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

Chapter 183 - The True Feeling of Being Saved

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Chapter 183: The True Feeling of Being Saved

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

[Margaret’s Perspective]

I was confused by everyone’s gazes. I asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”

“Who did you say colluded with the enemy?” Elliot asked.

“Angel,” I repeated. “Elizabeth knows it too. I’m sure you remember, Anthony. Elizabeth said you were the one who opened the door when Angel arrived.”

Elizabeth nodded at the side.

Anthony said in a solemn tone, “I was knocked unconscious at the time. Then, when I woke up, I lost my memory of this. I have no impression of seeing Angel yesterday.”

“You don’t know?!” Now I was the one who was surprised. “Then how did you find our trail? I mean, Elizabeth and I were both sprayed with the Mist. The forest is so big, you can’t smell us. If you’re not following Angel’s lead, how did you target this area?”

“It’s Elliot,” Anthony said. “He says he smells unusual blood.”

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I remembered the blood I had left on Arthur.

However, it had only been an hour since I left the blood on him. It couldn’t have been more than two hours. How did Elliot happen to smell me and be able to follow the direction smoothly?

They said that they found no trace of anyone else here. Is it too much of a coincidence that all these things are stacked together? I wondered.

I knew that I should be thanking Elliot for finding me at this time, but I really couldn’t smile at him. There were too many doubts in my heart.

“Now, you answer my question,” Eric said sternly. “How exactly were you taken that day? We didn’t find any signs of a struggle at the scene. You all left with her willingly, right?”

“How could we have volunteered to go with her! I was packing to leave,” Elizabeth said agitatedly.

“It was Angel who drugged Elizabeth first and then threatened me with Elizabeth’s life. I had no choice then.”

I took a step in Eric’s direction, further away from Elliot, and said, “Then I was forced to drink a black potion that completely cut off my connection to Donald. I couldn’t do my Mindlink with anyone, so I couldn’t ask for help.”

“Interrupting the Lycans’ connection?” Elliot repeated from the side.

“After that, Angel scattered the Mist on me, and I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, Elizabeth and I were tied up in the basement. I tried using Mindlink many times and tried to transform, but I failed. I suspect that the black potion was specially designed for werewolves. The effect was to turn us into ordinary humans,” I said.

Eric’s eyes flashed brightly in the moonlight.

I couldn’t help but look at him again.

Elliot looked thoughtful on one side. “Has the drug lasted until now… Have you tried to contact anyone since?”

“I’ve not,” I said, shaking my head.

Before I knew it, we had reached the side of the cabin. As Eric’s follower, Damianus, had said, it was empty. I glanced at the basement from where Elizabeth and I escaped. The door was still open, as we had left it.

“Why don’t you try it now,” Elliot said. “We’ll pull you into our communications network. See if you can pick up the message inside.”

I hesitated. When Anthony nodded slightly, I nodded back.

Of all the people here, the person I trusted the most was Anthony.

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“Open your Mindlink and don’t resist my access,” Elliot said.

I felt a familiar wave enter my brain and connect. Everything was going well.

I was guided by Elliot to a larger space. It was like a huge network of neurons where all kinds of information converged. The feeling of being blocked by a wall had completely disappeared. I felt as if I could access the information as easily as I had before.

[Your Majesty, this is Elliot. Are you there?]

It was Elliot’s voice.

I tried to follow Elliot’s signal.

[Margaret?] It was Donald’s voice!

The moment I heard Donald’s voice, I felt my legs go weak. Fortunately, Eric held me.

When I was locked in the basement, how many times had I thought that I would never see Donald or hear his voice again?

At this moment, his voice in my heart was more pleasant than any voice. It was as if something heavy had finally been lifted from my heart. For the first time, I truly felt that I was saved.

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