A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 157 - A Sleepless Night

Chapter 157: A Sleepless Night

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I had my doubts about what Michael was doing. I claimed Michael didn’t trust me, but I started today by not trusting Michael.

I started to realize that whether my doubts were genuine or not, what was happening was something Joanna would have liked to see happen. The results were only in her favor, and I still had the damn right to doubt Michael.

But…

Once the seed of doubt was planted, it was hard to erase it, and I still couldn’t figure out why Michael wouldn’t mark me. Michael’s anger made me feel his disappointment in me, and because of the mate connection, I could sense some of his emotions.

What I had done today had angered him, and he needed to let it out. But instead of letting it out on me, he left. The same thing happened on our last date. He was unhappy, but he controlled his emotions.

All of this made me feel guilty and confused.

On the one hand, I was happy that Michael didn’t vent his anger on me; on the other hand, I felt that it was another level of distrust.

He wouldn’t share his emotions with me or let me see his true side, and I was completely transparent with him, leaving everything to him.

Our relationship was unbalanced from the beginning until now. I was inferior to Michael in terms of external factors, status and wealth; deep down, Michael never saw me as an equal.

He always treated me as a superior and protected me in his way, but he never showed his issues to me. This made me extremely helpless in the face of his problems.

I got up from the floor, walked into the shower, and turned on the battery to let the water wet me.

I didn’t even take off my clothes. I needed something to help me think.

I tried to make sense of it, but whatever the reason, it didn’t explain why Michael didn’t mark me. What kind of man would turn down a request from his mate in bed at a time like that? It wasn’t normal.

But Michael and I had been too emotional, and I should have listened to Michael.

I took off my wet clothes, wiped myself clean with a towel, and returned to the bed where we had just been.

I decided to wait for Michael to return, and I would have a face-to-face, rational conversation with him, as he said. Michael had to explain to me about Joanna and the refusal to mark. If he gave me a good reason, I would believe everything he said, not Joanna’s nonsense.

I would not allow Joanna to be a screw-up between us. I had wanted to throw her out of this house since the day she appeared, and that had not changed.

Michael gave some reasons to make me let Joanna stay, but it was never my intention. Now, she was trying to cling to Michael daily, and I could no longer tolerate her.

This was not out of shameful jealousy but werewolf territorial instinct.

If Michael had insisted that Joanna stay, it would have been the last thing I wanted to think about, but I forced myself to think about it.

Just as I couldn’t have allowed Robert to have Alison and me simultaneously, I couldn’t allow anyone else to share Michael with me. Michael had chosen me, so he had to mark me, or I would abandon him.

It would have been hard, but I would have done it.

I lived for myself, and no one could trample on my dignity or challenge my boundaries. Michael couldn’t think that just because he was a Lycan Prince of the royal family, he could do whatever he wanted with me. I was free.

I lay on my back on the bed with the throw pillow and traced the embroidery with my fingers.

I hoped that the assumptions I made would always be assumptions. Michael was the best person I had ever met. How could I give him up so easily. Just like now, even though Michael had only been gone for a quarter of an hour, I was beginning to miss him.

I rolled over on the bed and looked out the window.

Where the hell had Michael gone? When was he coming back?

The whole bed was filled with the smell of what we had just done, and Michael’s scent was still there, even making me feel like he hadn’t left.

I buried myself in the bed and greedily sucked in the smell, which made me feel calmer, and I mentally worked out what I would say to Michael when he returned.

Slowly, the sleepiness grew... but Michael hadn’t come back yet.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt a very uncomfortable tingling sensation all over my limbs.

I sat up from the bed and found myself in a very awkward position, my head on one of my arms, the blanket under me. The cold wind blew from the window on my bare thighs, and I came out of the shower wearing only a bathrobe, not even underwear.