Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 213: Help Elizabeth Get Rid of the People

[Margaret’s POV]

I pulled Elizabeth aside to a chair, poured her a cup of hot cocoa, and then spoke in a gentle voice, "Tell me, what’s wrong? Did Armstrong make you angry again?"

Elizabeth paused for a moment, then shook her head and said quietly, "No, it’s my own problem."

That was rare for her to admit. Without agreeing or disagreeing, I glanced at her, indicating she should continue.

"I don’t know how to deal with the problems between him and me. He’s my mate, but he doesn’t like me as much, which you should know, Margaret, I... what should I do?"

Maybe it was because we had shared a life-and-death experience these past few days, Elizabeth actually opened up to me about her and Armstrong. Before, that would have been nearly impossible.

Elizabeth might be a bit spoiled and willful, but her pride is no less than mine.

In her eyes, not being liked by her own mate must be an extremely embarrassing matter, especially given the past tender love between Armstrong and me, which made it even more of a loss of face for her.

Yet she still chose to confide and seek my help, surprising and delighting me.

Because this meant my little sister trusted me enough to open up her heart.

I fell silent for a while, then gently took Elizabeth’s hand, patting it comfortingly, "You say Armstrong does not like you that much, what about Anthony?" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Surprised that I mentioned another person, Elizabeth looked up at me.

"Do you think I can’t see what’s going on between you two? You’re my sister," I explained somewhat helplessly.

"I... There’s nothing between him and me, he’s just Armstrong’s Beta!"

"Is that so?" My questioning made Elizabeth quiet down, looking at me helplessly, like a harmless little rabbit that had lost its way.

I sighed lightly as I looked at her and then said, "Meeting a fated mate is a fortunate and happy event, it’s a werewolf’s instinct we have no reason to fight. But if this relationship keeps you unhappy, keeps you in constant turmoil and self-doubt, then you should reconsider it seriously!"

As I spoke, I touched her gaunt little face and continued, "When I say reconsider, I don’t mean you have to make a decision right now, but rather that you should completely open up your heart and listen carefully to what it really wants."

"You’ve grown up, Elizabeth, maybe it’s time to be a bit braver. Don’t be afraid, dad and I will always stand behind you to support you, you are still our Little Princess."

I said a lot, but Elizabeth just kept looking at me quietly, her eyes reddening, as if I were her only support at that moment.

I do like how my only sister depends on me, but sometimes, there are things that others cannot decide for her.

She must see clearly what’s in her heart and be braver too.

Elizabeth sat next to me silently crying. I comforted her for a while without saying much more, believing she must have taken my words to heart.

Night fell, and it was time to see her home. I also had to go back and meet Donald early.

We saw Anthony at the front door; he seemed to have been standing there for a long time.

I glanced at him, didn’t give him a chance to speak, just pushed Elizabeth through the door, and told her to take a good bath and rest easy.

Anthony seemed to sense something, bowed to us, and then turned to leave.

Watching the door to the room closing in front of me, I called out to Anthony in a low voice, "Give her some time. You’ve had a hard day too, and you’re still injured. Go back and rest now. There will be patrols and watch here tonight."

Anthony paused for a moment, then responded in a deep voice, "I understand, Margaret, thank you, I’ll be leaving now."

After Anthony left, I also had to go back to where I was staying with Donald. But just as I reached the door, I met Armstrong outside.

He looked very tired and paused when he saw me.

"Did you come back?"

"I brought Elizabeth home, she was with me for a while in the evening. She’s resting in her room now. If you don’t have anything particularly important, do not disturb her. Just go back and get some rest," I said, my manner of sending people off similar to before yet highly effective. Armstrong took a long look at Elizabeth’s room on the second floor, then turned back to me.