A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

335 Don’t Care Who The Other Party Is

“It’s nothing.” Sasha crossed her arms and said, “Consider what I just said. If you have any doubts, you can ask Michael or find out. It’s useless to be vexed in your room alone.”

Even though Sasha’s words were reasonable, Michael and I had already discussed this matter, and the first method of directly asking Michael would not work. I couldn’t go back on my word, and I didn’t want Michael to think I was an unreasonable, jealous woman.

But was I going to stalk Michael as Sasha had suggested?

I started to hesitate again. No matter how I reasoned with this behavior, I would look like I didn’t trust Michael. If I put myself in his shoes and Michael and I had already agreed on one action, but Michael stalked me, I would be angry with him.

I loved Michael and didn’t want anything bad to happen between us. The unhappy times in the past were over. I hoped everything we had together would be wonderful.

In the end, I still shook my head and rejected the idea. “No, I don’t want to do anything like stalk Michael.”

“What are you worried about?” Sasha looked at me sharply.

She sighed. “Cecily, I don’t want to criticize you. But when it comes to Michael, you always seem a little...”

Sasha paused for a moment, thinking about what to say.

“You’re too happy to sacrifice yourself in this relationship. Michael had been a prince since he was born, and everyone revolved around him. He might not have realized this. But you’re different from others. You’re his mate and the most qualified person in the world. You’re probably the only person with the same status who can stand with him,” said Sasha.

“It’s because I know I’m his mate that I don’t want to stalk him. We should trust each other. We have already solved this. I shouldn’t do anything behind our backs,” I argued.

“So why don’t you tell him about this directly?” asked Sasha.

This brought the question back to the beginning. I was speechless.

Although I’d always felt that I believed in Michael’s feelings for me and saw him as someone I could spend the rest of my life with, I’d always felt that he was not my boyfriend. But on the other hand, when I encountered any difficulties, my first reaction was not to ask Michael for help. I was still used to solving the problem myself.

Especially in this, I always felt that this was my business, and Michael was someone else other than me, so my troubles should not be added to him.

Should I go to Michael when I encounter any trouble?

I couldn’t get an answer, so I could only wave my hand anxiously and force myself to say, “These are two different things.”

“Then, let’s take it that these are two different things. I want to say that you have the right to do anything. Brandon has already granted you the authority of a legal Princess Consort in front of everyone,” said Sasha. “All the Lycans in the royal pack must acknowledge its effectiveness. You’re confused and unhappy, which might affect your health. You should love yourself more.”

Before I could reply, Sasha pouted and added, “If it were me, I wouldn’t care who my mate is. As long as he makes me unhappy, I will use all means to get the answer I want. The existence of the mate relationship itself is to let us find the most suitable person for us and obtain better happiness, not be bound by it. ”

I was moved by what Sasha said.

A long time ago, I heard that mate is a gift from the Moon Goddess to the werewolves.

It made it easier for us to find the most suitable person and also gave us happiness.

My first mate was Robert, and my encounter with Michael started when he forced me into his sphere of influence, so I’d always had doubts about this.

Even now that I really agreed with the mate relationship, I didn’t think that the mate relationship itself brought us happiness. After all, Michael and I were already together before I even recognized him. Our relationship progressed more like a human couple who got to know each other, quarreled, and then made up.

This relationship was for me to benefit from it, not to torture myself.

“Alright,” I said. I nodded and let out a long breath. I felt that the boulder in my heart had been lifted. “Then, I’ll listen to you. What do you want to do?”

“The easiest way is to do the same thing as last time, go to the surveillance room. We’ll look through the surveillance cameras to find out if your dream is real,” Sasha suggested. “Or, we can stalk Michael and look at every one of them. That way, we’ll know where he went during the day.”

“No.” I thought of my previous experience with Sasha and immediately rejected the idea. “We met Samuel in the surveillance room last time. What if he’s there again? He made it clear that you’re not allowed to go there again.”