Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate

Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Unstoppable Coldness

[Donald’s Perspective]

Margaret was asleep by the time I returned to the hospital room, exhausted again from all the business I had to attend to.

I lifted the blanket to take a look at her injuries. Her scar looked scary. In fact, when she pounced over, my wolf claws had already half met the attack. I had slowed down the other party’s fierce attack. So Margaret had only suffered a superficial wound, but it still shocked me at that time. On impulse, I tore the attacker’s throat.

Margaret’s recovery was remarkable. In just two days, the inflammation in her wound had mostly subsided, and in their place, new cell tissues had begun to generate. It was estimated that in two days, she would be able to remove the gauze and wait for the wound to heal naturally.

I looked at Margaret’s sleeping face and pulled the blanket back around her. I felt helpless.

I had too many things to deal with these days.

After I dismissed Angel, her responsibilities fell on Elliot and me. It wasn’t easy to take over such diverse matters, not to mention Angel was extremely uncooperative.

My new dispatches from the royal family were still on the way, and since I suspected that there were enemy spies among our current people, I didn’t dare casually leave matters entirely to the subordinates.

The only person I could completely trust was Elliot. But Elliot was also Angel’s cousin. He had always admired Angel. Although he didn’t say anything, I had a vague feeling that he might be dissatisfied with me for treating Angel like this.

Thinking of this, I felt a headache coming on.

I knew that punishing Angel by removing her from her post and imprisoning her seemed a little harsh. No matter what methods Angel used, she had captured the first living enemy after all. If I hadn’t killed the other one, we would even have two prisoners.

However, her actions were something I could not tolerate. I would not change my punishment. Even if such actions would cause dissatisfaction and alienation among my subordinates, I would slowly redeem myself through future matters. If I really lost Margaret because of this, there was nothing I could do to redeem her.

As for Margaret, I actually didn’t know what to do with her.

Thoughts ran through my mind when I first learned that she had run into the forest alone. I wanted to punish her so that she would not disobey my orders again.

I would lock her in her room and cut off all contact with the others. I would send someone to guard her and only send her food. I would not let anyone communicate with her. I had to make her feel fear. I even thought of punishing her with my body. I would ignore her wishes and vent my desire on her.

But as time passed, I experienced a range of emotions, from the initial anger and worry, to fear when she was injured, and surprise when she woke up. I knew that she, the little female wolf, had completely touched my heart.

From the moment she woke up, I couldn’t maintain my coldness in front of her. I also knew that the methods I had thought of to punish her wouldn’t work.

Punishing her was also punishing myself.

I had to keep her here for the next few days. I didn’t let her go out or give her a chance to contact the others. It was just to let her recuperate better.

And Margaret didn’t seem to realize that I was putting her under house arrest. Every time I came in, she looked at me with pure joy and love. I thought that I wouldn’t be able to resist her soon. If she asked me for anything else, I might agree.

I lay quietly in the hospital bed on the other side and thought back to the events of the past few days.

That night, after Margaret was unconscious, the assault team, Elliot, and Alpha Armstrong arrived with their men.

I couldn’t care less why Armstrong had come, but I handed Margaret to Benjamin first. I had specially asked Elliot to take her to the hospital.

Benjamin was shocked at the scene, but he quickly stopped Margaret’s bleeding.

Angel had just been reprimanded by me. She stood on the side and refused to speak. No one explained what was going on. Everyone was staring at me. However, my mind was focused on Margaret and I couldn’t care less about them.

So when everyone gathered here, they maintained a strange silence.

I saw Armstrong try to speak a few times, but he stopped himself. His gaze stopped on Margaret, who was being bandaged.

When I noticed that, I quietly leaned to the side, blocking his view.

I finally saw Margaret’s bleeding stop. She was carried on a stretcher. Benjamin was leading her back to the hospital in the pack. I let out a long breath and looked around before I realized that everyone was waiting for me.