Pursuing My Rejected Alpha
Chapter 35

It was 4 PM Friday at St. Clarence hospital.

Lady Adele Fangblade hummed a tune in a low voice while she worked on a dark green sweater for her only son.

Said son always came to have dinner with her every Friday evening. Today was no different.

Three knocks at the door announced Ronan Silverback's arrival.

Lady Fangblade quickly put the unfinished sweater aside and sat up straight.

"Come in," she said in the direction of the door.

A tall man with dark hair, a pair of greenish-blue eyes, and a face that was practically a copy of her own appeared at the entrance with a bouquet of red carnations.

"Mom," he said, greeting his mother with the same gentle voice and smile.

Lady Fangblade stretched her arms out for a hug.

.....

Ronan Silverback handed the bouquet to a waiting Edith and scooped his mother up in a hug.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," Lady Fangblade nodded with a smile.

When Ronan loosened his hug, his mother's legs shook a little but then she stood up firmly and put one of her arms around Ronan's.

"Shall we?"

"Of course."

Lady Fangblade threw a glance at her nurse.

"Edith, you don't have to wait for us. Ronan will send me to bed today."

Edith dutifully bowed. "Very well. Thank you, Lady Fangblade.

Ronan led his mother to the luxurious black car that had been waiting at the hospital entrance. For his weekly date with his mother, Ronan always drove by himself. During the trip to Lady Fangblade's favorite restaurant, mother and son exchanged news from their lives. Ronan had an update regarding the mysterious belt. Unfortunately, it was not a good one.

After they found out that Shayla Plainheart, the young woman who had kept in touch regularly with Gavin Ashmore, went missing, all hell broke loose.

Ronan went back to the Silverback Corporation Headquarters to clear the mountain of paperwork while Jake and Quinn mobilized scouts and select pack members to replace the missing girl.

It was all for naught, for Shayla seemed to be swallowed whole by the earth on her way to the university.

None of Quinn's foster children noticed anything amiss with that young woman. She was behaving normally day in and day out, up to the day she went missing.

Despite extensive search day after day, they were back to square one.

"Is that so?" Lady Fangblade sighed. "This belt is rather curious. Do we know anything else other than it bore the Silverback family's sigil?"

"Oh, yes. I have some pictures of the belt on my phone. Lucien sent them to me. Take a look, Mom."

"Alright then."

Lady Fangblade opened the chat message between his son and Lucien.

"Oooh-" she said when she saw the last conversation on the previous day.

Ronan took a while to realize, but when he did, he almost smashed the car against a nearby traffic pole.

"Mom! Don't look at those!!!" He shouted in panic.

Lady Fangblade chuckled.

"Too late," she giggled as she showed Ronan the latest picture that he sent Lucien.

It was a picture of him, naked as he soaked in his whirlpool at his apartment in the pack house. A glass of Champagne cocktail was held loosely between his fingers.

The picture came with a caption : "I wish I could drink you up, right here and now."

Lucien's answer was one single word, "Shameless!"

Ronan rubbed at his reddened face with a hand while the other was holding the steering wheel.

"Mom, please stop. Give me my phone back, I will show you the belt pictures later."

"Pffft. I have seen every part of you when you were growing up. I still remember the location of every mole in your body."

"Mom! Goddess, that is so embarrassing," Ronan murmured under his breath.

Other than wanting to spend intimate quality time with his mother, this was his other reason to send everyone away when they were going for dinner. Ronan could play the mighty, respectable Alpha in front of everyone in the werewolf community as much as he wanted to, but in front of his mother, he would always be her little boy.

Ignoring her son's plea, Lady Fangblade continued scrolling down the chat until he found the pictures that Ronan was referring to.

"Hmmm."

"Well? Any clue, Mom?" Ronan asked, glad that he could talk about something else than the sexy pictures that he had been sending Lucien. He was secretly grateful that Lucien never replied with a picture of his own. Imagine how humiliating that would be! Lady Fangblade tapped at her lips as she looked at the pictures.

