317 The Missing Mate

I saw the veins on Michael’s forehead popping up, and his eyes turned from dark brown to gold. I knew he was going to get angry.

“No, don’t, Michael!” I blurted.

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I got up from the bed and took deep breaths.

This was a dream.

I turned my head to look out the window. The sky was already bright. It was the morning of the next day.

It was already very late when Michael came back last night. We snuggled up on the sofa for a while, then washed up and went to bed, but where was Michael now?

I looked down at the cloth in my hand. It was Michael’s pajamas. It seemed that he had left it for me in the morning. I always have the habit of hugging something when I sleep. I probably grabbed Michael too tightly this morning, and Michael didn’t have the heart to wake me up, so he left me his clothes.

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Thinking of this, I smiled and got out of bed. Maybe my mate was waiting for me in the dining room or living room.

However, it was only after I finished washing up and went around all the rooms that I had to admit that Michael might have left.

It was the weekend, so why did Michael have to leave early in the morning? I sighed as I resigned to my fate and toasted myself with bread while calling Michael.

There was a busy tone on the phone.

I lay on the bed with a slice of bread in my mouth, feeling a sense of powerlessness coming from the inside.

I came to the Lycan pack with Michael alone. I thought I had found a mate I could spend the rest of my life with, but I didn’t even know where my mate went on a weekend morning.

For a moment, I felt that I had failed in everything. I had failed in my studies, my career was not satisfactory, and even the love I believed in the most had given me a head-on blow.

I was not usually such a pessimistic person, but the chaotic and realistic dream just now affected me. I felt like I didn’t get any rest at all last night. The nerves in my brain kept twitching in pain as if I had been exhausted after not sleeping for several days.

Maybe Michael just went for a morning run, and I would wait for him in the room.

In a daze, I fell asleep again on the bed.

“Cecily? Cecily?”

A voice rang in my ear, and I felt someone shaking my body.

I opened my eyes and was greeted by a handsome and familiar face. Michael’s face was a mixture of worry and anxiety.

“How are you? Do you feel well?”

“Oh, you’re back.” I used his arm to sit myself up and rubbed my eyes. “What time is it now? I’m so hungry. Have you had breakfast? If you haven’t, let’s eat together.”

“Breakfast?” Michael stared at me with a strange expression. “In a few hours, you’ll be able to eat the next day’s breakfast.”

“What?” I didn’t understand.

“How long have you been sleeping?” Michael shook his head helplessly. “You were in this position when I left this morning. I was afraid of waking you up, so I left you your clothes, but you were still in this position when I came back at night. Are you okay?”

“Huh?” I turned to look out the window, dumbfounded. “It’s already night?”

“Yeah, you’re sleeping like a little pig.” Michael reached out and ruffled my hair.

“I saw you weren’t around when I woke up this morning, so I wanted to wait for you in bed. I don’t know how I fell asleep.” I thumped the bed in frustration and looked up to ask Michael, “Where have you been all day? You only came back at this time.”

I felt Michael’s body stiffen when he heard my question, and then he replied in a normal tone, “What else could it be? It was Brandon.”

“It’s the weekend today!” I glared at him in dissatisfaction.

“With our status, we don’t have any weekends.” Michael smiled wryly. “As a Prince, I must deal with emergencies at any time.”

“You’re speaking as if you’re a police officer.” I pouted and didn’t say it out loud. I didn’t know if the job Brandon gave Michael was that important, but I was very upset with Michael for not telling me where he went.

Michael’s face was as tired as yesterday. I thought about my dream this morning and felt something was wrong with Michael’s recent behavior.

Since the two of us met, Michael had never deliberately hidden anything from me. There were many things that I wanted to know, and Michael would take the initiative to tell me even without me asking. He had always hoped I could join his life, and I’d been working hard to do so.

But recently, I’d asked him several times, and he was beating around the bush or brushing it off.

If this involved the internal disputes of the royal family, I could understand that there were some unspeakable things, but my intuition told me that this wasn’t the real reason Michael was hesitating.

And what he was doing now was very likely related to General Lovecraft in my dream. It could be related to me.

Thinking of this, I couldn’t hold back any longer and asked directly, “What have you been up to recently?”