Chapter 45: Chapter 45

[Donald’s Perspective]

While Angel and I were confronting each other in the hall, Elliot returned.

Elliot had been with me the longest. He knew a lot about what was going on between Angel and me. Even though he was Angel’s cousin, he never intervened or asked questions. He had always been the person I felt most at ease with.

“Your Majesty,” Elliot said. “The assault team is all set up. They’ve begun their patrol as you ordered.”

I nodded at Elliot, raised my head, and pointed at Angel. “Take her there too,” I said. “Let her go to her place.”

“He has no right to do that,” interjected Angel.

She leaned seductively against Elliot and didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.

Angel had always been one to do things her own way. She was smart, pretty, and rich. She always liked to have everything under control. I used to admire that about her. She was outstanding in battle and a good leader.

But when she tried to take control of me, too, I realized that we weren’t compatible. We were both the kind of people who called the shots. She was more suited to being a subordinate than a lover. But Angel didn’t realize that. She was always trying to subdue me and treat me like her prey. It made me uncomfortable.

“Those are my orders,” I snarled.

I released my aura pressure on Angel, who paled. Her eyes were still defiant.

Aura suppression was a special ability that belonged solely to the Lycan King. It existed to protect the rule of the royal Lycans. This ability was not destructive in any way. It only produced a special pressure on werewolves and reduced their desire to fight. I rarely used this ability on people. I did not like to use power to force people to do things, but I felt that I needed to give Angel a warning.

As Lycan King, I would not allow anyone to challenge my authority. Angel should not think of trying to resist me or control me. All she had done was overestimated herself.

My wolf eyes glared at Angel. I was waiting for her to give in. She would. That was all she could do.

As I had expected, after she had stubbornly held my gaze for half an hour, she finally lowered her head and stumbled back. Elliot reached out to steady her on one side.

“Take your things back. Elliot will still be in charge of the old communications. Angel, you’ll take over the patrol, but Elliot will be in charge of my personal security,” I ordered.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Elliot replied.

I looked at Angel. She said slowly, “Got it, Donald.”

“You should use honorifics with me,” I pointed out sharply. I had to let Angel know that we were, and could only be, in a superior-subordinate relationship now. She had to give up all her ridiculous thoughts.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Angel replied reluctantly.

“And report all future patrol matters to Elliot. Don’t report to me privately unless it’s an emergency. Don’t tell me he’s not qualified. Elliot is my Beta. He’s fully qualified.”

Angel gave me an angry look and shook off Elliot’s hand indignantly.

“Answer!”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Angel finally left with her luggage.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

As I watched her go, I felt a surge of worry.

I knew Angel wouldn’t give up. She was a determined Lycan warrior, and she always got what she wanted. I wasn’t worried about what she would do to me. She would never get anything from me, but I was afraid of what she would do to Margaret.

As the leader of the assault team, Angel was much better at fighting than Margaret. She would have many opportunities to attack Margaret now that she was in charge of patrolling. I thought of Margaret’s “noble Lycan King” again. Margaret was still angry with me. She still minded about Angel. And she had just gone out with Armstrong.

“Do you think I’m being too harsh on your cousin?”

I turned to Elliot, but he remained silent.

After a moment, Elliot said, “Actually, Angel didn’t do anything wrong. She just likes you.”

“She embarrassed Margaret in public!”

“I understand how you feel, Your Majesty.” Elliot sighed. “I don’t want to seem like I’m putting in a good word for her, but I think I can understand Angel. She has always been so arrogant.”

I knew Elliot was right. In the end, I was the root of it all.

Angel was here because of me. Margaret was treated like that because of me.

“I shouldn’t have asked you that.” I waved my hand and said, “Go get Margaret.”

At this moment, my emotions were mixed with anxiety, worry, anger, and a hint of jealousy.

I couldn’t wait to find Margaret. I wanted to clear things up with her.