Sexy, Pretty Girl _ 1

[Margaret's POV]

He spun me around a few times before putting me down.

I stood firmly on the ground and tried to calm my agitated breathing before I noticed the malicious gazes around me. After my rationality returned, I felt uneasy.

I instinctively went to shake his hand. The gesture seemed to please him. He shook my hand back.

I looked up at him and realized he was looking at me too, those dark gray-green eyes smiling with pleasure. Suddenly I realized I didn't know his name yet.

"You are…"

"You don't know me?" my mate asked, raising an eyebrow.

I was actually still a little confused. The excessive joy just now had produced too much dopamine. I was still in a daze.

"I'm a little dizzy. You're so cool," I explained quietly.

This answer made him smile even more.

"My name is Donald. I'm the King of the Lycans."

Donald?! Lycan King!

I was dumbfounded. My partner was actually the Lycan King!

I suddenly understood the gazes of everyone present. They weren't for me, but for Donald. Perhaps everyone was surprised that an ordinary girl like me could win the Lycan King's favor and become his partner.

Those people who used to trample me and look down on me must be feeling complicated at this moment. Even I found it unbelievable. I used to think that losing Armstrong would cast a shadow on my life like a permanent nightmare. Now I thought I might have gotten over it.

"Margaret!"

Elizabeth rushed forward and interrupted my reverie.

She looked at us holding hands and her gaze turned to my mate. She suddenly stuttered, "You, you…"

I looked at her. She was still not listening to me. She was not wearing the dress that I had prepared for her. Instead, she was wearing the clothes that she was familiar with. She was very beautiful, but it was not dignified enough to welcome the Lycan King dressed like this.

I suddenly realized something and turned to look at myself. A gray dress covered in stains, dirty shoes, messy and greasy hair, a puffy, lifeless face—what kind of image did I have in front of my mate!!

I was too ashamed to show my face. My mate was so noble and imperious, but I was like an ugly duckling. Will he choose me? My heart, which was filled with joy just now, suddenly felt uneasy. I tried to retract my hand and stand tall.

But I didn't succeed. Donald sensed my intention and held my hand tighter.

"Are you Luna of this pack?"

I heard Donald ask Elizabeth. His voice was so pleasant, like a pleasant cello, low and rich.

"Yes, I'm Luna Elizabeth."

Elizabeth looked terrified. I knew this sister of mine. She was all about dating men and had never hosted such a big event. Fortunately, reliable Anthony took over.

"Honorable Lycan King, welcome to our tribe. I'm Beta of the tribe. We've already prepared food and accommodation for you. Please follow me," Anthony said politely.

I saw Donald nod as he took my hand. We walked to the center of the reception area. We walked in the front, with Elizabeth and Anthony behind us. From the corner of my eye, I saw Elizabeth's surprised expression. Actually, I hadn't regained my composure yet. I just held Donald's hand passively and let him pull me wherever he wanted.

I noticed his gaze was lingering on me. I felt ashamed again.

"Look at me."

I heard him say and I turned my head toward him. From where I was standing, Donald seemed huge. The top of my head only reached his chest. I had to tilt my head back to see his face.

"Your name is Margaret?" he asked.

"Yes. Elizabeth is my sister," I whispered.

"Elizabeth?" He seemed to think for a moment. "Your Luna."

"Right." Every time I admitted this to people, it made me feel a little uncomfortable. But now I looked at my partner and I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. I had the best mate in the world now. I didn't want anyone but him.

But I was a little surprised that Donald didn't remember her.

"Yeah, she's the sexiest, prettiest girl in our pack."

"Really?" Donald lowered his head and bit my ear. "But I think you're the sexiest, prettiest girl in the room."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. In all my life, I'd never heard anyone say that I was sexier and prettier than Elizabeth. But my mate thought I was the better one in every way. Even if he was just trying to coax me, I was really happy.

"You're also the sexiest and handsomest person in the room," I told him.

Donald laughed softly, a pleasant buzz in his throat.

Seduced by him, I couldn't help wanting to kiss his face. I reached out, moving my hand from his thick chest to his vibrating larynx to his sexy lips.

"What do you want?" he asked, grabbing my hand.