A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 144: Why Not Mark Me Already?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

I saw Michael’s face turn red with excitement, his arms around my legs, his movements growing more frenzied, his powerful waist twitching violently, his long, thick blade ravaging the soft, wet hole beneath me. I trembled and felt my legs go weak.

Michael kept scratching and rubbing my buttocks, pushing my thighs apart. There was almost no space between us, and each of his blows went into the deepest part of my body. I looked up, trying to lick Michael’s mouth and chin sweat. I hooked my tongue around his, and we exchanged erotic saliva.

We were both so caught up in the ecstasy of sex that we couldn’t feel anything but each other, and the atmosphere in the car was unimaginably erotic. In this small world, we had no arguments, no confrontations, just endless love, and possessiveness.

By the time everything was over, I was so tired that I couldn’t speak.

Michael dressed me and let me lie down on his lap to rest,

“Michael, all couples fight, right?” I squeezed Michael’s hand and asked with my eyes closed.

“Yes,” Michael said.

“I’m glad it was you,” I said softly

“Me too,” Michael replied.

I smiled. I felt an incomparable peace of mind and happiness just by Michael’s side. As long as his scent was there, it was enough for me only to have good dreams and no more nightmares.

I fell asleep in a daze.

A week later, Michael announced that my transformation period was over. I had officially changed from a werewolf to a royal Lycan.

But as far as I was concerned, I didn’t feel that way. I didn’t have the energy to fight, so I didn’t know if my fighting capacity had really improved. I was still grumpy when I faced Joanna and wanted her out of the house.

But in small ways, I felt the change. My hearing and sense of smell had become sharper, and I could hear people talking from a distance. I was eating more and taller, and I had to buy new clothes.

Sasha was more enthusiastic than I was about this. The next day, after I mentioned it, Sasha took me to the biggest mall and bought me a truckload of clothes, all on Michael’s card.

To me, they were just small things. I was more concerned that Michael hadn’t marked me.

We were still having regular sex, and Michael was always passionate about my body. And in the process, I would say that we did become more compatible.

We talked every day, and it was meaningless a lot of the time, but in the process, we got to know each other better. I learned to get to know Michael and see things from his point of view, and Michael learned to respect me more.

I just didn’t understand why wouldn’t he mark me.

In the beginning, Michael wanted me, but I didn’t want to, so I kept rejecting him. Later, because of my body, Michael didn’t mark me.

But now, all the problems between us were gone. He said before to wait until I transformed into a royal Lycan. I had become one of them, so I could not think of any reason Michael would not mark me.

I did not want to take the initiative to ask Michael. I might seem impatient, but I would like it to happen naturally. Michael wanted me and didn’t want to leave me, so he gave me a mark. I didn’t want him to mark me for other reasons.

It just went on and on.

Other than that, Michael and I got along perfectly. I trusted him more and more and found that I could learn a lot from him.

Michael has a mature view of many things that inspired me. On the other hand, Michael always asked me for advice regarding things related to me, but in the end, I often found that his approach was the best.

For example, two days ago, Michael asked me if I still wanted to return to school.

I was fiddling with an assignment at the computer. I had missed some homework because of what had happened, which made it difficult for me to do the assignment assigned by the professor.

Suddenly, I noticed Michael appearing behind me and staring at my computer thoughtfully.

I was startled by him and turned to look at him. “Huh? Why are you here?” I asked

“I’m just taking a look.” Michael lazily dragged a chair over and sat down beside me. “I’ve finished my work. Let’s see what you’re busy with.”

“It’s just normal school work. I have a lot of homework from before. There are several deadlines these few days,” I said.