A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 222 - Please Mark Me

Chapter 222: Please Mark Me

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Michael half-jokingly said, “If Courtney’s right, I can’t wait to mark you and let the world know you are mine.”

I looked at Michael, and my eyes widened. Michael had never said he wanted me, except when we first met. I had long since concluded that he didn’t want me because I wasn’t a princess yet. That was why Joanna had so easily angered me.

Michael had misunderstood and thought I was frightened by what he said. So he reached out and touched my head. “Don’t worry, little wolf,” he said. “I’ll give you time. Don’t forget I’m a Lycan Prince of the royal family. Princes always keep their promises.”

This time, I caught a flash of loneliness in Michael’s eyes.

This gave me some confidence. I grabbed Michael’s hand and placed it on my chest. I asked in a low voice, “What you said just now… is it true?”

“What?” Michael looked at me with some confusion.

“You said that you want to mark me so that everyone in the world will know I belong to you. Is that true?”

I waited for Michael’s reply with half anticipation and half nervousness. However, Michael unexpectedly withdrew his playful expression.

He stared at me with extreme concentration. At this moment, I saw stars in Michael’s eyes.

“Yes, Cecily. I love you. You are the person I love the most in my life. You will also be the only person I choose to mark in my life.”

I could no longer hold back the impulse and kissed Michael’s lips.

Between the lips and teeth, I whispered to Michael, “Please, mark me.”

For a moment, I felt Michael hug me even harder, and at the same time, he used that suffocating kiss to invade my mouth wantonly. I felt the love Michael poured out crazily in this way, and I responded with the same madness.

I was so excited about this moment. I didn’t know how long I’d been waiting for this moment. This waiting, perhaps, began when I first met Michael, maybe even earlier, when I was still a virgin. I was already expecting my mate to mark me.

A werewolf’s mark was a more solemn and sacred ceremony than a human’s wedding. After all, humans only had a thin piece of paper. However, a mark would forever be branded on our bodies, representing that we would never be separated.

When we were panting and separated, I saw my reflection in Michael’s eyes.

“Cecily, have you thought it through?”

Michael asked. Before I could speak, I felt his hands firmly wrapped around my waist. He said in an authoritative tone, “You just said that. It’s too late to go back on your words now.”

I nodded at Michael and said, “Michael, I love you. Mark me.”

Michael took a deep breath. I saw his fangs appear. They would pierce the back of my neck in a moment. Then, they would inject Michael’s unique aura and declare that I belonged to him.

At that moment, I realized that I lacked experience with the mark.

Then, I turned to Michael and asked a stupid question, “What should I do next?”

The moment I said that, I regretted it so much that I wanted to take it back because it was like a human wedding. Being so close to the vow exchange when the bride realized how embarrassing it was that she didn’t know she had to get a ring. I thought Michael would laugh at me, but he only looked at me gently. There was even a hint of doting.

“Don’t worry, leave it to me.” I was comforted by Michael’s calm tone. It seemed that I didn’t need to worry about anything with him by my side.

“I want to bring you to the forest to complete this sacred ceremony. What do you think?” Michael lowered his head to look at me, asking for my opinion.

I nodded, leaving Mark to do his bidding.

Michael picked me up and placed me neatly on the bed. I followed his movements; he had taken out a prince costume from the closet, dressed neatly, and begun to dress me. I was at his mercy like a marionette, watching myself meticulously dressed from gown to tiara, never thinking I would ever have the chance to enjoy the service of a prince.

Finally, Michael put my shoes on, kneeled on one knee in front of me, took my hand, and kissed my fingertips as if I were a princess.

“Dear Cecily, my love, do you take my mark to be my eternal mate from this day forward?”

I looked at Michael, who was half-kneeling before me and felt a surge of emotion in my heart.

Michael had once appeared to me as a god, a distant, noble, and pure god, whom we all regarded as a celestial being. Now he was kneeling before me, begging for my permission to be his lifelong mate.