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

Chapter 95

Chapter 95: An Unqualified Commander

[Donald’s Perspective]

“Donald, please. Don’t do this to me.”

Angel’s aura weakened. Even her shoulders drooped. She looked disappointed.

I sighed. Acting tough and showing weakness were just Angel’s means of getting her way.

As long as she achieved her goal, she never cared about what means she used. However, I had already seen through her. Neither was useful to me.

“Angel, do I have to make everything clear to you?” I asked.

Angel looked at me in confusion.

I took the token from her and put it in my pocket.

I glanced at her waist and then at her face. I asked, “As the commander of the assault team, you should have a dagger to prove your identity in addition to this token. Where is your dagger?”

I saw Angel’s expression stiffen for a moment. She was about to speak when I interrupted her.

“You’ve already thought of an excuse? Lost it in a battle, or didn’t bring it with you as you were in a hurry today?”

I shook my head slowly and reached into my pocket for the dagger. The initials of Angel’s full name were engraved on it.

“But I have it.”

Angel clamped her mouth shut. Her face tightened.

“You said you didn’t mean to harm her, but you gave her your dagger.” I waved the dagger at her. “This dagger is yours, right?”

“It’s because of this dagger that no one hindered Margaret’s entry into the forest. Because all members of the assault team would recognize it. It ensured that she would get clearance, and that no one would question her out of curiosity.

It would be even easier if they weren’t from the assault team. They would assume that the ones with daggers were all royal Lycans. And the authority I asked Armstrong to give you is higher than that of ordinary werewolves. The Silver Moon Tribe won’t even say anything about what to pay attention to.”

“I—I hadn’t thought about any of that…” Angel stammered.

“Angel, you’ve always been meticulous and careful. How could you not think of these things? You just didn’t care about the possible consequences.”

I took Angel’s dagger back into my pocket with her token.

“You said you didn’t think of harming Margaret, but everything you did might have brought her closer to danger. You only treated her as a pawn in your plan. Of course you didn’t care about the life of a pawn. But when you chose Margaret as a pawn, would you dare to say you didn’t have any selfish motives?”

“Then would you dare to say you don’t have any selfish motives for treating me like this?” Angel asked indignantly.

“I did punish you because of Margaret, but not just because she’s my mate and the future queen of the Lycans. Even if she were an ordinary werewolf with no status, I would do the same. As the commander of the assault team, you’re incompetent if you don’t know the importance of respecting every life.”

“No, it was nothing like that,” Angel kept denying.

“Previously, even though I knew that you were the commander of the assault team, I trusted you with the patrol because I believed in your ability and recognized that you could bear the responsibility of the assault team. However, from the looks of it, what you did was completely dominated by emotions. You’re not suitable for your current position.”

I looked at Angel with some pity. She had the ability, but not the temperament to match it.

“After all I’ve done, why can’t you see my efforts?” Angel demanded, suddenly taking a step forward in agitation.

I instinctively raised my arm to block her and replied, “It’s not that I can’t see.”

I stared into Angel’s eyes and said, “It’s just that you’ve been channeling your efforts in the wrong direction.”

“How could I be wrong? You’re the one who’s wrong. You chose the wrong mate. That little she-wolf, she doesn’t deserve to be your mate. You’re the Lycan king. You should have the best mate, in every way, so that the best genes can breed a better next generation,” Angel shouted at me.

I frowned, thinking Angel must be crazy.

I could punish her through the law for the way she spoke to me.

And what she said was ridiculous.

Mates were meant to be. Although there was a difference in physical fitness between Lycans and ordinary werewolves, there was no difference in personality. We were all equals.

Even though the word ‘mate’ to a Lycan generally meant another Lycan, there were many Lycans who were married to ordinary werewolves. I never felt that there was any nobility or lowliness among us. Moreover, a mate was a mate. It was someone we were destined to love and be with for the rest of our lives. It was not someone’s breeding tool, to be screened for bloodline genes.

Margaret was the one and only person I had found among thousands of others. She was my treasure and my fortune.

If this was what Angel really thought, it was hard to understand her.

“You should go back and think about it. When the new dispatch arrives, go back obediently and don’t think about causing trouble again.”

I said this last sentence and turned to leave. I didn’t want to say another word to Angel.

“Donald! You’ll regret this. I won’t give up. Just you wait!”

Angel left me, shouting at the top of her lungs.