Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate

Chapter 29: The Inevitable Results _ 1

[Margaret’s POV]

When Donald pushed me down onto the grass, all sorts of confusing thoughts raced through my mind before condensing into one—we still hadn’t escaped this.

And a remorseful thought. If that was the case, why did we have to come out? If it was meant to be this way, I’d rather be in the house than on the grass in the wild.

But it was too late to say anything now.

The grass on this side was really tall. When I lay down, I saw that the grass was taller than me.

Donald’s arms were on either side of me. His tall frame covered almost everything I could see. All I could see was his chest rising and falling from his breathing. I could feel his hot, masculine scent.

The grass beneath me felt prickly. My dress was thin, not enough to cushion the impact. I felt the tip of the grass prick my skin through my clothes. It was itchy and slightly prickly.

All my senses seemed to be magnified infinitely. My naked arms and legs were numb from the pricks of the grass, which quickly spread throughout my body. I couldn’t help but twist my body. I felt uncomfortable, but it was useless. The numbness in my body seemed to be getting stronger.

I didn’t know when my hair had become undone, but my carefully styled hair was now scattered across the grass, and some of it brushed against my face. It tickled. I looked up slightly and hooked my arms around Donald’s neck. This was better.

I saw the wind ruffling my flaxen hair, tangling with Donald’s.

I’d never liked the color of my hair. It wasn’t golden like Elizabeth’s. Most of the time, it was like a clump of dry autumn grass.

Did I have something to say to Donald previously?

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What problem should we solve?

I thought hazily.

I knew my rationality was starting to crumble all over again. Betty was starting to clamor inside me. She never wanted Donald’s wolf in the first place. It was easier to be driven by desire at times like this. And I’d be influenced by her, to a large extent.

From this angle, I could see my situation with Donald more clearly.

My dress was pushed up to my stomach. Donald had one arm propped up by my side and the other was constantly exploring my body. Wherever his fingers went, they made me shudder.

Donald’s head was buried in my chest, rubbing and sucking my breath.

I looked down at him and saw his blond hair refracting in the setting sun, almost translucent.

Well, he looked a little like a puppy.

No, this was an imposing golden retriever.

I couldn’t help but kiss his golden hair. Donald looked enticing and beautiful like a handsome god, but at this moment, he was leaning on me and indulging in me. I suddenly felt a sense of pleasure.

Donald looked up. His eyes were full of animal lust.

I moved closer to his face and kissed his eyes, his eyelashes, his nose, and then his lips.

We pressed our lips together and bit each other, wanting to devour the other person.

I felt Donald’s fingers working their way down to where they ended up. It was wet there.

I looked at him. I felt I was ready. I loved Donald. What we needed to do was what all couples and people who loved each other should do.

“Ah!!! Howl—”

A shrill cry suddenly broke the charming atmosphere.

I felt Donald stop abruptly.

It was a werewolf scream. And it was close.

Before I knew what was happening, I saw Donald’s expression turn very cold. He quickly pulled down my dress, helped me straighten my clothes, and ran to the center of the camp with me in his arms.

A terrible thought rushed into my mind.

There was an attack just now! In our Pack!

Donald was fast. I could see the scenery on the side of the road flashing back several times as fast as we came.

Who was attacked? Could it be someone I know? What were the people who attacked us doing? Will they continue to attack our pack?

Numerous questions flashed through my mind. I wanted to ask Donald, but I saw a hint of white in his gray-green eyes. I knew that he must be having mind-link with someone.?Is it with Elliot? What are they discussing? Can I help?

If there was really an attack just now, what are we doing now? Shouldn’t we hurry over and see what happened? Why is Donald walking towards the center of the camp?

I didn’t have time to sort through all of this. We were already at the entrance to the cafeteria when Donald put me down. It was only then that I realized how many people had seen him holding me all the way here.

This belated sense of shame didn’t linger in my heart for long. I saw Elliot and Armstrong, who were also walking over with serious expressions, as well as Elizabeth and Anthony, who came out of the cafeteria with blank expressions.

“You all know?” Donald said.

Elliot and Armstrong nodded.

“I’ve already called the nearest person over,” said Armstrong.