Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 419: April 19, Feeling Heartache

[Donald’s Perspective]

Elliot’s yell stole Henry’s attention, and in order to avoid having Elliot bite his neck, Henry was forced to move away from Margaret’s side a bit!

I seized the chance, casting a dangerous glance toward Martha on the other side.

Martha’s obsession with Margaret apparently wasn’t as strong as Henry’s. She decisively let go of Margaret’s hand and, frowning coldly at Henry said, "The submarine is fixed! Let’s leave here first. With only his Lycan underlings, he definitely won’t be able to escape alive from this cave today. These experimental werewolves can easily drag them to their deaths!"

While she shot her gun in self-defense, she urgently added, "Margaret is destined not to like you, and your persistence is useless! Since she wants to die alongside that bastard, then we can only ’grant’ her that wish. Do you understand what I mean, Henry!"

"Shut up! It’s none of your business!" dodging Elliot’s sharp claws, Henry snapped back, grinding his teeth.

The moment Martha let go, I shifted into human form, stretched my left arm to wrap around Margaret’s waist and began to swiftly retreat.

"Don’t get entangled in the fight! Everyone prepare to retreat!"

I roared at my Lycan warriors, then glanced down at Margaret with immense affection and whispered tenderly to console her, "Don’t be afraid! I’ll get you out of here."

Margaret’s eyes moistened, her hands tightly embracing my neck, burying her frail self into my chest.

My heart, suspended in anxiety for days and nights, was now pressed back into its original place by this gesture, a rush of emotions named reassurance and satisfaction flooding my nerves!

Suppressing the urge to crush Margaret into pieces and stuff her into every crevice of my body, I didn’t hesitate to kick aside Aiden who tried to lunge at us. My kick was forceful, seemingly snapping his ribs.

God knows where that guy popped up from, thinking he could try his sneaky tricks on me!

I watched coldly as Aiden, thrown onto the countertop, raised my right hand and without mercy shot him three times. Each bullet accurately pierced his heart.

He fell to the ground without even a chance to feel the pain, head to the side, his eyes wide, staring straight at Henry not far away.

"Scum that can’t show its face, you deserve to die." I spoke softly, then raised my eyes to look at Henry a few steps away.

Elliot was breathing heavily, standing between Henry and me, looking somewhat off.

Knowing he was no match for Henry, my command to him was merely to hold Henry off, and he had done a great job.

Christian had bitten off a monster’s neck and was also slowly moving toward my position.

I looked down at the werewolves that packed the space below the stone platform, my brows knitted tightly in concern!

"These werewolves, hastily transformed by injections, are incredibly unstable. If we drag this out, there might be a chance!" Margaret, while embracing my neck, reminded me with a hoarse voice.

Naturally, I wouldn’t doubt Margaret’s judgment. Grasping her body tightly with my left hand, I ordered Elliot and Christian, "Have all the Lycans converge here, don’t fight these monsters head-on!"

Both of them nodded at my word, began directing the Lycan warriors to close in, slowly forming a protective ring centered on me and Margaret. To break through this line, the first step was to kill all of us!

Henry was blocked at the other end of the stone platform, his eyes blood-red as he stared at me and Margaret.

I was indifferent to these hostile gazes. After looking around the protective circle, I slightly bent down to set Margaret down from my arms.

I bent down and kissed her hair soothingly, whispering warmly, "Charlie should be able to fight his way in and join us soon. Even if we can’t break through, it’s okay. As long as we hold out until reinforcements arrive. How’s your injury? Can you hold on?"

Margaret leaned her head against my chest, seemingly unable to stand firmly. She wrapped her arms around my waist, her voice weak, "I’m okay, I can hold on. How’s your hand? When did you get hurt?"

I was reminded then of the bandage tied around my arm.

Knowing I couldn’t hide it from her, I raised my injured hand to touch her cheek, cajoling in a soft voice, "It doesn’t hurt anymore. It just looks a bit scary, that’s all."

"It doesn’t hurt? But your blood has soaked through the bandage, can you smell the heavy stench of blood on you?" Margaret pressed my hand, her pale face rubbing against my palm, her eyes still clear and beautiful, filled with distress and worry.

I opened my mouth to explain more, but the surging concern in her eyes stopped the words. My mate, even in such a life-or-death emergency, still didn’t forget to care and worry for me!

A smile curled on my lips, and I couldn’t resist giving her a kiss, laughing, "Compared to not seeing you, these injuries are nothing!"

As I spoke, I wrapped my arms tighter around her, raising my eyes to Henry, who was still watching us.