"I feel like I have seen it before, but I cannot be sure," she slowly said.

"Really?"

"Yeah. The design is very nice, too. Simplistic but elegant. I like it."

A soft ding sound was heard coming from the phone, followed by a tiny number 1 that appeared at the bottom right corner of the chat.

"Oh, Lucien sent you a message."

"Really? How rare," Ronan remarked.

Lucien rarely took the initiative to message Ronan. When he did, it was usually something serious.

"What does he say?"

Lady Fangblade scrolled up to see Lucien's latest message. Once she saw what it was, she gaped at the screen with her lips slightly parted. Ronan furrowed his brows when he saw his mother's reaction.

"Mom? What is it?"

Lady Fangblade cleared his throat. She waited until Ronan finished parking the car in the parking lot before she showed him what Lucien just sent.

It was a picture that Lucien took while he and Ronan were relaxing on the bed after a passionate lovemaking session.

In the picture, Ronan was resting with his eyes shut. He had his arms wrapped around Lucien's waist while half of his face was hidden behind Lucien's shoulder. Lucien's naked upper body was seen clearly along with the lovebites that were scattered over his fair skin like flower petals.

Under the picture, Lucien wrote, "I miss you. See you soon at the appointment ceremony."

Lady Fangblade had a smug grin plastered all over her face as she walked into the restaurant with her ashen-faced son.

Ronan was so embarrassed that he could die on spot.

On one side, he was extremely happy to know that Lucien took pictures of their intimate times together. He wanted to transform into his wolf form, howl at the full moon, and jump from roof to roof to celebrate.

On the other side, this was the kind of picture that should be reserved for his and Lucien's eyes only!

If Lucien knew what happened, he might go rampant and scold Ronan harshly for allowing anyone to see the embarrassing things that they sent each other in private.

And then, he might refuse to sleep with Ronan for a few weeks just to punish him.

Ronan did not dare to imagine what would happen if he told Lucien that his mother feasted her eyes on the picture before he did.

Lucien was going to kill him.

The Alpha groaned in his heart.

.....

In the end, it did not matter whether Lady Fangblade saw the picture before or after Ronan saw it. It would not be less embarrassing, or less awkward.

And because Lady Fangblade knew just how much it distressed Ronan, she could not stop talking about it.

As soon as they arrived, they were greeted by a concierge with a smile. They were led to a private cubicle on the second floor, the same cubicle that they frequented every week.

The restaurant was used to receiving Ronan and Lady Fangblade every week, so the staff always took care to get the cubicle ready even without any reservation.

Two glasses of water and a plate of snacks were quickly served while the mother and son pored through the restaurant menu.

"I see that things are going well between you and Lucien," Lady Fangblade commented after they placed their orders and sent the waiter on his way.

"Mhm," Ronan mumbled while taking a sip from his glass. He was suddenly so thirsty.

"It's good that you are actively exploring each other's bodies," she teased.

Ronan almost choked on his water. He had a coughing fit while his mother could not stop grinning.

The only saving grace was that she didn't know that the two men "explored each other's bodies" as early as seven years ago.

The Alpha cleared his throat a few times before he answered his mother, "Yes. It is going splendidly."

"Sooo, any plans in the near future?" The elder woman could not help but ask.

With a sheepish smile on his face, Ronan shyly looked up at his mother.

"Mom, I plan to ask him to marry me."

Lady Fangblade's eyes lit up in surprise.

"Oh, Goddess! This is the best news I get to hear since ages! When???"

"Soon. He has been busy with his pack, smoothening everything for his sister who is about to be crowned as the next Alpha."

"Ohh... Is that so?"

Lady Fangblade only managed to catch a glimpse of Lucien's sister a few times. She remembered that the woman shared similar features with Lucien, despite being less attractive than her brother.

