Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 238: Guard Team casualties

[Margaret’s POV]

I had just been unreasonably venting my pent-up emotions at Donald, and while I could bear to see that out-of-control side of myself when facing my mate, I still felt somewhat embarrassed if a stranger were to see it.

The plan was as childish as a three-year-old’s.

Donald, keenly aware of my thoughts, glanced at Ruth, whose presence was almost negligible, and a tender smile slowly spread across his eyes, "Feeling shy now? You weren’t embarrassed when you were crying with me earlier."

As he spoke, he leaned in to kiss me and continued in a hushed voice, "Don’t be shy or embarrassed; I like it when you vent your emotions to me. It means you recognize me as your closest, most trusted person. I like that. Margaret, I love you."

Donald seldom opened up like this, and I was almost surprised as I opened my eyes to look at him, but I quickly ’drowned’ in his gaze which held only me.

I tilted my chin up to kiss him back, not caring anymore whether Ruth was watching. She hadn’t made a sound from the beginning, but eventually, it was Benjamin and his companions, concerned about Donald’s injuries, who disrupted the hard-earned peace and intimacy between Donald and me.

"Your Majesty! Are you... are you alright? I apologize for interrupting you and the Lycan Queen, but we need to tend to your wound first," Benjamin said.

Perhaps it was seeing Donald and me together as he opened the car door that caused Benjamin to stutter a bit before he continued his speech.

I slightly pulled away from Donald, not looking at the Lycan King’s somewhat teasing gaze, and said directly to Benjamin, "Let’s do it, Benjamin. I can be your assistant."

As I spoke, I got up and brought the medical kit from inside the motorhome, watching as Benjamin began treating Donald’s wounds.

Donald’s shoulder was smeared with blood, looking quite gruesome. I frowned deeply, feeling incredibly distressed as it seemed Donald always got hurt saving me, just like the time when Angel got hurt, and now again.

"How is it? Is the injury severe? Just tell me if there’s anything I need to do," I asked Benjamin.

Benjamin’s expression was somber, but not overly worried or grave, which probably meant it was not too serious.

But at that moment, I had lost most of my rationality to ponder over this question, and I was just full of worry and sympathy for Donald.

"His Majesty’s injury isn’t severe; the Lycan Queen doesn’t need to worry too much. The hit didn’t damage his muscles or bones; he just needs to take his medicine and rest well," Benjamin responded.

Upon hearing Benjamin’s reply, some of my unease dissolved. I handed over the antiseptic and pain relief medications. As I looked at Donald’s somewhat pale face, I murmured, "That’s good, I will make sure he takes his medicine and rests well."

After helping Donald change into clean clothes, I remembered to ask Benjamin about the situation outside, "How are the Guard Team’s casualties? Louis isn’t hurt is he? And that Lycan who was pounced by the tiger? Oh right..."

I paused briefly, then looked at Benjamin and continued gravely, "What about Jack? Is he still alive? I only saw him lying in a pool of blood, his hand..." His hand had been eaten by that beast.

I didn’t finish the last sentence, just tightened my hold on Donald’s hand. Jack was the Lycan driving us today and had been the first one attacked by the beast.

Actually, I am very afraid of seeing people around me get hurt and bleed. A young Lycan I’ve spent just half a day with made me this upset; I can hardly imagine how I would react if something similar happened to Donald! I might simply go mad.

"The Guard Team lost three Lycans: Jack, Leon, and Tony, who was unfortunately hit on the head by a falling rock. Everyone else also sustained various degrees of minor injuries. Fortunately, His Majesty has now joined us, his brought Lycans should suffice to protect us for the remainder of our mission," Benjamin explained.

Thinking of that Lycan who had been hit by the beast right in front of us, my mood became heavier. I closed my eyes and observed a half-minute of silence, then holding Donald’s hand, I said solemnly, "Let’s take them home. The weather in Starry Ravine is too harsh all year round. I’m afraid they won’t see the sun rise here."

Donald quietly listened to Benjamin’s report, and a flash of anguish passed through his eyes. He looked at me and nodded, agreeing with my suggestion.

He gripped my hand a bit tightly, which calmed my heart some. I glanced sideways at Benjamin and at Louis and Anthony waiting outside the motorhome, then spoke in a gentle voice, "Let’s get ready to leave. We can’t afford to stay overnight in Starry Ravine; it’s simply too dangerous."

If I can help it, I would never return to this place.