I lowered my head and bit his chest, leaving a bite mark as a warning.
I heard Michael inhale sharply, and then he pulled my chin. I thought he would take revenge this time, so I looked at him vigilantly.
But he lowered his head and gave me a long kiss that was enough to suffocate me.
All the negative emotions I had just disappeared because of Michael’s action.
I was often amazed by the magic of the mate connection. A word, an action, or the mate connection will amplify all connections. It would make you have sudden emotions and then disappear quietly.
“Sleep, my little wolf.” Michael closed his eyes. His long eyelashes covered his lower eyelids, and he looked extremely beautiful. His face was calm and peaceful. I snuggled in his arms and felt his warmth. A smile appeared on my face.
“Good night,” I replied softly.
***
I was walking in a very, very long corridor. The wallpaper was exactly the same. I couldn’t find the direction, nor could I see the way. The anxiety in my heart drove me to walk faster and faster. The more I walked, the more anxious I became. Finally, I saw a heavy wooden door with complicated and solemn patterns. Without hesitation, I pushed the door open and walked in.
It was a large office, and a man in a suit sat in the middle of the room. He looked about the same age as my father but had an aura that made people want to submit to him.
I looked at him doubtfully. He raised his head and looked at me with a pair of sharp and judgmental eyes.
At that moment, I froze as if something had hit me.
He was Michael’s father. He was the king of the werewolves. He was the Lycan King.
This judgment was without basis and was not even decided by appearance because he did not look like Michael. But at this moment, I could confirm that he was the King.
The Lycan King looked incredibly healthy and strong. He had strong pectoral muscles and well-developed biceps. Michael also had muscles but compared to Lycan King, Michael was slender and light. The King was more similar to Brandon, whether it was his facial features or his figure. Michael had inherited his mother’s genes.
I saw the Lycan King wave at me, so I sat in the chair in front of him, not knowing what he wanted to say.
His desk was filled with documents. He reached out and put the papers in front of him to the side so I could look him in the eye. I could see the Lycan King’s face even more clearly at such a close distance.
His eyes were the same brown as Michael’s, perhaps the only thing he had in common with Michael. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were the marks of time on his body, but he still had a head of thick golden hair, and his movements did not look old. His sharp chin showed that he still could rule this country and his ambition to conquer everything.
At this moment, he was looking at me sharply. I couldn’t read any emotion on his face.
This was how a King should act, and he would not let others know whether or not he was happy.
However, I was guessing he was not happy about me, who ‘kidnapped’ his second son.
After all, the conversation I overheard in the afternoon confirmed this. He might even think that I have ulterior motives. I didn’t have to prove to others how much I loved Michael. I knew I belonged to him; he belonged to me, and that was enough.
“Leave.” He gave an order to the royal Lycan guards.
I turned around and was surprised that I didn’t notice there were people there when I came in. Were they there just now?
How did I get here? The thought flashed through my mind, but I had no choice but to focus on the King.
“My child…” The King sighed and started the conversation, “I’ve heard about what you did in the south. You caught the people who sold the she-wolves and found clues about the power behind them. You did a good job.”
“It’s my duty, Your Majesty.” I seemed to hear a voice that didn’t belong to me speaking for me. I was starting to get confused. Why would the King address me as his child? Had he already accepted the fact that I was with Michael? Also, although I was indeed involved in the she-wolves business, I’d only just arrived at the palace. How did the Lycan King know about this?
“But you took too long. I heard that you’d spent some time on useless feelings. Is that right?” The Lycan King sounded a little unhappy as he frowned.