Most Alphas were rather famous before they even became Alphas. Speaking about the Silent Walkers Pack for example, everyone had been expecting Lucien Clearwater to inherit the Alpha position from his father, Gordon Clearwater. He had thus been in the middle of the spotlight ever since he was born. His sister on the other side was always hidden in the shadow.

Speaking about Lucien...

Lady Fangblade reached over the dinner table and grabbed her son's hand.

"Ronan, have you talked about the future with Lucien? It is good that he does not become the Alpha, but he should not fill any powerful positions in his pack. Otherwise, he will leave an opening behind when he marries into the Infinite Eclipse Pack." Ronan squeezed back at his mother's hand.

"Mom, don't worry. Lucien is very sensible. He is not going to serve as Beta or Gamma either. He can leave the Silent Walkers Pack anytime. All that is left is for me to propose."

The corners of Lady Fangblade's lips were pulled into a wide smile.

"That is wonderful, Ronan. So wonderful."

"It is, Mom."

Their conversation was cut short when a waiter came by to bring their dinner.

For years, Lady Fangblade never failed to order her favorite grilled salmon steak over a bed of roasted mini potatoes and finger carrots. She generously poured the creamy lemon garlic butter sauce all over the steak before she dug in. Ronan's taste changed every week. This week, he ordered a plate of grilled lobster tail topped with thyme, complete with a bowl of cheese and white wine sauce.

At the end of the night, Ronan took his mother back to St. Clarence hospital. As usual, he planned to wait until his mother was asleep before he went on his way. This time though, Lady Fangblade did not plan to go to bed early. She sat up straight on the bed with bright, sparkling eyes that held unconcealed expectations.

In her hand, she was holding a black, velvety box.

"Mom? What is that?" Ronan asked, staring at the tiny box in his mother's hands.

"This, is something really, really special," Lady Fangblade answered mysteriously.

The box opened with a gentle click, exposing a beautiful diamond ring that nestled elegantly within.

"This is..."

"The Silverback family's heirloom, 'Maiden Of Endless Purity'. It was handed over to me when I married your father. Now it's time to pass it to you."

Ronan carefully took the ring out of the box and examined it. The huge brilliant-cut diamond stone was embedded in a white gold ring that was inlaid with exquisite, smaller diamond stones in marquise cuts. They looked like sparkling leaves that framed the huge diamond stone at the center.

"Thanks, Mom," he said, grinning bashfully from ear to ear.

Lady Fangblade tussled up her son's hair affectionately.

"Happiness is within your grasp, Ronan. Mom wishes you and Lucien all the best in your marriage."

Man and woman, every Alpha that ever ruled in any werewolf pack was crowned in the Holy Temple of Moon Goddess.

It was an intimate ceremony that was attended by a small number of people from each pack, among which were the reigning Alpha and Beta.

For the pack that was about to crown a new Alpha that day, the rule was slightly different.

The former Alpha must be present to hand over the pack authority to the next Alpha. The next Alpha was to name the new Beta and new Gamma on spot.

Since Deacon Clearwater, the former Alpha, was no longer there and Lucien took over the Alpha's responsibility during the second war, Lucien was tasked to perform the handover to Annalynne.

On the day of Annalynne's crowning ceremony, the air was unbelievably fresh because it rained heavily the previous night.

The sky was splendidly blue, dotted by fluffy clouds that gently drifted with the wind.

A temple priestess played a soft ethereal melody on the piano while the gathering crowd waited for the ceremony to start.

The powerful men of all werewolf packs greeted each other politely and engaged in small talks to update each other on some news from the human world.

.....

In her preparation room, Annalynne was trembling all over. She was beyond nervous. Her nervosity grew more and more every time she took a peek at the gathering Alphas and Betas outside. All of them were males. Annalynne was going to be the only female Alpha after generations of male Alpha, and the prospect terrified her.

"Lulu, I am so scared," Annalynne said while grabbing her brother's sleeves just before the ceremony started.

Clothed in an immaculate white robe with her long hair put up beautifully, Annalynne Clearwater looked more like a Luna than the Alpha.

