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Chapter 168: The Black Car Outside The Front Door

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The first thing I did when I got up in the morning was to call Kate again, but there was no answer. I thought of the look on Kate’s face the last time we parted at Michael’s house, and my heart sank.

I called Aunt Carol again and told her I would see Kate today so she wouldn’t have to worry. On the other end of the line, I heard Alex’s voice again, and he still sounded distraught.

I hung up and sighed. Alex didn’t want to give Kate too much time. I did not doubt that if Kate didn’t show up, Alex would lose his mind and even try to kidnap Kate and bring her back to his pack.

Werewolves were always crazy about their mates.

I accidentally slept soundly in the howling of the wolf outside yesterday. I thought Mia would be a little restless after leaving Michael, but she was in a very stable mood now. It was completely different from the restlessness she felt the last time I took the initiative to leave Michael.

Logically speaking, the bond between Michael and me was deeper than before, and Mia’s calmness was unreasonable.

I began to suspect that it was Michael who was howling outside my window last night because the presence of a mate could only heal the loss of energy from a leaving mate.

But what I couldn’t figure out was, if it was Michael who came last night, why didn’t he come to me? If it was simply because it was too late, it didn’t seem like Michael’s style. He was always a possessive Lycan Prince of the royal family to me.

I felt like a lot of things had changed since Michael came along. The most obvious change was my wolf, Mia.

Before that, Mia and I were on the same page. We had the same emotions and opinions about everything. We were happy about one thing and angry about another.

But with Michael, Mia and I seemed to be on the opposite side of reason and emotion, one dominating the body and one dominating the spirit.

I was always bound by the human side, emphasizing morality, dignity, and freedom, and anything that went against my principles I would resist.

But Mia was the beast side. She only cared about instinctive feelings and physical pleasure, desperately wanting to be near Michael and be by his side no matter what he did.

I didn’t know who was right between Mia and me. On the one hand, I wanted to conform to my body’s intuitive feelings. On the other hand, I had stubborn moral convictions.

I wanted to know if Michael had the same struggles, but he seemed freer than I. He was always doing what he wanted to do, not compromising himself.

It was also one of the most frustrating things between men and women. Women are always on the weaker side, and for biological reasons, women couldn’t mark our mates but had to take it from our mates. This allowed men even to mark an unwilling mate, and the marked mate would have a deeper emotional dependence on him. And women could only beg her mate to mark her, which was ridiculous.

I walked out the door and imagined Kate’s face when I told her Alex was looking for her. Would she be excited to see her mate again, or would she run away again?

I could only say that, in my experience, running away was not a good choice.

Werewolves didn’t let their mate go easily, especially when Alex was an Alpha. A mate made you stronger. This wasn’t a romantic slogan; it was real.

Werewolves weren’t born strong. Every single werewolf was like a half-moon. Only when two half-moons were combined could the power of moonlight be fully activated. The one half was our mates.

For a pack, whether or not the power of the Alpha was strong would affect the future development of the pack, so even for this reason alone, I didn’t think Alex would let Kate go.

That was when I saw a black car parked in front of our house. It wasn’t our car.

My heart raced again. Michael had a lot of black cars. When I was at school, it was a similar black car every time he picked me up.

Was Michael finally going to pick me up? Did he realize my importance to him and decide to let the b*tch go?

I suppressed my excitement and pretended to walk past the car calmly. I knew that he would get out of the car and stop me.

Maybe Michael would even give me a hug and a kiss. I missed the smell of him during the night. I believed that Michael was the same.

After we settled this minor conflict, everything would be back to normal.

“Cecily.”

As expected, I heard my name.

I calmly turned around, not showing any expression on my face. I looked through the car window at the rolled-down window.

However, the person in the car window wasn’t the person I had imagined. On the contrary, the face I saw from the passenger seat was the person I hated seeing the most.

Why did it have to be Joanna now?