Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate

[Margaret’s Perspective] 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

At that moment, Henry put down the teacup he was holding and stood up to press down Levi’s gun-wielding hand. He spoke lazily, "I said this woman won’t budge, hard or soft. Now do you believe me?"

As he talked, he slightly squinted his eyes and glanced at Brand behind me, then laughed lightly and continued, "This boy can’t die now. Put away your gun, Levi!"

I didn’t know what was going through Henry’s mind, but I felt relieved when I heard him say those words.

Levi indeed feared Donald and Burton but I wasn’t sure he wouldn’t kill Brand in a fit of impulse, or shoot me!

Either of these two situations, should they occur, were something I couldn’t accept at this moment.

Levi’s hand slowly lowered, while my back broke into a cold sweat, and Brand even ungracefully collapsed on the sofa behind.

"Neither Margaret nor Brand can be touched; what is this, taking two hostages or welcoming two mighty deities? I can leave those two alone, but you need to come up with a way to deal with Donald, otherwise, we’re all doomed!" Levi, somewhat irritable, paced back and forth in the basement, seemingly helpless against Henry’s actions.

My clenched fist slowly relaxed, but just then, I felt a wave of pain in my abdomen. Suppressing my increasingly heavy breathing, I leaned on the back of the nearby sofa.

Brand was the first to notice my movement. He sat up straight and moved closer, his shoulder supporting my slightly tilted body. Worry and panic filled his downturned eyes.

"I didn’t ally with you just to watch you bring about your own doom. You’d better think of a solution to these problems fast, or don’t blame me for turning my back on you!"

As if wary of me being nearby, Levi didn’t disclose all the difficulties they were facing at the moment. Although nearly desperate, his mind was still crystal clear.

Henry remained silent as if he couldn’t feel Levi’s urgency.

Meanwhile, the pain in my abdomen became more pronounced. A cold sweat formed on my forehead. Taking a deep breath, I slowly sat down with the support of Brand’s shoulder, trying to appear natural.

But Henry was a man with incredibly keen senses. Almost instantly, he noticed something was amiss with me. Lifting his eyes, he looked straight at me, "What’s wrong with you? Why are you breathing so heavily?"

I turned my head, daring not to meet Henry’s gaze. Even forcing a cold laugh, I responded, "Nothing’s wrong. Can’t I just sit down and enjoy the show you two are putting on?"

"Really? But the expression on your face tells a different story," Henry leaned in, peering at my expression, his eyes darkening.

I somewhat hated that Levi didn’t continue speaking to distract Henry’s attention. Lifting my gaze, I breathed heavily, my face filled with defiance as I continued, "What does it have to do with you how I am feeling!"

Henry seemed momentarily speechless at my words, and then got up and came closer, his large hand seizing my chin, forcing me to look directly into his unshielded eyes.

"Let her go! She just ate too much and her stomach is unwell, she needs to rest! Let go of her!" Brand stepped forward, grasping Henry’s hand, and hurriedly offered an explanation.

I grabbed Henry’s wrist, my eyes revealing a bone-chilling coldness and a dangerous warning.

Perplexed by the scene, but seeing Brand dare to physically challenge Henry, Levi immediately stepped forward, using a few deft maneuvers to subdue the young man to the ground!

"Boy, you’ve got quite the nerve, even daring to touch the hands of this genius Medical Practitioner. Do you have a death wish?" Levi looked down at the youth he pinned to the ground, his mouth curling into a mocking smile.

At this point, I could not care about protecting Brand anymore. Pain wracked my belly so severely I nearly lost all my strength. I bit down on my teeth and glared at Henry in front of me, unwilling to plead with him but also too weak to struggle!

Henry’s gaze was complex as he looked at me. For a few moments, it was as if Donald was watching me, but, in brutal reality, Donald would never treat me so roughly; he was always a gentle and considerate husband.

Enduring the pain didn’t reduce it one bit; in fact, it seemed to be intensifying. A moment came when I couldn’t suppress a pained grunt, not very loud, but enough to spark surprise and astonishment in Henry’s eyes.

He seemed to act on instinct, easing his grip on me, and at that moment, I lost all support and collapsed onto the ground like a puddle of water!

I lowered my head, unwilling to let these people see me in my current state of weakness, my hands instinctively protecting my abdomen as I started to moan in pain quietly.

"What’s wrong with her? Did she really get sick from something she ate?"

"Damn it! Let me go! Margaret? You..."

Levi and Brand’s voices drifted in and out of my hearing. Biting down on my pale lips, a fierce sense of unease and fear surged through me!

Out of nowhere, Henry’s voice arose, his gaze heavy upon me, "This doesn’t look like any ordinary stomach ailment. Never mind the kid for now, go out and call the Medical Practitioner in for me!"