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

Chapter 167: I Remembered Something

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

[Margaret’s Perspective]

“I’m warning you, Dick, don’t have any ideas about these two p*ssies.” This person directly blocked Dick and walked over. He stared at us fiercely. “You two behave yourself too, do you hear me?”

I stared into his eyes and tactfully kept silent. My heart sank.

He looked even more dangerous than Dick. With just these two people, Elizabeth and I had very little hope of escaping. There was still no telling how many people were out there.?Could we really only wait here passively for Donald’s rescue??I thought.

“Those two b*tches aren’t going to do as they’re told,” Dick said bitterly. He pointed a finger at me. “Chief, she’s the one who tried to kick me.”

Their dangerous gazes were on me. His gaze went from my face down to my bound hands.

He frowned at Dick and asked, “Did you tie them up like this?”

Dick shook his head and said, “I haven’t touched a finger on them yet.”

“But I don’t remember tying it that way at the time.”

He reached out to grab my wrist. I tried to dodge to the side. I heard Elizabeth scream.

However, he only brought it over to take a closer look at the knot that tied my wrists and muttered, “These are indeed traces of my tying, but I clearly remember that I tied their hands behind their backs.”

“I told you the two of them were dishonest. They must have done it themselves.” Dick fanned the flames.

“Oh?” He forced me to the same height as him, forcing my eyes to meet his. He asked me fiercely, “Did you do this yourselves? Or did someone come in and help you?”

......

“I haven’t seen anyone since I entered here.” I only saw livestock, I added silently.

“Then you’re playing your own games,” he snorted.

‘We did nothing,’ I retorted.

“Tell me the truth.” He kicked me, forcing me to my knees, forcing my arms back as an unbearable pain shot through my shoulders.

“Ah… Ah, it hurts. Let go of me!” I struggled and shouted.

The other party stopped applying force on my arm. My arm was half hanging in the air. This was an angle that allowed me to feel pain without being unbearable.

“Are you willing to tell the truth now?”

“Yes, it’s us…” I was forced to say.

“How?” The man was still pressuring me.

“It’s… ah, we moved our hands around,” I said as I struggled.

The other party finally let go of my hand and threw me to the side. Elizabeth quickly came over to check on me. I saw that she was about to cry again and quickly shook my head gently at her in pain, indicating that I was fine.

“Why don’t we give them some of that?” Dick said maliciously.

I saw the man who came later glare at him and say, “You’re forgetting who wants her. She—”

The other party noticed my gaze and stopped talking. He walked over and squatted down. He took out a small bottle and waved it in front of me.

My pupils contracted sharply. This was the same black liquid that Angel had fed me earlier.

Drinking it would turn me from a werewolf to an ordinary person. It would block my last hope of contacting Donald.

“No, don’t,” I said, resisting.

“Good girl. You don’t want to drink it, do you?”

He pressed the bottle to my lips. I clamped my lips shut and looked at him fearfully.

This small black bottle had left a deep impression on me because of its indescribable and extremely disgusting taste. It was also because of it that I had completely fallen into Angel’s trap.

“If you don’t want to drink, you have to behave well. Stay here quietly and obediently. Don’t try to be smart again, understand?” The other party patted my head like a child.

I didn’t dare say more. I nodded.

He shifted his gaze to Elizabeth again. “Do you feel the same?” he asked sarcastically.

Elizabeth hurriedly nodded dozens of times.

The other party smiled in satisfaction. This smile made my blood run cold. I couldn’t help but shiver.

“That’s a good girl.”

He took another bundle of rope from Dick and tied me back to back with Elizabeth. Then he turned to leave.

This time, the house wasn’t completely dark, because Dick had placed the candle he had just lit on the ground by the door. Neither Elizabeth nor I could see each other. We were fixed to the ground like conjoined twins. Even moving was difficult.

How are we going to get out of here now?

“Margaret…” I heard Elizabeth say in a panicked voice. “That person’s voice reminded me of something…”