A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 155 - Throwing A Tantrum

Chapter 155: Throwing A Tantrum

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Of course, he wouldn’t be as foolish as Robert to abandon his mate. He was the Lycan Prince of the royal family, and he was born to have many people. As long as he didn’t mark me, he would always have the power to mark others.

He could find a suitable royal Lycan any time, mark her and make her a princess. It couldn’t be simpler, and now, Michael had Joanna at his side as a choice.

I tried to calm my emotions. “If you want to mark Joanna, I can stop being the third wheel. You can reject me. My body can take it.”

“What did you say?!” Michael roared at me.

He put his hands on my shoulders and stared at me.

I saw the fire in his eyes, and I took it to mean that he was angry because I had seen through his thoughts. My heart was filled with desolation.

“You want to run away from me, don’t you? I said I could let you go to school. I’ll give you the freedom you want. I’ve already made concessions for you repeatedly. Why do you have to leave me?”

The bones in my shoulder were hurting from Michael’s strong fingers. I tried hard to break free from him, but I couldn’t.

“Let me go! Let me go!” I shouted at Michael.

Before I realized it, my voice was starting to crack.

No matter how strong I pretended to be, I still felt misunderstood. I was the one who was hurt, and the violent one was always Michael. But Michael always acted as if he was the one who was making concessions in the relationship. Our communication was aggressive and ineffective.

Michael hesitated for a moment when he heard the sobbing in my voice. Then, he let go of me. His hand was in the air. He seemed to want to hug me but didn’t know where to begin.

But I didn’t notice. My heart was filled with negative emotions.

I got out of bed, grabbed a random piece of clothing, and tried to walk out.

I didn’t want to be here anymore. The smell of Michael and me were everywhere. The smell that had made me so happy and sweet a quarter of an hour ago made me want to run away.

Just as I was about to reach the door, I heard hurried footsteps behind me. I quickened my pace, but Michael was even faster. He caught up with me like a gust of wind. Then, he held my hand, trying to turn the doorknob.

I moved my wrist, and as expected, I couldn’t escape.

I looked up at Michael emotionlessly. “Let go,” I said

Michael frowned at me. “What are you getting at?”

I bit my lip and looked at Michael. I didn’t know how to explain that I wasn’t getting at him. I felt like my brain was a mess and needed to be alone.

When I was angry with Michael, my body was filled with all kinds of anger and intense emotions. But this time, it was different. I felt a sense of powerlessness and exhaustion from the inside out.

Maybe the word depressed was more appropriate.

Every word Joanna said to me echoed in my mind. I didn’t want to believe her, but the truth seemed to tell me that she was right. I even felt like a clown, trying to get flowers and applause from the audience, but I could only make the audience laugh.

I remembered how I felt when I knew I was Michael’s mate.

I thought it was all so strange that I, an ordinary werewolf, could become a mate with the Lycan Prince, a noble and mighty member of the royal family.

It must have been some joke or reason that I had initially rejected the relationship. Then, something changed in me, and I began to look forward to the relationship and imagine myself as Michael’s mate in all sorts of situations.

It was Michael himself who told me that I belonged to him, and he belonged to me.

It was fake. It was all fake…

I felt like my head was about to explode.

Michael was still holding my hand and wasn’t trying hard, but I felt like the parts of our skin that were touching were burning like fire. This made me feel highly uncomfortable. I wanted to break free from Michael.

Michael sensed my struggle. He didn’t continue to hold me. Instead, he slowly loosened his grip on my finger. But his hand was still on the door handle. It seemed that he didn’t want me to leave.

“Do you want to lock me up again?” I stared at his hand and said.

“What? I’m not!” Michael looked annoyed, too. He stood between me and the door, not making a move, but neither did he move aside.