Chapter 46: Impassioned Imagination _ 1
[Margaret’s Perspective]
“Why are you guys here?” Armstrong asked.
“Well, after the two of you left this afternoon, Elizabeth said she wanted to learn about actual combat in the forest. I thought we wouldn’t encounter any danger just walking in the outskirts of the pack, so I brought her along,” Anthony explained carefully.
“You want to learn about actual combat?” I asked. I clearly remembered Elizabeth’s expression that afternoon when she said she would not let us waste time training her again. Moreover, in the past, she had always preferred all-night gatherings in the Pack House to stepping into the forest.
“I want to do something for the pack, too,” Elizabeth said softly as she released Anthony’s hand.
I looked at Elizabeth in surprise. She had changed out of the sportswear she was complaining about this afternoon into the familiar “princess” outfit.
A short pink skirt with an exaggerated bow at the waist and an off-shoulder, elbow-sleeve white top that revealed her collarbones and slender shoulders that she was proud of. Her blouse was barely held together by her breasts, and she had a pair of stilettos that were clearly not suitable for combat.
I had to say that Elizabeth looked sexy in this outfit, but she was obviously more suited to being entangled in bed than fighting on forest land.
Armstrong was looking Elizabeth up and down with a frown. I knew that he must be thinking the same thing as me. If I had to fight someone in this outfit, I might as well throw my life away.
But they were mates. Would Armstrong be psychologically calm and not jealous at all when he saw Elizabeth like this with Anthony? Would he have the urge to possess Elizabeth?
I changed my target to Donald and tried to imagine what he would do. He might carry me back and throw me onto the bed. Then he would never allow me to take a step out of the house again. Such a thought actually fired me up. My body might love Donald more than I did.
“That’s too unsafe. You shouldn’t be here,” Armstrong said to Elizabeth and Anthony.
“And why are you all here?” Elizabeth asked.
“That’s none of your business,” Armstrong replied stiffly.
“Why did you come to the forest? Did something happen to the pack again? Did you leave this afternoon to come here? Armstrong, why didn’t you tell me anything? I’m your mate, the future Luna. I have a right to know everything that happens in the pack,” Elizabeth said, one sentence after another.
“It’s not like that, Elizabeth. I went back to see Donald this afternoon and…” I suddenly didn’t know how to explain what happened next. “Anyway, I’m going back now. Let Armstrong explain to you.”
I took a step back, wanting to walk away from the three of them. This was between them. I shouldn’t get involved. What I wanted to resolve was my relationship with Donald and Angel.?Why does a third person have to come between two people who are obviously in a relationship??I thought irritably.
“Wait,” Armstrong said, turning his gaze to me. “Let Anthony take you back.”
I looked at the three of them and nodded.
Well, letting Anthony leave with me might allow Armstrong and Elizabeth to communicate better. I really hoped the two of them would be fine.
On the way, I looked at Anthony, who was walking beside me. I was rarely alone with Anthony like this. More often than not, we had a noisy Elizabeth with us.
“Speaking of which,” I began hesitantly.
“What?”
“Regarding Elizabeth, are you—” I couldn’t finish.
“Am I what?” Anthony smiled at me. He did look a little good when he smiled. At least, he was no worse than Armstrong. It was understandable if Elizabeth was enticed by such a smile. I still remembered how much Anthony doted on Elizabeth. He never refused anything she asked.
“You like Elizabeth. But she already has a mate, and he’s an Alpha,” I said quickly.
“I don’t know.” Anthony winked. “But it looks like someone over there is looking for you.”
He was avoiding the topic, but I couldn’t really interrogate him.
I followed his gaze and saw Elliot. Donald must have sent him to find me. I was already used to Donald’s extreme control over me. I walked over calmly and asked, “Where is Donald?”
“His Majesty is waiting for you in his room.”
I walked away quickly. I wanted to ask Donald about Angel. I didn’t want to be the bad guy here. At the same time, I would tell Donald about Armstrong. We shouldn’t get tangled up in each other’s past.
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