A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 269: Michael’s Reminiscence

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Michael’s POV:

I immediately stood up from my chair.

“Enough!” I shouted at my father.

He looked surprised because my voice was so loud, I suspected that even the guards outside the door could hear me, but I still did it.

Anyway, I’d never been the son that the King was satisfied with, nor was I his heir. He had expressed his disappointment in me countless times, so it didn’t make a difference whether it was one more time or not.

My wild beast was stimulated by my agitated emotions and wanted to come out. I tried my best to calm my breathing. At this time, it would be best if Cecily was by my side. She would be able to calm me down as quickly as possible. But she wasn’t here, so I had to control myself. No matter how angry I was, I couldn’t let my beast get to my father.

I forced myself to focus on my father. Damn, he made me separate from my mate. We had just marked and shouldn’t have left each other’s side.

My father’s expression was a little dazed. He probably still felt that his suggestion was very considerate, allowing me to leave Cecily behind in the palace. Perhaps from the perspective of benefits, this was the best plan. But why couldn’t he understand that not everything could be measured on the scale?

“Brandon doesn’t need my help. He’s already done well enough,” I said in a gruff voice. “Most of the council members support him because of his outstanding abilities. After you abdicate, Brandon will naturally inherit your position. I will assist him well, and no one can change that.”

“You still don’t understand the complexity of political struggles, Michael,” my father said in a deep voice.

“I will not marry anyone else other than Cecily. She is my only lifelong mate. You can choose to wish us well or not, but this is final,” I roared.

“I won’t agree to crown her as a Princess. That’s impossible,” said the King with determination.

“Then, I’ll wait for you to die, and I’ll personally make her my Princess Consort. She’s mine,” I said without giving in.

“Mind your words, kid!” He also stood up; anger was written all over his face. He was much taller than me, and I was disadvantaged.

“You two, be quiet!” At this moment, my mother walked in. My father and I both looked at her. Her stern eyes swept over the two of us. I walked forward and exchanged a kiss on the cheek with her.

“Long time no see, Mom.”

“Long time no see, Michael.”

My mother, the Queen of the werewolves, stood tall and straight, and her face was in good condition. When she walked over, her high heels made a rhythmic clicking. She was as noble and beautiful as I remembered when I was a child. It was as if time had forgotten her after so many years and did not leave a trace on her.

If you asked me, although she didn’t marry my father willingly, she had played the role of the Queen very well over the years.

I admired her because she was not under my father’s control. She had her ideas. Sometimes, my father needed to listen to her. In our family, she often had more authority than my father. And it was not the kind of oppressive or uncomfortable authority. I was very happy to accept her arrangements.

“What happened between you two?” My mother looked at my father. “Michael has just returned. Why did you call him to the office? He needs some rest.”

“I heard about the stupid things he did at the werewolf pack.” My father waved his arms, but it was more like a bluff because no one in this office was afraid of him. “He’s entangled with a lowly she-wolf over there. He should find a suitable woman instead of fooling around outside at this age!”

“Is that so, Michael?” My mother asked me with a frown.

“I found my mate,” I replied curtly.

“A fated mate?” My mother was confused for a moment. Then, she leaned over and sniffed me. She smiled widely. “This is? ” Oh my god, a fated mate. Congratulations, Michael. It’s not easy for the royal Lycans to find one.”

“Thank you, Mother,” I replied with a smile. I knew that my mother would take my side. She had always been reasonable, unlike a certain person who only knew about her background.

“Congratulations on what?” my father said bitterly.

“I don’t think you’ve seen your son properly. It’s too late for you to say anything now. I think you should prepare for the coronation ceremony,” my mother commented.

“What?” His father looked confused. He sniffed the air, and his expression changed. “Mark, you gave her your mark just like that! That’s too rash, Michael.”

I shrugged. “She’s a gift from the Moon Goddess. Of course, I want to mark her. I don’t think it’s too early. I took too long. I should have marked her the moment I saw her to prove to everyone that she was mine.”