These looks seemed to be a kind of silent interrogation, 'How could I, an ordinary werewolf, become the mate of the Lycan Prince of the royal family?'
Initially, I would be disturbed by this kind of look. But as it happened frequently, I could act more freely with Michael in any situation. Michael and I were fated mates chosen by the Moon Goddess, and I was the one who should have stood by Michael's side.
Some of them found out about my past through some sources and that I had been rejected by an Alpha heir, which made it even harder for them to accept that I could stand by Michael's side. But none of this affected me. I learned to love myself and not to live with the annoyance of others pointing fingers.
"Yes, we're perfect for each other." I looked at Michael, my heart filled with boundless satisfaction and possessiveness.
Michael grinned, took my hand, and walked through the crowd of onlookers.
