A Beautiful Luna After Rejection-Chapter 271 - Attending The Party

When I woke again, I found that the entire room was filled with servants helping me dress up. I looked around the entire room, but I didn’t see Michael.

I sighed and was forced to sit in front of the dressing table. I was dressed up like a puppet.

After trying on a few more evening gowns, they finally chose a light pink sleeveless gown for me.

The upper half of the dress was inlaid with fine diamonds, and the lower half was a muslin skirt design, showing a sense of floating. My hair naturally rested on my shoulders, and I wore a cheeky diamond bow hair clip. At the same time, I also wore a diamond necklace, a bracelet of the same style, and pearl earrings.

I examined my reflection in the mirror. Without a doubt, I was dressed like a princess.

When I left the bedroom, I saw Michael waiting for me in the living room, dressed neatly.

After I saw him, I felt a lot more relaxed. He would always be by my side. This was the promise he gave me last night.

Michael was wearing a very formal suit today, which completely highlighted the advantage of his figure. I looked at his shirt, which was filled with chest muscles, and imagined the view beneath. It was hard not to look there.

Michael noticed my lustful gaze and deliberately scratched his lips with his finger. Then he licked it, and I felt my breathing become rapid.

The feeling of flirting with Michael alone in public made me nervous and excited.

However, the moment I walked into the banquet hall and saw the King and Queen from afar, all the excitement in my heart disappeared, leaving only nervousness and fear. f𝒓𝑒e𝙬𝒆𝚋𝘯૦𝘷𝐞𝑙.c𝑜𝐦

The entire banquet hall was very quiet. The atmosphere was tense, as if it had condensed into a physical entity. When I walked in, I felt that it wasn’t filled with air but a large gel-like substance. Every step I took required me to withstand great resistance.

I could feel an unfriendly gaze staring at me from above. He might have wanted to use this method to make me retreat, but I didn’t. I grabbed Michael’s hand and firmly walked step by step to my position.

I was shocked when I sat down and looked up to meet the Lycan King’s eyes.

His appearance was the same as the one in my dream. He had thick golden hair, brown eyes, and a burly figure.

The king sat at the head of the table with the dignity of a ruler. On his head was the crown that symbolized the king’s identity. There was no expression on the king’s face. He looked extremely cold and did not allow anyone to pry into his inner thoughts. He looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze.

Everything was the same as my dream.

Perhaps it was because I’d experienced it once in my dream, but I wasn’t very flustered. I calmly sent a look of acknowledgment to the Lycan King before shifting my gaze to the other side.

Queen Wendy was sitting beside the King. I still recalled when Michael described his mother. He said more than once that his mother was the greatest woman he had ever seen in the world. Michael was enthusiastic when speaking about her, which made me curious.

She was dressed in a long, regal dress, and her hair was the same color as Michael’s, which was pulled into a high bun. Michael’s outstanding features were inherited from her, but her features were softer, and she exuded a feminine charm that was radiant. She didn’t look at me with the same condescending gaze as the King. Instead, she had a smile in her eyes that made me feel warm.

There was an empty seat below the Queen. I guessed that seat belonged to Brandon.

I was surprised that Brandon still hadn’t arrived. After all, according to Michael, Brandon was the most orderly person among all of them and would never be late.

Michael and I sat down next to each other, and behind me was Sasha. I also saw Samuel and many other royal Lycans behind the table that I did not know.

Just as we were about to take our seats, the butler at the side wanted to separate me from Michael and make me sit in the back seat.

However, Michael roared and stopped him, and the butler retreated in fear. The others turned a blind eye to this matter. It seemed that everyone here knew there was a beast in my mate’s body that was not to be provoked. I liked this in my mate.

At the dining table, a few people also cast curious looks at me. I was already mentally prepared for this, so I pretended not to see them.

But Michael’s temper was not as mild as mine. He glared at everyone who dared to look at me and let out a warning growl from his throat to express his possessiveness of me.