A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 192 - Prince’s Troubles

Chapter 192: Prince’s Troubles

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Michael was caught off guard by my movements and didn’t have time to dodge. His penis was in my hand.

It was then that I realized something was wrong. I had already had a small orgasm, but Michael’s genitals were still only half erect. He wasn’t as excited as he was when we had sex.

I looked at Michael in confusion.

Michael was with me these days, and we didn’t have much time for sex.

I thought Michael had dragged me to this remote corner with the same intense desire for each other that I had, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to do it. But it seemed that Michael didn’t have that strong desire for me, as if I was the only one immersed in it.

I was slowly embarrassed by the situation.

My clothes were pulled up, my underwear hung loosely over my body, and my breasts were completely exposed. The lower part of my body, though still neatly dressed, was wet from the orgasm and filled with Michael’s fingers.

As I pulled my clothes down, I couldn’t help but think of all kinds of things.

Why was Michael’s body barely moving? Was he not interested in me? Had I lost my sexual appeal to him as his mate?

Michael watched me quietly and reached out to help me tie my unbuttoned underwear back up.

We’d been hanging out here for a while, the glow fading, the dark blue of the night silently filling the sky.

My probing gaze was too obvious, and Michael seemed to understand what I was thinking. He smiled helplessly; he reached out and patted my head. “What are you thinking about again? We haven’t had sex in a long time. Don’t you want to have sex with me?”

“I do, but I’d rather do it with you.” I sensed something was wrong, but I told Michael what I thought. “Sex is a two-way street. I don’t want it to be a one-way street.”

Michael was silent for a moment.

I realized that Michael might not be happy right now. He had brought me here with the intention of perhaps not having sex with me. My response made him think that I wanted to have sex, so he had sex with me.

My previous romantic feelings disappeared. What my mate needed were my care and help, and I was happy to be the one to comfort him when he was slightly frustrated.

“What’s wrong?” I asked gently.

Michael looked at the final glow in the distance and didn’t say anything.

I placed my hand in his palm and leaned against his shoulder. I knew that the physical contact between mates would relax the other party like a placebo.

“Talk to me, okay?” I looked at him tenderly, trying to get him to open up.

We were mates, so we should face difficulties together and share our sorrows. I was willing to be Michael’s arm and shield, hoping that he would tell me everything.

Michael held my hand back and kissed me on the lips.

He looked at me, and I saw the hesitation in his eyes. Then, I responded with tenderness and determination.

Michael sighed and said, “Well, I just think that we’ve been here for months, and we still haven’t made any progress like I did when I first got here. The pack has been attacked, and more she-wolves have been taken away, but we haven’t caught a single hunter. There are more and more complaints. I’m not a prince like my big brother.”

Michael’s last words sounded a little depressed, unlike his usual arrogance.

I rarely heard Michael talk about his family. Before, I only knew that he had another brother, the future successor to the throne, but I didn’t know that Michael would feel pressure because of his brother.

“You’ve done well,” I encouraged Michael.

I felt my heart break as I looked at Michael’s self-reproachful expression.

Michael had many sides. He could be the majestic Lycan Prince that everyone admired and submitted to when they saw him. He could be the ferocious beast that appeared in the forest and frightened everyone when they saw him or the arrogant lover who arranged everything for me.

I accepted all of his faces and believed they belonged to me.

But failure and sadness didn’t suit him. I believed Michael could lead us to victory because he was smart and strong, and, more importantly, he was my mate.

I reached out and cupped Michael’s face. I made sure he looked at me. “You’ve done a lot for all the pack. Our opponents are too cunning. It’s harder to save than kill. They have an entire organization, and we only have a few people. But even so, we can’t lose. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel now, isn’t there? As long as you keep leading us, we’ll win.”