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

Chapter 89: Stay Here in Detention

[Margaret’s Perspective]

However, my hand was stopped by Donald again. I turned my head to look at him, not understanding why he was doing this.

However, Donald was already holding my hand and leading me in another direction. I followed his guidance in a daze until I touched something hot and huge.

I subconsciously squeezed it and heard Donald gasp. The huge thing in my hand jumped excitedly. I immediately realized what it was.

At the same time, I felt Donald’s fingers dig a few inches deeper into my body.

“If you help me, I’ll help you.”

Donald’s low, nasal voice made it impossible for me to refuse him.

“Come, touch me properly.”

I followed his instructions and rubbed his sex organ repeatedly. Donald must have been hard for a long time. He was completely erect. He was already a little moist from the fluid that seeped out from his excitement. I could feel the coiled tendons on it. His heavy sex organ was in my hand, pulsing with life.

His thing was thick and long. I couldn’t wrap it with one hand and could only stroke it back and forth. I felt my palm burning and my face was a little hot. I almost forgot that Donald’s fingers were still in my body and was only focused on making him happy.

Donald’s fingers finally stopped playing with me nastily. He gathered a few fingers together and quickly inserted and pulled them out, pressing them accurately on my sensitive area.

I kneaded his sex organ according to his frequency and strength. I felt the thing in my hand becoming more and more slippery, and there was a gurgling sound under my body because of Donald’s movements. We let out a satisfied sigh at the same time and reached an orgasm together.

“Stay here. You need to rest.” I was still immersed in the aftermath of the orgasm and couldn’t speak. I could only nod.

For the next few days, I lay on this hospital bed and knew nothing about the outside world.

Other than the medical staff, the only person I saw every day was Donald. Donald came at irregular times, but he came every day.

There were no phones here, no communication or entertainment tools. In less than two days, I was driven crazy by boredom. The wound on my back had healed quite a bit. When I could get dressed and not have to lie on my stomach for twenty-four hours, I made a request to Donald to let me go home.

Donald was expressionless at my words. He didn’t say whether he agreed or not.

I was getting anxious. I grabbed his hand and said, “I’m almost healed. I don’t want to stay in the hospital. Let me go back.”

“What do you think you’re doing now?” Donald asked me.

“I’m recuperating, but I’m much better,” I replied.

“You are locked up here by me.”

I was confused by Donald’s words and looked at him blankly.

Donald lifted my chin and said expressionlessly, “Do you think I’ll let you off the hook for sneaking out? Margaret, I won’t give you that chance again. Just stay here in detention. When this is over, I’ll bring you back.”

My mouth fell open in shock. Donald wants to keep me locked up?! I finally realized what it meant to shoot myself in the foot.

“I, I can explain to you,” I said weakly. No matter what, I was in the wrong. It was difficult for me to declare my stand to Donald as confidently as before.

Donald looked at me without comment. I had to bite the bullet and continue.

“I was wrong to sneak out earlier.

But I had a reason. Angel asked me to patrol. And I’d always wanted to do something for the Pack. I thought I could do it. I was too rash. But you heard what Angel said. I didn’t do this alone. I just wanted to help the Pack in the beginning…”

As I spoke, I felt my words weaken.

No matter what reason I had, no matter how Angel played the game, as long as I didn’t act on impulse and insist on competing with Angel, or if I wasn’t so arrogant as to think that I could really compete with the person who attacked me, it wouldn’t end up like this. Whether it was my current injury or Donald’s anger, they were both consequences I should bear.

I secretly raised my eyes to look at Donald. As expected, Donald did not look moved. This made me a little depressed.

He’s not unwilling to forgive me, is he?

“Let me go back. I know I was wrong. I won’t sneak out again. I promise. Please, Donald.” I hugged Donald’s arm and begged.

“Nothing you say will help.” Donald snorted and scratched my nose.