A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 162: I’ll Wait For Your Return

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Joanna’s words were not the deciding factor in my relationship with Michael. All I cared about was why Michael didn’t want to mark me.

Michael kept saying he was doing it for my feelings, but the marking wasn’t the most challenging thing to do. All the mates I saw were marked after they had found each other unless they hadn’t decided whom they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with.

Besides, how could Michael know what I was thinking? All I could do was sense Michael’s emotions. Mate’s senses weren’t telepathic, so that was a fake excuse.

I pushed him away with the hand that had just hooked onto him and said coldly, “Nothing is affecting me. Since you don’t want to mark me, then forget it. I want to go back to my parents.”

As soon as I said that, I waited for Michael to ask me to stay. He said that I belonged to him and that this was my home. With my understanding of him, he wouldn’t let me go.

But Michael only showed a dejected expression. This time even his shoulders drooped. He followed my behavior and kept a distance from me. Then, he used his fingers to comb through his messy hair.

I was still waiting for him to speak, watching his movements, and thinking about the terms of my stay.

The only thing I didn’t expect was that Michael, after spitting out a few inarticulate words that sounded like curses, turned and walked to the bathroom.

I pretended not to look in that direction but kept paying attention to what was happening on the other side. Soon, Michael came out of the bathroom. He looked like he had just washed his face twice, then began to change next to me, taking off the T-shirt and shorts he had casually worn last night and putting on a suit.

When Michael finally walked to the door, I couldn’t help but call out to him. Due to the harsh words I had just said to him, a few words lingered on my lips for a long time. I chose the most acceptable way to say it.

“Michael, I’ll be leaving in a while.”

Michael paused in his tracks as I expected. Just when I thought he would turn around, he reached out to straighten his tie and said in a depressed tone, “I’ll wait for your return.”

Then, he disappeared through the door.

I stared at the door. Suddenly I grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it in the direction of the door. The pillow hit the floor with a thud. I stared at the door, waiting for someone to return and force me to stay.

But nothing happened.

Michael left. He left me to go with Joanna.

The whole night of insomnia and being abandoned by Michael dealt me a heavy blow. I only felt something strangling me. There was also some bitterness in my eyes, but I couldn’t cry.

“What’s the big deal? It’s not like I have to do it with you...” I whispered to myself.

Although I said I didn’t care, it was difficult to relieve the extremely repressed emotions in my heart. The room in front of me seemed to have lost its color. I curled up in the quilt. I felt sleepy and tired. I couldn’t get up to do anything.

No, I needed to sleep. Everything would have to wait until I woke up.

I hugged the clothes Michael had just taken off and smelled what was left of them. I imagined that Michael was still by my side and closed my eyes.

I thought I wouldn’t sleep well, but the sleep was unexpectedly deep. I slept until three o’clock in the afternoon. A good night’s sleep refreshed me and brought me back to myself.

I packed a few essential clothes from the closet and left Michael’s house.

When I left, I didn’t see Joanna downstairs, which was expected as she followed Michael out on an investigation mission. I suppressed the bitterness in my heart and walked out without looking back.

Michael’s actions hurt me this time, and I felt heartbroken. The feeling of being hurt exceeded the initial anger and became a kind of decadent numbness.

I experienced this feeling when I was first humiliated and rejected by Robert. After I met Michael, I thought the numbness would not attack me again, but I failed. I still fell into this emotional whirlpool.

Mates were supposed to be the ones who comforted a werewolf. They were their strongest support. Why did my mates hurt me? Both Robert and Michael.

I began to suspect that it was my fault. I was not a person worthy of love. I must have done something wrong to be hurt again and again.

Michael thought so highly of me in the beginning. He wanted me to be tied to him forever, but he didn’t stop me from leaving him now. I suspected he had lost interest in me and was beginning to get tired of me.

One of the main reasons Joanna’s words hit me was that I didn’t know what else attracted Michael to me besides my relationship with Michael’s mate.

I seemed to be no better than anyone else.

Joanna’s presence ruined everything.