A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 223: Sunrise And Sunset

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

I couldn’t describe how touched I was right now. This was going to be the most important day of my life.

From now on, Michael and I would be bound together until death did us part.

I would see Michael’s handsome side profile every morning. We would eat breakfast, go out together, and appear as mates in front of everyone.

After Michael marked me, we didn’t need any proof. Anyone who saw us would know that we were a couple. I didn’t have to worry about Michael being taken away. A mark meant that Michael belonged to me. We might even have a few pups and raise them together.

I felt refreshed by all this wonderful imagery.

“Yes, I do.”

Michael once again heard my affirmative answer, and a smile blossomed on his face. I was infected by his smile and smiled sweetly.

Suddenly, Michael picked me up. I reached out to grab his collar and looked at him. I didn’t understand what he was trying to do by dressing me up and doing this.

“Grab my neck,” Michael ordered in a low voice.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he jumped out of the window with me in his arms. I let out a scream and hugged Michael’s arms even tighter. Michael seemed to feel my nervousness and smiled at me.

I was in Michael’s arms as we ran through the forest. It was dawn, the last bit of the moonlight was gently shining in the woods, and the sun was rising in the east.

As the moonlight and the morning light were about to exchange, Michael held me as we walked in the change, water on one side and fire on the other. We were like knights and princesses in fairytales, dressed in fine clothes; we ran toward our freedom and happiness.

Michael kept heading west. Behind us was the blazing sun, and in front of us was the moon we were chasing.

We finally stopped in the forest’s depths, with a clear pool. Michael placed me on the huge flat bluestone by the pool, and his eyes were sincere and pious.

I looked at Michael nervously. I had seen the marking procedure between werewolves and werewolves, and they usually completed the ritual with a single bite to the neck. I didn’t know if it was different for the royal Lycans.

Michael was so serious. I could feel Mia getting nervous with me. She was still inside me, but I felt she was different.

Michael put his arm around my waist and kissed me.

He looked down at me and whispered, “Can we mark each other at the same time?”

I nodded almost blindly. I was willing to listen to Michael no matter what he said. I wanted to give him everything I could.

Michael’s deep laughter rang in my ears again. It was like the most beautiful sound in the world. It was more beautiful than all the famous songs. My heart pumped harder because of his smile.

The man holding me was so perfect that he connected me to him once by the threads of fate, and from then on, my life was made brighter.

I felt the whole area being colored by our passion, and the birds chirping in the morning seemed to entertain us. Michael kissed me on the cheek, and then our lips pressed together to express our desire for each other in a suffocating environment.

Familiar sparks ran through my blood, and Michael was wilder this time than ever. He didn’t hold back any of his breath, and the golden aura of a king seemed to materialize around him. It coated the entire pool with a faint gold.

Michael’s lips left mine, but they didn’t leave my body. They wound their way down. He licked my neck, leaving a wet mark. I couldn’t help but gasp because Michael bit my neck from time to time.

He didn’t use much force, probably not even a bite mark, but this subtle stimulation aroused me. Under Michael’s command, I always seemed full of sensitive spots, and wherever he touched me, my lower body would get excited and wet.

As Michael’s sharp teeth reached the back of my neck, I couldn’t help but shudder.

Michael put a hand on my shoulder and tapped it twice as if to comfort me or warn me.

My gasps had turned into intermittent groans, and Michael reached down along my shoulder. The clothes he had carefully put on had now been mercilessly ripped open, revealing half my shoulder, and the cold morning air mercilessly pressed against it, causing me to shiver.

Michael licked my shoulder a little perfunctorily and impatiently.