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

Chapter 105: Now Is Not the Time

[Elizabeth’s Perspective]

I was really working hard on my relationship with Armstrong, but it was a fact that Armstrong didn’t care about me. He cared about everyone around him, about the Pack, but not me.

Suddenly I saw Anthony’s arm move.

I realized something and my eyes widened. I said, “Anthony…”

Anthony’s arm moved again. I turned to call them to look, but was surprised to find that the ward had emptied.

I looked back at Anthony again and saw that his brows were twitching. I hesitated and decided to get a doctor to take a look at him.

I had just opened the door when I found Armstrong standing outside. His hand was still on the doorknob, and he looked like he was about to come in.

We bumped into each other in the doorway, and our bodies almost touched.

The smell of Armstrong undoubtedly intoxicated me. I could barely remember the last time I was so close to Armstrong’s aura. He was clearly my Mate, but we were now like the two most unfamiliar people in the world. I felt helpless about this.

At this moment, his hard chin was above my hair. I reached out and gently hugged his waist. I needed so much for someone, anyone, to comfort me. However, I felt Armstrong’s body stiffen. Then he pushed me away. I stood rooted to the ground and looked at him, at a loss.

Armstrong frowned at me and said, “Elizabeth, now is not the time for this.”

I didn’t understand what he meant by that. What did he mean by bad timing?

I hadn’t done anything yet. Even if I tried to take on some of the Pack stuff and do my part as Luna, in his eyes, I would never be as good as Margaret.

That was why he let me live on my own. As Mates, we didn’t live together at all. Was his indifference to me the right thing to do at the right time?

Armstrong’s gaze swept over me. He sighed and said, “There are always enemies around our pack now. I have a lot of things to deal with everyday. Elizabeth, I’ll do my best to take care of you, but I really don’t have the time or energy to play those little girl’s romantic tricks with you again. Do you understand?”

I took a few seconds to digest his words before I understood what Armstrong meant.

Did he think that I was deliberately wheedling and begging him for sex now? Yes, I was longing to stay with him, longing for the comfort of his soul and body. But why didn’t he think about who had caused this? Was it me?

My Luna succession ceremony had been postponed, and it was still too soon to hold it. Armstrong didn’t care. I heard the news from Margaret.

In the days Margaret had been in the hospital, so many things had come to me, the future Luna, to deal with. No one had come to help me except Anthony, and Armstrong had completely not considered my feelings.

And now, even when I just wanted a little comfort from his aura, he said that it was not the right time.

I felt a flame of anger ignite from the bottom of my heart and then burn in my blood.

I couldn’t control my emotions anymore. I shouted at Armstrong excitedly, “Little girl? You’ve always looked at me like this, haven’t you? You’ve never seen me do much. What right do you have to say that to me? How can you do this to me?”

As I spoke, I felt even more aggrieved.

It was always Margaret you loved, wasn’t it?

The words rolled up in my throat twice before I swallowed them back.

All of them thought I was a child, willful and doing whatever I wanted. But I knew that Margaret and I were fundamentally different people.

I couldn’t be Margaret, so I could only rely on everyone’s favor to survive. I knew that nothing would be more glorious than if I relied on myself, but this was my code of survival.

I always knew what to say and do to be loved, and the things which must never be done because they would lead to irreparable consequences. I was always good at grasping the boundaries.

I knew that if I said this in front of Armstrong, I would very likely lose him forever.

Armstrong’s expression didn’t change at all because of my agitated emotions. He leaned back against the wall a little tiredly. I could tell that he didn’t take what I had just said seriously at all. This was his usual attitude towards me. I was a burden that was dispensable but needed to be pacified at the same time.