A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 28: Forced Entry

I saw the figure walk in.

He was so tall, his every move was made with arrogance, and he was so domineering that he entered someone’s house without being invited or permission. He seemed to look down at everyone under his nose and demanded that everyone obey him.

I didn’t expect Michael to be here so soon.

I stepped forward and pulled my parents behind me. I forced myself to look him in the eye. He looked down at me. I couldn’t see any emotion in his eyes, but I could feel that he was angry.

I stood in front of him, which seemed to anger him again. I felt my internal organs twitching under his gaze, but I couldn’t move away. My parents couldn’t stand against Michael. I was his mate no matter what. He wouldn’t do anything to me. I was confident.

“You’re just standing there. Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Michael asked slowly.

He was very polite, but I smelled danger. I broke the agreement that we made in the morning. I didn’t think Michael only wanted to come over and have a cup of tea or coffee with my parents. I could accept the consequences of my mistakes, but I couldn’t implicate my parents.

“What do you want?” I asked, looking at Michael warily.

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“If you won’t let me in, then come with me now,” Michael said, not answering the question.

“I want to stay here for a while longer.” I raised my objection.

I wasn’t his prisoner. I started to regret my agreement with him in the morning. I had already promised him that I would go back at night. During the day, I should be free to go wherever I wanted to go.

“Now, come back with me.”

If Michael took me away now, my parents would start imagining things and worrying about me.

“Just a little while more. You stay out here for a little while, and I’ll come back with you, okay?”

I tried to negotiate with Michael, but he seemed to have lost his patience.

Michael took another step forward. Our bodies were almost touching, and his step forward exposed the people behind him. I saw many people standing behind him, wearing the same black uniform. I began to feel afraid.

What was Michael going to do? He wasn’t going to arrest us all for such a small thing, was he? My knees started to tremble. I even started to think, if Michael did that, would I still have a chance to beg for his forgiveness now?

But why would I do that? We’re mates. I didn’t break any laws. I didn’t even do anything wrong. I only broke a small part of the morning’s agreement. Why did Michael have to do this?

Suddenly, I felt my body lift. Michael lifted me in front of my parents.

He was holding my legs. I felt his hand resting dangerously on my butt. I lay on his shoulder, not daring to move. I saw my parents’ shocked expressions from the corner of my eye. They made way for Michael. The men in black behind Michael followed.

Michael looked around the room, threw me onto the living room sofa, and sat down next to me.

What a rude b*stard!

I glared at Michael. It was his first smile since he had arrived. Then, I tensed up again.

I kept rubbing my stomach. When he lifted me up, my stomach had landed on his shoulder, and I suspected that his hard shoulder bones bruised it.

Michael glanced at me before rubbing my stomach with a cold harrumph.

I pushed his hand away and stared at the patterns on the carpet angrily.

“I came here today to discuss with you about something,” Michael said.

My parents sat down on the sofa, looking a little uneasy.

The men in black surrounded us as if it was a crime scene. This made me and my parents feel uncomfortable. Only Michael looked at ease.

“Uh, what does Your Highness want to say to us?” It was my father who spoke. My mother, who was beside him, seemed just as puzzled.

I looked at Michael and wanted to know what he planned to say. Michael was still wearing the suit that I saw him in this morning. His well-tailored trousers accentuated his slender legs. He was wearing a pair of shiny leather shoes. At this moment, Michael had taken off his suit jacket, leaving only a white shirt, the top two buttons were unbuttoned, and the meritocratic, lazy patrician air of business was part of him. I averted my eyes from the bare skin of his chest. I didn’t want to get carried away on a serious occasion like this.

But Michael noticed my gaze, and he casually put his arm around my shoulder. I glared at him, and he noticed my provocation, and this time he really smiled and looked at me meaningfully.

From an angle that my parents couldn’t see, he slid his finger over my shoulder, twirling unsteadily around the straps of my underwear.

I couldn’t believe he was doing this in front of my parents, but it was as if an electric current had struck me from where his fingers were. It quickly spread throughout my body. I shook my body as I tried to break free from his grip.