A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 165 - The Emptiness Around Me

Chapter 165: The Emptiness Around Me

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Sometimes I let my jealousy get the best of me and forget about it, but when I thought about it, I knew that Michael loved me. The way he stood in front of me, he looked at me, and he embraced me. Every little detail makes me feel loved.

I might have been angry, doubtful, and sad toward him, but in the depths of my heart, there was not a moment that I did not feel that he did not love me, and there was not a moment that I did not love him.

My mother looked up at the sky above us. The moonlight was still gently shining on our heads for a long time. The Moon Goddess was always tolerant and broad-minded, caring for everyone without discrimination.

“It’s getting late. You must be tired today. Can you rest early?” my mother said gently.

“Okay, Mom. You go to bed early, too,” I said.

I helped her bring the fruits and tea we enjoyed to the kitchen. The living room light was already dim. It seemed that my father had gone to bed early. My mother and I said good night to each other and returned to my room alone.

I had slept too much during the day and wasn’t sleepy.

I sat on the little balcony where I had been talking to my mother and stared at the moon.

Would the Moon Goddess take care of all of us? She had arranged for me to have two mates. One was the son of Alpha in the pack, and the other was the son of the Lycan King in the royal family. Each one was more important than the other. What was so special about me that I could be treated like this?

Michael said I had transformed from a werewolf into a royal Lycan. I hadn’t told my mother about this yet.

I didn’t know how she would react. I was curious, too, because I didn’t feel much except for a few physical enhancements. Would I become as powerful a beast as Michael?

Sleepiness began to creep in, and I rolled onto the bed with the quilt in my arms. I closed my eyes and felt empty around me.

I was missing a warm body and a piece of my heart.

I had been sleeping with Michael for more than a month, and he was very hot. I always felt like I was hugging a stove, which was not a pleasant experience in the summer. But now that he was gone, it felt wrong.

I turned over and sighed.

My mother was right about what she said to me that night. I should be with my mate at all times, not alone. But I wouldn’t go back to Michael’s house so easily. At least he should come to me.

I remembered when I announced that I was leaving, Michael didn’t even look back when he left our room. He didn’t stop me in any way. He left first.

I estimated he should be back by now, but he still didn’t come to me. Michael knew exactly where our house was. The last time I’d been out of school for only two hours, he had been so quick as to knock on our door. He didn’t care about manners at all. But this time he didn’t come.

Mia was also restless in my body. She was used to Michael’s company. She was looking for her mate.

As a wolf, Mia was still different from humans. She was worse at dealing with her emotions than I was. She was more easily controlled by her biological instincts. I tried to comfort her in my heart, but it did not work. I gave up.

I couldn’t sleep either. I sat up, turned on my laptop, and started checking to see if the professor had sent any new emails and if there was any homework to do.

Just then, I heard my phone ring.

My heart raced. Was it Michael? Had he given in?

I took a few deep breaths, picked up my phone from the side, and looked hopefully at the screen, but it just ended. It was an unknown number, and I frowned at it. Who would call me at this hour of the night?

Was Michael in danger on a mission and needed his mate to comfort him?

I thought about the possibility, and my heart tightened. When Joanna knocked on the door this morning, she said a team had been attacked.

Did that mean that the place Michael went to investigate was in danger? As I let my imagination run wild, my phone rang again. This time, without any hesitation, I picked it up.

“Hello?” I asked carefully.

“Is this Cecily?” An elegant woman’s voice came from the other side of the phone.

“Yes, this is Cecily,” I replied.

The other party suddenly went silent for a while. I said ‘hello’ a couple of times on the phone. There was some noise on the other end of the call, like clothes rubbing against each other.

“Is someone there?” I asked