Chapter 64: Back to Where I Live
[Margaret’s Perspective]
I saw Donald frown. This action of his did not affect his noble, god-like aura, but it brought out a little bit of mortal aura. Even the omnipotent gods would be troubled by some small matters. This combination of auras made me feel that he was extremely sexy.
“Are you still troubled because of Angel?” Donald looked at me and asked seriously.
The question stumped me.
Of course, I didn’t like Angel. However, to say that she was making things difficult for me was a little far-fetched. The person Donald loved was me. So far, Angel hadn’t done anything overboard to me.
“If you’re really troubled,” Donald muttered, “I can ask her to go back.”
I looked at Donald. His gaze was as calm as water, and I couldn’t tell his emotions. However, I knew that he didn’t mean it. He was just taking my feelings into consideration.
Now that the Silver Moon Tribe was beset with danger, letting go of Angel, who was obviously a good fighter, would put our pack at greater risk. I wouldn’t ignore the big picture. If someone got hurt because of my personal insecurity, I would definitely die of guilt.
“I’m not troubled. I’m just a little envious of her.” I revealed what I was thinking. “She grew up with you, and now she has the chance to stand by your side while I can’t do anything. I want to do more for my mate.”
“Did Elliot tell you all this?” Donald asked.
“He only told me when I asked him along the way,” I lied. I didn’t want Donald to be upset with Elliot because of this. “I want to know about things concerning you.”
“You can ask me. I’ll tell you anything I can.” Donald looked at me gently and said, “You’re never like her. No one can replace what you can do.”
“What about what she does? Can I do it?” I asked gently.
Donald took my hand and shook it. Our eyes met.
“You can, but I don’t want you to do that.”
I knew our conversation would lead nowhere again.
I remembered what Angel had just said with contempt. “All you can offer is the benign value that any female wolf or even a beast can provide.” Even though I knew that was not the case, and my bond with Donald had deepened over the past few days, I was still hurt by such words.
Donald and I were attracted to each other. Whether it stemmed from the physical attraction between mates or whatever, our love was sincere. Love was pure. It shouldn’t be measured by all kinds of standards.
Moreover, I had a vague feeling that there were other secrets about Angel. Was her obsession with Donald really as Elliot had said? Did she want more from Donald?
Donald didn’t want me to get too involved, so I had to find the answers in my own way. I would guard our relationship without relying on Donald’s strength and clear the obstacles in our path.
I smiled at Donald, pressed myself against his chest, and hugged him.
“When this is over, I’ll take you away, back to where I live,” Donald said. “Once this is over, no one will disturb us. No one will cause you to worry, Margaret. I promise you.”
“I believe you,” I said.
In the darkness, through the moonlight, I looked at Donald’s sleeping face. From his forehead to his lips, I looked down inch by inch, painting his handsome contours in my heart.
He did look a little tired. He had been busy with everything since he arrived at our pack. I sighed, but I wasn’t sleepy. Actually, I had been busy all day. From sparring with Elliot in the morning to coaching Elizabeth in the afternoon, and another emotional roller coaster at night. But my mind was on other things.
I tentatively touched the bridge of Donald’s high nose with my fingers. He didn’t react. He looked like he was asleep. I rolled over and got up to sneak two things out of the bedside table. They were the patrol token Angel had given me, and a small exquisite bottle. I played with the token in my hand and focused my gaze on the small bottle.
There was no sticker or sign on it. The whole bottle was less than an inch tall and not even as thick as my pinky. It was rubber-sealed and empty.
This was what I found on the floor of the room after Angel left.
As I picked it up, I remembered the faint sound of something falling when Angel was talking to me. I assumed that it had fallen out when she took out the token. I turned the bottle over and over in my palm. It was completely drained. There was no residue at all. It looked like it contained some kind of liquid, but it had been used up.
But why was Angel, the commander of an assault team, carrying this small used bottle around?
She could have just thrown it away after use. Why did she leave this bottle behind?
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