A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 33: After Coming Back

Sasha’s surprised gaze lingered on Michael’s hand before she stammered, “You’re back.”

I replied listlessly, “Yes, we’re back.”

Michael glared at Sasha and said, “You’re involved in this. Just you wait.”

Sasha said, “It’s not my fault. I told her not to run away.”

I didn’t want to implicate innocent people anymore. “It’s not Sasha’s fault. I wanted to go home.”

“How dare you say that?” Michael shouted at me and dragged me upstairs.

Sasha couldn’t stand it any longer. She stepped forward and said, “Michael, don’t be so fierce. It’s not a big deal. Besides, Cecily wants to go home. Is there a need to go to that length? Don’t be so strict with her. Everyone would be unhappy then.”

Sasha’s words hit my heart. I smiled gratefully at her.

Sasha replied with a smile.

Only Michael’s expression was still stiff. He shouted at Sasha, “Stand there! Don’t think you have nothing to fear just because someone is protecting you. Sooner or later, I will pack you up and send you back.”

Sasha made a face and obediently stopped walking.

Then, Michael pointed at me and said, “You too. Come with me.”

I looked at Sasha for help, and she helplessly shrugged. I had to be dragged upstairs by Michael.

In the second half of the way up, Michael felt that I was walking too slowly and lifted me by the waist. I was shocked and subconsciously put my hands around his neck. Then, I was ordered by him not to let go. We walked to the bedroom in this precarious position, and Michael threw me onto the bed.

He was really physically strong. He carried me up without losing breath. His face was not red, and his heart was not beating any faster. I leaned on the bed and half-lay as I looked at him. He unbuttoned his shirt and pressed himself on me.

I moved back as he approached, but soon I was at the head of the bed, and there was no room for further retreat. Michael moved with me like a beast, patiently waiting for his prey to let down its guard and give up. The beast was dangerous and angry.

I couldn’t stand the pressure and spoke first, “What do you want?”

Michael shook his head and ground his teeth like a wild animal.

“Let’s talk about today,” Michael said coldly. “This morning, you said you wanted to go to school, and I agreed. I said you weren’t allowed to go anywhere else, and if you did, you would report to me, and you agreed. I also asked Sasha to remind you and that she had done. But you left school without my consent. Shouldn’t you give me an explanation and be punished?”

Michael was harsh, but I noticed that his eyes didn’t shine with the golden light like when he first got in the car at my parents’ house. I felt that he had calmed down. He was far less angry than he appeared to be.

I said, “I don’t think our agreement was reasonable. You don’t have the right to dictate where I should go, and I don’t need to report everything to you. I promised you that I would go back at night. If you didn’t come to my parents’ house, I would have come back with Sasha at four o’clock as promised, and nothing would have happened.”

Michael raised his eyebrows and said, “Is that why you broke the agreement? You will lose my trust this way.”

“You can’t spy on me like this!” I shouted, “How did you know that I left school and went to my parents’ house? I am not your property nor slave. I am a person, free and equal like you. You should learn to respect me.”

The more I spoke, the more agitated I became. At this moment, I had forgotten entirely about Michael’s identity. The anger and grievance that I had suppressed for the day were exposed now.

I forced myself to sit up from the bed and tried to maintain the same height as Michael. Then, I said, “Why can’t I go see my parents? Why do I have to tell you everything? Why?

“You spoke rudely in front of my parents. Did you even consider my feelings or my parents’ feelings? I was extremely embarrassed and humiliated there. You arrogant b*stard. You are an arrogant b*stard!”

After saying what I wanted to say in one breath, I froze.

I remembered Michael’s identity as the Lycan prince, and I started to regret it. I didn’t know where I got the courage to say these things to Michael.

If this was investigated, they could even punish me. Ordinary werewolves were not allowed to talk negatively about the royal family. All this was to consolidate their rule and protect their supreme status.

“What did you say?” Michael’s face darkened. He closed in on me and grabbed my shoulders, pressing me onto the bed. He displayed an absolute power that left me no room to resist.