV]

"Your Majesty, they’re trying to retreat!"

Christian’s warning voice rang out not far from me, and I turned to look at him, my wolf eyes filled with cold murderous intent, "Chase them down and try to capture them alive, don’t let them escape."

Upon my command, Christian immediately led his men in pursuit, and I quickly followed behind.

We all knew the movements of this group were extremely secretive and peculiar. If we didn’t cling to them now, it would still be difficult to find them later.

I did not allow such a significant threat to keep lurking around me. I had to bring Margaret back to the Palace and ensure the safety of the entire Silver Moon pack, which was my duty as her mate.

The enemy had been relentlessly pursued by my personal guard force, and now was the best moment to take them all alive. I watched Christian’s figure ahead and conveyed more orders to him through mind-link.

I still tried to reach Margaret through mind-link, but the messages I sent seemed to vanish like a stone in the ocean.

Miss Margaret had been missing for several hours now, and I didn’t know her current situation, but I wanted whoever was behind this to understand one thing: if Margaret suffered even a slight injury in the meantime, I would make them pay a hundred, a thousand times over.

The authority of the Lycan King could not be challenged by anyone, and as the future Lycan Queen, Margaret naturally deserved such privileges.

Still anxious about Margaret’s safety, I initiated a mind-link with Elliot, who must have found something, as he soon responded to my inquiry.

<Your Majesty, we have found some traces of Miss Margaret’s blood in the forest! I am currently leading the team there. Please be assured, Your Majesty, I will find Miss Margaret and ensure her safety.>

Damn it!

Since last night, I hadn’t sensed any trace of Margaret, but Elliot had found traces of her blood! Did this mean that my dear Margaret was now injured? Did she need me to rescue her? She needed me!

This thought rooted itself in my heart, and I looked up at the nearby battle, exhausting all my rationality just to barely force myself to stay here, to stay on the battlefield.

My warriors still needed me to issue commands, and I couldn’t leave just yet. As for Margaret, my beloved mate, I could only force myself to entrust her safety to Elliot, trusting completely in my Beta!

<Well done, continue tracking Margaret’s whereabouts. Notify me immediately of any developments.>

I stressed to be notified ’immediately’ about ’any developments’, believing Elliot understood my meaning, as he always knew me well.

<Yes, Your Majesty.>

The moment Elliot’s formal response ended, a barrage of Lycan cries of pain and roars erupted from deep within the forest ahead, signaling a new development in the battle. I quickly completed my shift and rushed there.

Christian, who had been leading the Lycan Army in pursuit of the enemy, was now lying on the ground covered with decomposing leaves, his face tormented by pain, having been successfully ambushed and knocked down.

I scanned the scene, quickly understanding the situation, and looked at the several Lycans eyeing me menacingly a few meters away. I let out an angry roar to the sky, then questioned harshly, "Why do this? What Benefits does betraying the Royal Family bring you?"

Recognizing one of the Lycans who seemed very familiar, I slightly narrowed my wolf eyes toward him, "You are one of Angel’s men. Where is she now? What do you plan by rebelling during battle? Do you realize what the consequences of betraying the Royal Family are?"

Because of the assault team Lycans’ sudden betrayal during the chase, the pursuit action was forcibly halted, leaving the Lycan Army, led by me, staring at these men, burning with the anger of betrayal by comrades and puzzled by their stance in the war.

Yet none of them answered my questions, just glared resentfully at me, then without looking back, they quickly sprinted away!

Watching their unhesitatingly fleeing figures, I understood they had long planned this, likely having scouted the terrain in advance.

"Chase them! Kill these traitors!"

"Kill!"

Hearing the angry cries of the surrounding Lycans, I voiced a stop to their actions, "Don’t follow. They’re just covering for those werewolves to retreat and trying to split our forces. They know this forest terrain well, and a blind pursuit would only make us more passive."

Only then did Christian awkwardly rise from the ground, reverting to his human form. Kneeling guiltily before me, he bowed his head and said sullenly, "I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I was too careless. I didn’t expect that the werewolves would have reinforcements, nor did I expect that those assisting them would be..."

He paused, his expression one of profound grief and pain.