Chapter 124: Strange Feelings

[Angel’s Perspective]

Elliot stared at me blankly, stunned by my direct refusal.

For a moment, I couldn’t bear it. “If you have something to say, say it now.”

“But your clothes are still—” Elliot began.

“Are you going to tell me or not?” I was getting impatient with Elliot’s attitude.

“I…” Elliot said as if he had made a decision. “I want you to stay.”

I lowered my eyes and looked at him. “This is Donald’s decision. I can’t stay just because I want to.”

“That’s because you hurt his mate, the innocent girl,” Elliot said.

“Innocent?” I sneered. “What right does she have to be Donald’s mate? If Donald dares to bring her back, do I need to tell you how much trouble it will cause in the royal family?”

Elliot was silent for a moment. Then he said, “In any case, that’s His Majesty’s decision. It’s none of our business. Angel, let’s not do anything beyond our duty. Go apologize to His Majesty now and plead with him. He’ll allow you to stay on account of your past.”

I looked away and said, “Do you think I haven’t tried? Donald wanted me to leave before what happened today. I explained it to him, but it was useless. I won’t beg Donald for anything again.”

“Angel…”

Elliot’s persistence annoyed me. I couldn’t control my temper and said, “Why do I always have to ask for his forgiveness? Just because he’s the Lycan King? Why?! I didn’t do anything wrong. If he can dismiss me now because of his mate, he can do other things because of her later. Does he remember his responsibility as the Lycan King?”

Elliot looked at me but said nothing.

I continued, “Donald became unlike himself because of his mate. This is all his mate’s fault. You shouldn’t be thinking about persuading me now, but persuading Donald to return to his former self.”

“But I don’t want you to go,” Elliot whispered.

I looked at Elliot. There was a struggle in his eyes.

I could see his feelings for me clearly in his eyes. I had long known that Elliot looked at me differently. I had seen that look in many boys’ eyes. I was used to it. He was no different from other people who wanted to please me for various reasons.

Elliot might be an excellent fighter, but that was enough to make me despise him.

If a person wanted something, he had to work hard to fight for it. This had always been my principle in life.

Elliot, as a man, did not have as much courage as I did. He always looked at me with desire and struggle, always holding himself back.

I didn’t appreciate this kind of forbearance. Competition, plunder, and possession were the signs of a man’s guts.

Putting all this aside, his feelings for me were too strange.

I had no intention of continuing this conversation. I put on a disdainful expression and said, “So what do you want?”

I looked at Elliot’s confused expression and repeated, “What do you want me to stay for?”

Elliot’s mouth dropped open as if he understood the meaning of my words.

I had no such meaningless emotions as sympathy and pity. I said mercilessly, “Haven’t your strange thoughts faded, cousin?”

I deliberately emphasized the last two syllables.

Elliot’s face flushed and turned pale by turns. I ignored his dazed look and turned to walk into my house.

[Donald’s Perspective]

The episode that happened in the morning did not affect my mood much.

Angel should have been dealt with a long time ago. I hadn’t done enough to make her give up.

I thought about Margaret’s smile when we parted. I couldn’t help but smile too. I was already looking forward to the evening, but for now, I had to focus on my work.

I had an appointment with Armstrong and Dr. Benjamin this afternoon to interrogate the werewolf held in Armstrong’s basement.

During this time that he was holding the werewolf, Armstrong’s interrogation had not made any progress and he had not obtained any useful information.

Then Armstrong told me yesterday that the werewolf in the basement was about to collapse.

I asked him what was going on. Armstrong said that they didn’t use any excessive methods on that werewolf, but yesterday, that werewolf suddenly foamed at the mouth, just like the dead werewolf in the ward before.

We all suspected that they had been injected with the same drug. However, the werewolf in the basement was physically stronger, so he lasted longer. Now, it was time to use the drug to extend his life.

Fortunately, after I told Benjamin about this, he said that based on his current research, he could make a replica of the drug the other party took. It might not be as effective as the other party’s, but it could at least keep him alive.