Samuel thought for a moment, then sighed. “I don’t mind telling you,” he said. “What happened between Michael and Joanna is over. Joanna is not a good mate. Even if Michael didn’t break up with her, she couldn’t become a princess, but you can.”
I looked at Samuel, confused. “Is it because Michael was fated to be with me by the Moon Goddess?” I asked.
I knew that in some packs, it was required that the Moon Goddess arrange the Alpha’s mate because that would strengthen the Alpha and make the pack stronger.
For that reason, I was upset that Robert had rejected me. He hated me more than he wanted power, which was what a pack’s Alpha needed.
I felt terrible that Robert had chosen Alison as an Alpha’s successor.
But as far as I was concerned, although Michael was a Lycan Prince of the royal family, he was not the first son of the current Lycan King of the royal family.
This meant there was a high chance that Michael’s brother, not Michael, would inherit the position of Lycan King. If a person was not the heir to the throne, why would he need to have his mate arranged by the Moon Goddess?
“That’s not true,” Samuel said. “It’s challenging for a royal Lycan to find his mate, and Michael is over a century old, not a newly-born royal Lycan. We don’t insist that the other party must be a fated mate arranged by the Moon Goddess because that’s too difficult. More often than not, we’ll let nature take its course and choose our mates. That’s not why Joanna isn’t suitable to be a princess.”
I frowned and looked up at Samuel, waiting for him to explain.
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“I’ve always been by Michael’s side. I’ve investigated everyone around him, including you.” Samuel gave me a deep look. “Compared to you, Joanna’s family background is much more compatible with Michael’s. But a long time ago, we went to investigate another incident. It was a very complicated situation. We had to work with a local werewolf pack, and one of them was a blonde werewolf.”
I curled my lips. I felt I was about to discover something that happened between Michael and the werewolf.
Even though I knew that Michael had been involved with countless women in the past, he was over a hundred years old. I didn’t know if it was normal for me to be jealous of every past relationship, but I didn’t like my mate touching other women, even in the past.
Samuel continued, “The blonde woman was very interested in Michael, and although Michael didn’t show any interest in her, she did everything she could to pursue him. Back then, Joanna was Michael’s public girlfriend.
“In my opinion, a normal woman would express dissatisfaction and claim sovereignty, but Joanna didn’t do that. She was very friendly with the blonde woman. I thought she wasn’t jealous because of her confidence, a necessary quality for a good princess.”
I looked up at Samuel, wondering if he was taking the opportunity to mock me. But Samuel’s expression seemed natural, as if he was stating a fact without bias.
I lowered my head in shame.
From this perspective, I wasn’t a good princess candidate. I was jealous of all the women who appeared around Michael.
“And then?” I asked.
“After we settled the case and prepared to leave, I noticed that the blonde woman had disappeared. Out of caution, I went to patrol the surrounding forest that night and saw a terrible scene.
“Joanna, who had always been particularly nice to the blonde woman, was torturing and killing the blonde woman. The strength of a werewolf could not be compared to that of a royal Lycan, and what Joanna did was not just murder the blonde woman.”
Samuel turned his head to the side and took a deep breath. “Joanna was teasing that woman. She was tearing off parts of her body bit by bit: one ear, one finger, and even a part of her calf bone.
“What was even scarier was that even though she was doing this, Joanna was smiling while the blonde woman was screaming. She seemed to be enjoying this very much. I’ve seen many bloody and cruel scenes over the years, but the scene of that woman being tortured and killed stays in my mind like a recurring nightmare.”
I rarely saw the obvious disgust on Samuel’s face, which had always been expressionless.
It was hard for me to imagine the scene that Samuel described. No matter how much I disliked what Joanna did, I just thought she was a wh*re.
But Samuel said she was a psychopathic killer. Joanna’s image had always been sophisticated and refined, and anyone who looked at her would think she was a royal Lycan, an aristocrat, and an elite, not a bloodthirsty she-devil.
The contrast between her appearance and inner self was so striking that it made me shudder.