"You are only now worried about this? Didn't you think about it before you joined the competition?" Lucien teased.

Annalynne pursed her lips. "Lulu!" She shouted, stomping her feet full of indignation.

Lucien laughed. He put an arm around Annalynne's neck and kissed her forehead.

"That only means that you have the making of an Alpha, unlike the other alpha she-wolves who prefer to marry good men instead of competing against men."

Annalynne made puppy eyes at her brother.

"Really?" She whispered. "Do you really think that way, Lulu?"

After all, Lucien was against her joining the competition in the first place. She always thought that her brother considered her to be beneath the alpha males in the pack. Lucien tucked a stray strand on Annalynne's forehead behind her ear with an indulgent smile.

"I was against your participation in the competition because I did not want you to get hurt."

Lucien bumped his forehead against Annalynne's lovingly.

"Who would have known that my own sister is such a magnificent fighter? Your brother is very, very proud of you."

Annalynne's lips trembled. Her eyes started to become glassy from unshed tears.

"Lulu, I... I..."

"Oh, don't cry now, you will mess up your face," Lucien said. He hastily pressed a handkerchief against the ends of Annalynne's eyes.

"Look at you. You are about to become the next Alpha of our pack. Why are you still such a crybaby?"

"Just... I am only a crybaby in front of you," Annalynne said in her defense.

"Oh really. Have you never cried in front of Lowell?"

Annalynne's face turned pink right away. She looked like a steamed lobster.

"I... No, I..."

Lucien started to giggle. "No need to be shy. We are all adults."

"Mmm."

Annalynne took her brother's hand and squeezed it.

"Say, Lulu... Umm..."

"What?"

"Umm..."

Annalynne's cheeks were burning from shame, but she asked what she wanted to ask anyway.

"Can Lowell and I not get married after, say, three months?"

4"

Lucien's smile drained from his face within an instant, replaced by a scowl.

"Anna, it is too early," he said full of determination.

Annalynne's face fell.

"Then, can we mark each other before we get married?"

Mark each other?

By marking, was Annalynne talking about establishing a mating bond?

A mating bond was established by marking each other during o****m.

O****m happened during s*x!

Annalynne was literally asking for permission to have s*x with Lowell!

A dangerous light flashed across Lucien's eyes. His handsome face was distorted into a mask of fury.

No way in hell!

Lucien squared his shoulders and glared at his sister. "Is this his idea? I am going to beat some sense into him once we get back."

"No!" Annalynne grabbed Lucien's arm hastily. "It's just... For werewolves, the mating bond is more important than the wedding itself. It doesn't require any ceremony."

Lucien grabbed Annalynne's shoulders and spoke to her in a serious tone," Exactly because it is more important that you must not take it lightly. If Mom and I do not allow you two to get married so soon, of course you two are not allowed to mark each other yet!" Annalynne bit into her lip while she listened to her brother's scolding.

"I don't know what makes you think that you can do it. I demand that you uphold your chastity until Mom and I decide that he is the right man for you."

Annalynne groaned.

"But Lulu..." The woman started to protest.

"But what?" Lucien snapped. There were no buts. Annalynne must not be careless and make a mistake that she could not undo.

Annalynne pulled her lips into a thin line. She took a deep breath a few times before she managed to muster all the courage to say what she was thinking.

"Lulu, you slept with Ronan Silverback many times," she said in a low voice with a hint of displeasure. "You haven't marked each other, but you might as well have. I can smell his scent on you."

Lucien facepalmed.

"All the time," Annalynne added, emphasizing each word to indicate that it was still happening.

Blood shot to Lucien's face. He wished the earth beneath his feet could open up and swallow him whole.

Ronan Silverback and his Beta Jake stood with other Alphas and Betas in the vast, verdant grass field. They formed a trust circle, with those from the Silent Walkers Pack kneeling in the middle. Their backs were stiff and straight, but their heads were slightly bowed. An air of solemnity washed over the werewolves when the High Seer made her appearance with a few priests and priestesses in tow. Despite her old age, she was blessed with an everlasting youthful appearance. For this occasion, she wore her long silver hair in a French braid bun that was accessorized with flower hairpins.

