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Chapter 80: Taken In Public

“You don’t know?” Michael chuckled. I was certain there was no good intention behind it. Then, Michael said, “You never thought about what would happen when we met again? When you chose to escape, didn’t you think about the consequences of being caught by me? Or are you so sure that I will never find you?”

Michael’s tone became increasingly dangerous.

I tactfully shut my mouth, knowing that whatever I said would come out wrong.

“That b*stard dared to attack my people, so I removed his mark. So now you can guess what I will do to you, my mate who dared to run away from me,” Michael whispered.

“I just thought you’d take me back,” I replied honestly.

Michael stared at me for a while. Then, suddenly, he reached out and grabbed me by the neck.

Instinctively, I wanted to struggle, but I saw the look in his eyes. Finally, I gave up resisting and let him push my most vulnerable spot.

This time, I chose what I should have done long ago. Trust him. Michael would never kill me.

Sure enough, Michael let go of my hand before I suffocated. I coughed violently, bent down, and held my knee.

“You sly, lovable, hateful little wolf, “I heard Michael whisper in my ear, gritting his teeth.

I couldn’t help but smile.

Michael said I made him lovesick and hateful, and he still loved me.

To be honest, that was what I worried about most after reuniting with him.

Every day before he showed up at the Ancient Woods Pack, I wondered if my actions had angered Michael and if he no longer wanted me to be his mate. Maybe he didn’t care that I was gone and didn’t even look for me.

I kept thinking that Michael would reject me when Kate and I returned to school.

If Michael rejected me, what would I do? Would I ever be able to recover from that pain again?

The thought made me feel miserable and lost, and every thought confirmed that I loved Michael.

Now that he said he still loved me, what was there to be afraid of?

Michael caught my smile, and he lifted me in front of everyone, and suddenly I was up in the air, looking at him nervously.

I hadn’t forgotten that Michael was still mad at me. So what was he going to do to me in public? Was he going to mark me?

I looked down at myself, covered in mud and blood. This was not an ideal situation.

My reunion with Michael had been too hasty and dramatic. I thought our marking would be at a grand ceremony, preferably our wedding.

But if Michael had to do this... he had just saved me from Robert. I didn’t have to worry about being marked or killed by that disgusting man anymore. I could survive and breathe fresh being with Michael. I would do anything for him.

I bit my lip, feeling dizzy, and looked at him. My eyes widened.

Michael’s eyes reflected the stars. “Cecily, you’re mine,” he said

I nodded and put my arm around his neck. This was the first time I had responded to him like this. From the bottom of my heart, I recognized that I belonged to him, and he belonged to me. We were inseparable.

“Are you going to mark me?” I voiced the question in my heart.

A strange light flashed in Michael’s eyes, but he maintained his dark expression and said, “Maybe I will.”

“This isn’t a good place,” I muttered.

“I don’t care how you feel,” Michael said.

“It’s okay.” I smiled at Michael and said, “Michael, I love you.”

Michael’s dark brown eyes met mine. I looked back at him, trying to see his soft heart through his hard surface.

He loved me. He loved me. When I thought about it, I felt that Michael’s outward indifference and alienation were no longer an issue. I could no longer feel his oppression and control, and my heart was filled with tenderness.

Michael kissed me roughly on the lips. It didn’t seem like he was kissing me. Instead, he repeatedly tore at my lips and took every ounce of air out of my mouth. It was like a punishment.

I took it passively, and at first, I tried to pander to him, but Michael overbearingly stopped me, his tongue sweeping through my mouth and plundering every inch of it.

He bit my lips and tongue whenever I moved, and I finally gave up resisting and let him do whatever he wanted.

Our kiss started as a mix of cold rain, then it got hot, and it was just the two of us—the scent… the scent that I’d been dreaming about all week.

Michael went at me as if he wanted to eat me with this kiss.