Chapter 145: Give Me a Hug

[Elizabeth’s Perspective]

After the Lycan King pulled Margaret away, it was just me and Armstrong.

I looked uncertainly at Armstrong, who was covered in blood. I couldn’t give my mate a straight hug like Margaret. We weren’t as close as Margaret and Donald were.

But Armstrong took my hand of his own accord. His palm was dry and warm and full of strength. I had never felt so needed by my mate. He held my hand tightly. Where our skin touched, I felt a soul-stirring comfort. It made it less difficult to accept the smell of blood on his body.

“Can you show me to your room?” Armstrong said.

I nodded and led him in the direction of the stairs.

As we passed by Margaret’s bedroom, I heard her moaning faintly from inside.

I couldn’t believe Margaret was doing this with Donald when she couldn’t be sure if Armstrong and I had left. A lot of what she’d done after she got together with the Lycan King wasn’t like her. But that wasn’t a bad thing. She wasn’t as rigid as she used to be. She was much more lively.

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Armstrong.

He suggested going to my bedroom. Did he want to do these things in my bedroom like the Lycan King did?

I pursed my lips and opened the door to my room for Armstrong. He walked in.

My bedroom was styled pink. I was worried that Armstrong wouldn’t like it, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he sat on my favorite pink sofa.

I saw that the fabric of the sofa chair was stained with his blood. I bit my lower lip and said nothing.

Armstrong opened his arms to me and said, “Will you give me a hug?”

I stepped closer to him and hugged his shoulders.

The sweet scent of my mate with his arms wrapped around me was something even the smell of his blood couldn’t hide. Armstrong wrapped his arms around my waist and moved his hands up my arms. Then he patted my hands and held them in his palms.

I trembled slightly. Armstrong’s touch aroused me. This jolt of electricity coursing through my body was something no one but my mate could give, and Armstrong rarely did this to me because he didn’t want to be with me in the first place.

This thought calmed my slightly heated emotions. I pulled my hands out of his and asked softly, “What happened?”

Armstrong glanced up at me and looked hesitant.

I understood all at once. What he needed now was a mate, only a mate, and not me.

He still hadn’t allowed me into his world. He was only willing to share the things in his world with Margaret. There was a lack of communication between us. There were many things that prevented us from doing that.

I turned around and started packing my bags as if nothing had happened. I said, “Margaret said the Lycan King will be sending us away. I think I’d better start packing now.

“You’re leaving here too?” Armstrong’s surprised voice came from behind.

“Yes,” I replied.

There was silence for a moment. I could feel Armstrong’s gaze on me from behind, but there was really not much to say to each other.

We never found appropriate ways to communicate with each other. Maybe sometimes there were opportune moments, but we missed them.

At this point, it was too late for anything. Some things were irrevocable. It would require a breakthrough to bring our hearts closer.

I threw a few pieces of my clothes into a suitcase. I hesitated when I came to some of my favorite clothes in the closet. I couldn’t take them all, but even though I was going to the Lycan’s pack, I hoped I could be the pretty one there.

It was only then that I truly realized I was leaving home, leaving my familiar pack for an unfamiliar one.

Margaret would still have Donald there, but I would have no one but Margaret. I stopped what I was doing as fear of the unknown gripped me.

What will happen to my pack when I leave? I thought. Will everyone here survive?

Armstrong hugged me from behind. I stiffened, then relaxed my body and leaned back against Armstrong.

His strong arms were in front of me. His warm breath was on my hair. I felt him take a deep breath and then kiss the top of my head.

Armstrong sighed and said, “It’s good to get out of here. We were all worried that it would become unsafe.”

I had a sudden premonition in my heart. Then Armstrong released his hold on me and turned me around to face him. The premonition became stronger.

“Elizabeth…”

I looked into his eyes which were filled with hesitation.

He slowly released the hands that had touched me. I didn’t want him to do that, so I grabbed his arm.

But Armstrong pulled away easily.

I felt my heart sink.

Yes, he would do that.