Chapter 16 You're not even wearing any clothes

***Angelina's POV***
Oliver reacted quickly. He just opened his eyes and grabbed my wrist, and used his other hand to snatch away the vase, "What are you doing?"
"You scum! Rascal! Bastard!" I broke his grip and took the metal photo frame smashed it at him again.
"You dare pretend to be gay to make me lower my guard. You're shameless! You raped me! I'm calling the police! I'm going to have grandfather kill you!"
Oliver rolled to dodge the flying frame as he yelled, "Calm down! I didn't assault you!"
"Liar!"
I picked up my shoes from the ground and threw them at him, "Don't try to defend yourself! You're not even wearing any clothes!"
Oliver dodged the shoes, saw the right moment to lunge at me, and took control of my hands: "I took off my clothes because they were wet. I felt cold. You need to calm down and listen to me! I didn't rape you!"
I didn't believe him. I clenched my fist and slammed him, "You lied to me! How can you explain sleeping next to me? How can you explain the wounds on your body? I must have struggled for a long time last night. But I still failed to resist."
"Oh my Goodness!" Oliver turned his face away from my fist, "You were having nightmares all night. You were screaming like crazy. I went to check on you out of concern. You grabbed my hand, biting and pinching, and wouldn't let go. I endured the pain and didn't leave you alone. Have you forgotten all these?"
My fist stopped in mid-air: "Really? You didn't cheat me?"
Oliver showed me the injury on his arm: "What would I lie to you for? My whole arm was scratched by you. Look at yourself, do you have any bruises on you? If I used violence against you, how could you not have a single bruise on your body?"
After hearing his words, I looked down and quickly checked my clothes.
The clothes were intact, not torn. My bra was still on. I guess I had worn it all night and now I felt strangled and out of breath.
My panties...
I yanked the sheet over to cover my body and then reached down to feel my panties.
Well, I was relieved that there was nothing out of the ordinary.
Oliver: "Are you done checking? Is there any discomfort anywhere?"
I shook my head in embarrassment, "No."
Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. He looked for clothes from the closet and put them on.
I glanced at Oliver's arm, which had a series of teeth marks and nail scratches, and several places where the skin had broken and bled, and the wounds looked particularly gruesome.
I took small steps over to him: "I'm sorry. I misunderstood you. I didn't do it on purpose."
Oliver closed the closet door: "It's good that the misunderstanding is cleared up. I'm curious as to what you dreamed about."
I dreamed that Matthew and Monica were abusing me. But I couldn't tell Oliver the content of the dream.
I lied: "Emm I dreamed...dreamed that I was fighting a lion."
"Really?" Oliver looked at me skeptically.
He didn't seem to believe my lie: "Princess Angelina, I heard from the Alpha King that you forgot a lot of things as a result of the car accident. You don't remember who abused you and threw you in the garbage. May I ask if you remember anything now?"
"No. I only remember the car accident. I can't remember the others."
"Princess, I have one more question, may I ask why you didn't return to the Blue Moon Pack and let everyone know you were alive? Why did you go to college under the new name Angela? Now everyone in the Blue Moon Pack thinks you're dead."
"The Blue Moon Pack would bring back sad memories. I don't want to face the past." I tried to round up my lie, hoping I wouldn't show any flaw, "Just like you, Prince. I've heard you're from the Black Moon Pack. But you haven't been back in ten years either."
"Okay. But ..."
"Oliver." I didn't want him to keep asking, so I interrupted him.
"Um?"
I pretended to be hit by a feeling, "Oliver, so I guessed correctly, you really are gay!"
Oliver furrowed his brow: "What?"
"You and I, sleeping in the same bed last night. But you didn't fuck me. SO You must be really 100% gay!"
"Damn it! How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not gay! "
I smiled and looked into his eyes, "You don't have to rush to deny it. I don't discriminate against gays. We can be friends. I feel very safe with you."
Oliver stared at me and suddenly pounced on top of me.
In a low, threatening voice, he said, "You shouldn't feel safe. If I hadn't controlled myself last night, you'd be crying in this bed today instead of smiling and thinking you've found out my secret."
I couldn't help but giggle out loud at Oliver's pretend seriousness.
"Stop. I'm seriously talking to you. I'm not gay. I'm a traditional werewolf loyal to my only mate, and I'll only have sex with my mate."
"Hahahahahahaha...Oliver, you're really interesting."
Oliver gritted his teeth and left the room, "Now that you're awake, hurry up and go home."

***Oliver's POV***
I instructed the servants to prepare breakfast and new clothes for Princess Angelina and asked the driver to wait downstairs. After making the arrangements
Standing under the showerhead, I recalled the scene from last night.
Princess Angelina said she dreamed she was fighting a lion, and I knew she must be lying.
I was on the phone in the living room last night when I heard Princess Angelina's screams. I rushed into the room.
She was sweating and struggling with pain, saying, " It hurts" and "I hate you". It was as if she was in a great deal of torture and suffering.
She was biting my arm with such hatred and fierceness as if she treated me as an unforgivable person.
She was biting my arm with such hatred and fierceness as if she treated him as an unforgivable person.
If I had not pinched her jaw in time, she might have bitten the flesh off my hand.
I also heard that she keeps reciting the name of "Matthew" ...
Matthew? Is that the man in the bar tonight?
She had a nightmare calling Matthew's name to get that man to save her?
Or, is Matthew the person who caused her great pain?
I have a feeling that Princess Angelina is hiding a lot of secrets. She did not want me to know. She deliberately changed the subject just now because she didn't want me to ask further.
However, although she does not want me to get involved in this matter, I still want to investigate everything secretly.
Whether she is my mate or not, out of loyalty to the Alpha King, I need to take revenge on the person who hurt his granddaughter.
After a bath, I changed into new clothes. I guess Princess Angelina should have left already.
"Ahhhhhhh-" A scream reached my ears.
It was Princess Angelina!
In the garden!
I followed the sound and pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window, and jumped straight down from the second floor.
"Princess!"