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

Chapter 87: Endless Pain _ 1

[Margaret’s Perspective]

My pain was the first thing I felt after I regained consciousness.

My back hurt like a hacksaw repeatedly cutting through my body. It also felt a little itchy.

I could feel my touch recovering bit by bit. I was lying on my stomach in a prone position on a soft bed. My neck was a little sore, and one of my ears seemed to be numb from the pressure.

I tried to wake my torso with my consciousness. First, I shook my head. I heard my hair rubbing against the pillow. My hearing returned. The movement eased the pain in my neck.

I opened my eyes slowly. The sunlight was blinding.

I closed and opened my eyes. I opened and closed them. After a few tries, I finally got used to the light and saw where I was.

I was in a hospital room. My face was to the window. Sunlight streamed through the window and hit the white sheets beside me.

So why did it hurt so much?

Instinctively, I moved my fingers, but I felt another soft touch that was different from the sheets.

It was someone else holding my hand.

I turned my head upward with difficulty. The movement made my back hurt even more, but I wanted to see who was holding my hand. I first saw brilliant blond hair, but the other party’s head was lowered as if he was dozing. His hair blocked his eyebrows, but it could not hide his kingly aura. He was like a god.

My muddled brain finally cleared, recalling what had happened.

Previously, I was patrolling the forest alone under Angel’s instigation and was attacked. Donald and Angel suddenly appeared at the same time to save me. From their conversation, it seemed that I had been used by Angel.

I was shocked to learn about that and couldn’t recover for a moment.

Then I suddenly saw a black shadow pounce on Donald. Instinctively, I shielded him. When I rushed to the front, I knew that I was making a fool of myself. Why would Donald need my protection? I might even cause trouble.

However, my body’s reaction was completely beyond my conscious control. Before I could even stop myself, I had rushed forward.

The memories after that were a little blurry…

I only vaguely remembered Donald talking and Angel talking. Later, many people came, one after another. Everyone was talking. Then there was pain, endless pain…

My body was moved around. My soul seemed to be floating in the sky, but the pain was always with me.

The pain now was probably caused by me rushing out to take that blow for Donald.

I sighed inwardly and tried to turn around to see how my injuries were. I struggled to turn left and right for a long time, and I only managed to prop myself up a little. I couldn’t even turn sideways.

I was about to take a break to catch my breath when I felt a force grab my wrist. I realized that my actions had disturbed Donald and turned to look at him.

He was indeed awake. He frowned at me and said, “What are you doing?”

Although it was a question, it sounded more like interrogation from Donald. He didn’t give me a chance to answer. Instead, he forcefully pressed me back to my original position.

All the hard work I’d just put in instantly vanished.

“Lie down properly. You’re already injured, yet you’re still not behaving.”

Donald’s tone was stiff. I realized belatedly that he seemed angry.

I had yet to explain to him that I had secretly run out to patrol. I suddenly felt my scalp tingle and lay there obediently, not daring to move.

“Silly child, why did you rush out? Did I need you to protect me?”

Donald suddenly spoke. I turned to look at him. I realized that he didn’t look angry. It was more like helplessness. This gave me courage. I added, “I don’t regret doing this.”

I looked Donald in the eye and said, “If I had to do it again, I might still be willing to stand in front of you.”

Donald stared at me. I couldn’t read his emotions, so I continued, “Even if it might mean nothing to you. But, I…”

I didn’t know how to express my emotions and had to pause here to think, but I heard Donald catch my words.

“Of course it means something to me,” Donald said. “Margaret, you’ve always meant something to me.”

I looked at his open lips and couldn’t help but be drawn to him. I stared blankly at him.

Donald’s voice had always been pleasant. When he was gentle, it was magnetic. When he lectured people with a straight face, he would appear a little cold, but there was a different kind of sexiness. When he spoke, he was always calm and steady.

His lips were so beautiful. His lower lip was thin and moist, making me want to kiss him.