Chapter 136: Let’s Mark
[Margaret’s Perspective]
Donald said, “Besides, one of the main reasons I want to send you away is that there will be many times in the future when I will be away from you. I can’t save you every time like I did in the forest.”
I thought again about my stupid trip to the forest and lowered my head in silence.
Donald looked at me and continued, “We did interrogate the captive this afternoon. The captive revealed that there was an organization behind them, but he was only a very small part of that huge organization. He did everything according to orders from his superiors. This made us realize that they had a rigorous superior-subordinate hierarchy within their organization and were not a mob. Moreover, he also mentioned that they were only the vanguard. This is just the beginning of their plan.
This makes the whole thing dangerous. Premeditation and lack of premeditation are two different things. I chose to stay here because the people here know their opponents the best. And even if we leave, there’s a high chance that the opponents won’t let your pack go. If we really fight, we won’t rely on your pack warriors for manpower. I’ll send the Lycan army from the royal family.
Apart from the reasons I mentioned, there’s another reason why I want you to leave.” Donald reached out and touched my head. “Margaret, you’re my weakness. As long as you’re here, you’ll distract me and I’ll be focusing my energy on you. If I can make sure you’re in a safe place, I’ll be able to concentrate on the overall strategy better.”
Donald’s reasons all sounded solid. I couldn’t think of a rebuttal.
But in my heart, I just didn’t want to be separated from Donald at this time.
I rolled my eyes and didn’t say anything. Donald looked at me and sighed. “Okay, if you insist on staying here, then I’ll send for a team of special people to ensure your safety.”
I got up from the chair and wrapped my arms around Donald’s neck. I stood on my toes and half hung onto him. Donald wrapped his arms around my waist to support me and looked down at me with a helpless doting expression.
“Let’s Mark,” I said.
“Yes?”
“Mark me, Donald.” I looked at Donald seriously and said, “Didn’t we agree before? Perhaps to many people, marking is something that can only be done on the day of marriage. But I feel that as long as our hearts are together, those rituals are not important. After we mark each other, we can communicate and understand each other better. This way, you can stop worrying about me.”
Marking each other. This was what we’d wanted to do for a long time. Now was the best time.
“Margaret, have you really thought this through?”
Donald pulled me closer to him. Our faces were pressed together. His voice was almost breathy.
Had I thought about it? The question lingered in my mind for less than a second. Before I met Donald, I didn’t even know that werewolves could be mates with the Lycans, let alone mark each other.
But every second after I met Donald, I never doubted that I would eventually mark with him.
Donald was the best Lycan. He was perfect. What was there for me to think about?
The answer was yes. My breath was coming in short gasps because we were going to mark. I wanted to be Donald’s, completely his, forever tied to this powerful and sexy man.
“I want you to stay here, Margaret.” Donald pecked my face. “I want to mark you, but I’m afraid you’ll regret it later. It’s not fair to you. You deserve a formal ceremony, and I’m sworn to give you the best of everything.”
“Your intentions are more precious than those things.”
I saw Donald’s lips curl up. I smiled back.
“Then it’s decided. I’m so glad I booked the best room here tonight.”
Donald picked me up by the waist, and the sudden flight startled me. I grabbed Donald’s neck tightly. His embrace was solid and warm, and I was so glad that we had solved this problem together. Even if we had arguments and disagreements later, I was sure we could resolve them by ourselves.
Suddenly, I saw Donald’s eyes turn lifeless. That was the sign that he was communicating on Mindlink with someone else. I had a bad feeling. Donald’s eyes only took 10 seconds to return to normal, but his expression became serious suddenly.
Before I could say more, Donald released me from his body.
“I’m sorry, Margaret. I have to leave now,” Donald said urgently, reaching for the jacket he had taken off earlier.
“Did something happen?” I asked.
“There’s been another attack, and it’s worse than before.” Donald looked at me with an apologetic expression that was immediately replaced by worry.
He strode out the door and said, “Stay here. There’s a room up there. Don’t leave.”