A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 32: The Real Beast

Michael looked down at his hand, which I was holding. He seemed to have calmed down a little. He stared at me with his dark brown eyes. I hugged him, and his expression softened. He nodded arrogantly and said, “Go ahead.”

I turned around and saw my sad parents behind me. I felt sad too. I smiled and hugged them. I felt my mother’s tears wet my shoulders. My father patted me on the back. I tried not to cry.

I didn’t know when Michael would allow me to return. I couldn’t leave my parents with the last memory of me being sad. They would be sad when they thought of me.

“I’m leaving,” I whispered. “Don’t worry about me.”

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Michael would not let me live as free as before for the rest of my life. Obviously, there was still a long way to go, and we needed to find a way to get along.

But that would take time. Until then, I probably wouldn’t be able to visit my parents and go wherever I wanted. I wouldn’t be able to decide, but I could try to change it with my power. Michael wasn’t a bad person after all. I hugged my mother and kissed my parents goodbye.

From the corner of my eye, I saw that Michael’s patience was running out. I had to let go of my parents’ hands and look at them longingly.

Michael said hoarsely, “Is that all?”

I walked back to Michael and nodded. I took his hand and comforted him. He did look a little better, which amazed me.

Yesterday, I thought he looked like a child, but he sometimes behaved like an absolute beast, angry and easily appeased. He seemed to calm down quickly with a bit of tenderness and kindness, which gave me confidence that I could handle him.

Michael didn’t give me any more time. He took me by the hand and walked out the door. A group of men in black followed us. Outside was the black sedan I’d seen yesterday. Michael’s car wasn’t Sasha’s flashy one, but it had a humble sense of luxury.

I followed Michael to the side of the car and was about to open the door, but Michael moved faster behind me and shoved me into the back seat. I almost rolled into the back seat. His car was spacious and functional. Michael followed me in and slammed the door.

He glared at me, his eyes glowing more gold than I had ever seen them before. He was a beast. Michael had a dangerous air about him that made me want to run away, an animal’s instinctive fear of something higher up the food chain.

However, my mate connection with Michael greatly overshadowed the fear. Michael’s delicious scent made me feel that he was extremely sexy at this moment.

Michael was like a dangerous, charming, powerful, and seductive beast to me. My heart wavered between running away from him and giving in to him. I couldn’t control my rapid breathing.

“Go home,” I heard him order.

The driver in front didn’t dare stall. He quickly started the car and drove to Michael’s house.

In the car, Michael’s eyes were locked on me. I looked out the window. I didn’t want to look at him. I saw my parents standing by the door, looking into the distance. I saw their figures getting smaller and fainter before they disappeared completely.

I knew I had left my home, and I didn’t know when I would be back. I avoided thinking about it to keep my tears from falling uncontrollably.

I didn’t try to get close to Michael. I had just given him a reprieve, but that was no longer necessary. I was completely in his hands again, completely under his control.

I was tired of this, and I was now very homesick and wanted to go back to my parents. I even began to miss my high school days when I was unknown and unpopular. But at least I was able to stay with my parents and was free to go anywhere. I didn’t experience any mate conflicts.

We soon arrived at Michael’s house, and without any further discussion, Michael dragged me roughly through the door, and I allowed him to drag me along with him in a self-deprecating manner, neither submissive nor defiant.

As we entered the door, I saw Sasha sitting nervously in the living room, and when she saw us, she immediately stood up. She was a little pale, unlike the high-spirited person she was when we first met in the morning.