Chapter 68: Chapter 68

[Elizabeth’s Perspective]

“Why did you come to the forest? Did something happen to the pack again? Did you leave in the afternoon to come here? Armstrong, why didn’t you tell me anything? I’m your mate, the future Luna. I have a right to know everything that happens in the pack,” I enunciated each word.

Armstrong said nothing. I heard Margaret’s explanation.

However, that was not what I wanted to hear. I just wanted to hear Armstrong’s explanation. I wanted him to look at me more, but he would never do that!

“Anyway, I’m going back now,” Margaret said.

I saw her step back. Armstrong immediately followed her and stopped. I tugged at the bow on my skirt and looked at them indifferently.

“Wait,” Armstrong said. His eyes fell on Margaret and he said to her, “Let Anthony take you back.”

I watched Margaret and Anthony leave together and turned my gaze to Armstrong.

I’d seen him many times.

When we were young, Armstrong always attracted the most attention in a crowd because he was the son of an Alpha. Even when we were young, we were drawn to him.

Our father was still a Beta in the pack. Many times when he went to the Alpha’s house, our father would bring us over, but Armstrong wouldn’t play with us. Whenever I saw him, he was either reading in his room or training outside the house. We would always catch a glimpse of him. I didn’t pay too much attention to him then.

After we grew up a little, Armstrong was always a hot topic of discussion among the girls. He was tall, handsome, talented, knowledgeable, and had a good upbringing. And he had an enviable eight-pack that seemed to be walking hormones. We happily discussed who would become his girlfriend. It seemed to be some kind of glory or proof of our charm.

Then he became Margaret’s boyfriend.

I felt a little jealous then too because Margaret was better at everything than me except when it came to boys. But she found the future Alpha of the pack as a boyfriend. She was very likely to be the future Luna. We were twin sisters, but I would never be better than her in any way.

Later I accepted the fact that Margaret had Armstrong and I had Anthony. I calmly looked at Armstrong as if he were an Alpha.

However, he became my mate.

The abs, perfect physique, and enviable noble status that I had once coveted now belonged to me.

When I first had all of this, I felt like I was on cloud nine. I became the focus of attention in the pack. The way everyone looked at me filled me with satisfaction. The way I looked at Armstrong was also filled with love. He was attractive to me. He exuded the unique charm of a mate.

And now, I no longer knew what to think of him.

Did I love him? I still had an urge for his body, and it was difficult for me to reject him. If he wanted to, he could coax me with his words or actions. But other than that, I had to admit that I had never felt moved by Armstrong. My heart and body seemed to be two separate and distinct parts. His coldness and indifference made me sad. We were intimate and yet distant.

“Are we going back too?”

“Do you still want to do training?”

Armstrong and I spoke at the same time. I pursed my lips and pulled the sleeve of my blouse.

I didn’t expect Armstrong to believe what Anthony had said at the last minute. Even Margaret could tell that I wasn’t dressed for battle. How could Armstrong not see such an obvious thing?

I met Armstrong’s eyes, and I suddenly understood that Armstrong didn’t believe Anthony. He just wanted me to train for combat, although he never said it because he knew my personality and never held any hopes for me.

But he wanted me to be like Margaret, good at fighting and handling matters, like a proper Luna.

It was just that I wasn’t that kind of person. In our relationship, we might have tried our best to change to adapt to each other, but that wasn’t who we were.

“We were just taking a walk here,” I said. “Anthony was showing me the terrain.”

I didn’t want to participate in training, and I didn’t want to force myself to do such a thing.

“I’ll stay in the camp. I won’t have to face any battle.”

“Hmm…” Armstrong nodded. He didn’t force me. He said, “Do you still want to take a walk?”

I couldn’t go back on what I had just said, so I could only nod in agreement.

Armstrong didn’t take my hand, which made me feel a little depressed, but I followed him.