A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 124 - The Strange Blonde

Chapter 124: The Strange Blonde

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

I refocused my attention on the blonde. I had to say, after what happened with Alison, I had a natural aversion to blondes.

But this woman’s temperament was very different from Alison’s. If Alison was the kind of shallow, beautiful little girl, then this was a mature woman with a feminine touch.

I had never seen her before, and her scent was foreign. But her sapphire blue eyes were enough to attract everyone’s attention. Her skin was healthy, smooth, and glowing.

She was, without a doubt, a royal Lycan. She was smiling slightly, not in arrogance but in pure confidence.

I frowned slightly, not knowing who this person was or what she was doing here.

She noticed Michael and me too, but her gaze just passed by me without emotion and then fixed on Michael, and her smile widened.

I felt Michael’s arm tighten around me, and then I saw her stand up.

She walked past Sasha and went straight to Michael. Then, she hugged Michael’s neck and threw herself into Michael’s arms. At the same time, she let out a pleasant laugh.

“Michael, long time no see. I have missed you so much!”

I looked at her actions in a daze and turned to look at Michael.

Michael did not respond to her hug. Instead, he was still holding my hand. However, he did not look relaxed and happy like he had when he followed me downstairs. Instead, his expression was ice-cold.

Who was this woman? Why did she throw herself into Michael’s arms?

My brain went blank for a moment. I was unable to give any response.

......

“Joanna?”Michael asked.

His voice seemed to contain ice shards that could freeze a person. However, the blonde woman was completely unaware. She buried herself deeper into Michael’s chest, where I had just leaned against.

I felt my body recover from its stiffness. Blood coursed through my veins again. A wave of anger rose from my body. This woman was provoking me. Michael was my mate. He was mine!

“Get out of here!” An angry roar exploded through the space.

My attention was focused on the woman clinging to Michael. After a few seconds, I realized everyone was looking at me. Then, I realized that I had just let out that roar.

I was still staring at her, Joanna, as Michael had just called her.

My eyes were burning with anger. How dare she put her hands on Michael and touch him shamelessly. I heard Mia’s roar inside me. She and I realized the same thing. This incredible man was mine. No one could touch him.

My mate.

The word echoed in my head repeatedly, and it had never given me such a profound feeling before, and it was deeply rooted in my heart. My thought now was to prove by all means that my mate was mine, and I wanted to go back to bed with Michael, even though we had just gotten out of bed, and I needed this physical contact with Michael.

Mia was more eager than I was. She was almost impatient to take over my body. She waved her claws at Joanna. It was a werewolf instinct to take possession of our mates. We were resistant and jealous of any member of the opposite sex who approached our mate.

At that moment, I suddenly understood what Michael had done to me.

He kept insisting that I was his. At first, I thought it was just his control issues, but now I realized he was right.

That was what a mate was like. Michael realized before I did that I was his, and he was mine. We were inseparable.

I had been stuck in Robert’s false and failed relationship for so long that it hurt my perception, and I didn’t realize it better. Due to my ignorance, Michael made a lot of concessions for me.

And now, as Michael had said before, I was ready to accept him, I was becoming a royal Lycan. So I began to feel possessive of Michael, and I began to feel anger toward everyone who approached him from the inside out.

Why was that b*tch’s hand still on Michael?!

There was a stifling silence in the room.

Everyone’s eyes were on the three of us. Sasha’s wide-mouthed surprise replaced her displeasure. I felt like she was looking at me with even a hint of... admiration? Even Samuel, invisible all this time, looked up at us.

To my surprise, Michael’s eyes were also on me.

He didn’t even look at Joanna, who was holding him. Damn it, the woman’s hand was still on him, but Michael’s eyes were on me.