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

Chapter 155: A Familiar Female Voice

[Elizabeth’s Perspective]

“But you’re our Pack’s Beta. Will Armstrong let you go at this point?”

I almost ignored Anthony’s last question and focused directly on whether he could really leave with me.

If Armstrong was destined to reject me, then with Anthony’s company, I would be much better off with the royal family at the Lycan Pack.

“Escorting you can’t be left to the Lycan King’s men,” Anthony said, shaking his head. “The Alpha will realize that. Even if it’s not me, he’ll send someone else to protect you as long as you’re Luna of our pack.”

“What if I’m not Luna?” I blurted out.

I expected Anthony to be surprised, or to ask me what had happened, but he did neither.

He just looked at me sincerely and said, “Then I’ll still protect you. I want to know you’re safe.”

I looked at Anthony and wondered if I should tell him that I was about to be rejected by Armstrong.

Anthony stepped forward and took my hand. “Elizabeth, don’t worry. You’ll be Luna of our Pack. No one can replace you or take your place.

You don’t have to worry about my work either. After the Lycan King’s men arrive, the work in the pack will be reduced greatly. My men will be completely capable of doing it. I’ll talk to Alpha. He’ll agree to this.”

Anthony always had an easy way of knowing what I was thinking and comforting me appropriately.

I was encouraged by him and said, “Then I’ll talk to Armstrong about this and ask him to send you to me. Let’s pack now. I’ll contact Margaret first.”

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“You really look like Luna now. I’ll listen to you.” Anthony smiled at me.

I instructed Anthony to go pack his bags and lowered my head to text Margaret.

[I’m packing at home.]

[When do we set off?]

[Is there a specific time and way to leave now? What arrangements has the Lycan King made?]

Margaret didn’t respond after I sent her several messages. I didn’t have to do the cleaning up now. I was spinning my phone in boredom when I heard a knock on the door downstairs.

Anthony heard it too. He paused in his packing and turned to look at me questioningly.

I checked my phone. Margaret hadn’t replied. I shook my head at Anthony, indicating that I didn’t know who was knocking.

“Maybe Margaret came straight here?” I guessed.

“I’ll take a look first,” Anthony said.

I nodded. I heard Anthony’s footsteps on the stairs, followed by the sound of the door opening.

“And you are…?” Anthony asked the visitor at the door.

“I’m a friend of Margaret’s. Is Margaret home now?” It was a female voice that sounded familiar.

I must have heard this voice somewhere, but I couldn’t remember who it was.

She said she was Margaret’s friend. I frowned and continued to listen to them.

“Margaret isn’t here,” Anthony said.

“Oh, I see,” the other party said regretfully. “Then is it convenient for me to come in and have a seat? I want to wait for her for a while here.”

“I’m afraid that’s not very convenient.” Anthony’s voice became wary.

“Well, see you next time,” the female voice said.

“Goodbye,” said Anthony.

Then there was silence downstairs.

I waited for a long moment, but there was no sound of Anthony coming up the stairs again. Puzzled, I walked out the door. Everything was quiet. At that moment, I finally recognized the female voice.

The person who was talking outside the door was Angel!

She spoke to me for a long time that night. I remembered her voice well. There was no mistaking it.

I hurried down the stairs, wanting to remind Anthony not to believe her. She’d lied to me so much before to hurt Margaret. She wasn’t Margaret’s good friend. All she wanted to do was hurt her.

As I got off the last step of the stairs, I suddenly became aware of something else.

After Anthony’s last words, I didn’t hear the door close. Then his voice disappeared along with Angel’s.

I realized something was not right and wanted to stop, but it was too late.

I could already see Angel’s malicious smile and Anthony lying unconscious under her.

“Ah—!!!” I screamed involuntarily.

[Margaret’s Perspective]

I had just turned on my phone when I saw the three messages Elizabeth had sent me. They were all sent more than 10 minutes ago. I could almost imagine Elizabeth freaking out on the other end of the screen.

I sighed and replied to her.

[I’m also packing my luggage. Donald said that he would send someone to send us off soon. He will bring your luggage to my place as soon as possible.]

I thought for a moment, then opened the Mindlink between me and Donald.

[Elizabeth is still packing her luggage. I asked her to come to me. When are you going to send us away?]