After the High Seer took her place in front of the kneeling werewolves from the Silent Walkers Pack, she extended both of her hands in front of her.

"Welcome, all Alphas and Betas," she greeted everyone with a voice that was both light and commanding at the same time.

All Alphas and Betas crossed their right arms over their chest and solemnly answered, "We are here to answer to the Moon Goddess."

The High Seer had a pair of beautiful turquoise eyes that were unfortunately non-functional. Those who the Moon Goddess elected to be High Seers lost their worldly sights but gained the godly eyes instead.

Nevertheless, when her gaze drifted around the crowd, she did not appear blind at all. She saw them, just not with her eyes.

"The Silent Walkers Pack has gone through a drastic growth in the last few months.

Today, we are here to crown a new Alpha of the pack, and welcome the pack back into our midst."

.....

The High Seer's empty eyes were directed at Lucien Clearwater at first, and then her gaze drifted slowly to Annalynne Clearwater who was slightly trembling in front of her.

The High Seer put one of her hands on top of Annalynne's head, and the other on top of Lucien's head.

"The Alpha position is often associated with pride and fame. While many chase the honor, little realize the amount of burden and responsibility that Alphas must carry behind their back."

"Lucien Clearwater, in name of Deacon Clearwater, you are here to hand over the Alpha position of the Silent Walkers Pack to Annalynne Clearwater.

Is this what you wish to do?"

"Yes, it is," Lucien answered, his eyes shut tightly.

The High Seer then turned to Annalynne.

"Annalynne Clearwater, you are here to take over the Alpha position of the Silent Walkers Pack.

Is this what you wish to do?"

"Yes, it is," Annalynne answered with a broken voice.

"Are you willing to serve the Moon Goddess with all your heart and soul?"

"Yes, I am," Annalynne answered again, this time with a firmer voice.

"Are you willing to abide by the Blood Oath and enforce the Blood Oath among your pack members?"

"Yes, I am."

"Are you willing to serve and represent your pack in the werewolf community?"

"Yes, I am."

"Are you willing to commit your life to your pack, never to turn your back on your pack members no matter what happens?"

"Yes, I am."

Annalynne flinched when something cold was transferred from the High Seer's palm to her head. The icy sensation flowed down her head, spreading slowly to the ends of her fingers, her legs, and the ends of her toes.

Both Lucien and Annalynne when the High Seer removed her hands.

"By the grace of the Moon Goddess, the handover has been performed successfully.

Alpha Annalynne, please stand up and greet your fellow Alphas and their Betas."

Annalynne rose to her feet and turned to face the many Alphas and Betas whose pairs of eyes were directed at her.

"I, Annalynne Clearwater, henceforth will serve as the Alpha of the Silent Walkers Pack. I humbly beg for the guidance of all Alphas and Betas."

As the custom demanded, Annalynne thus approached the Alphas and Betas one by one and exchanged deep bows to signify an introduction of the new Alpha to the currently reigning Alphas and Betas from the other packs. They all whispered their congratulations and good wishes for the new Alpha as they exchanged bows.

At last, it was time to announce the Beta and Gamma of the Silent Walkers Pack.

Annalynne picked Kendra Firemoon as her Beta and Acatha Goldenfell as her Gamma.

This decision undoubtedly invited questionable looks from the surrounding Alphas and Betas. All the powerful positions in the pack were filled by women. It was, to be frank, a very bold and interesting move.

Then again there was no guarantee that women could not do the job as well as men.

At the end of the ceremony, there was a celebratory banquet for socializing purposes.

While everyone else was interested to talk to Annalynne, Kendra, and Acatha, Ronan only had eyes for Lucien.

The Alpha of the Infinite Eclipse Pack scanned the crowd for his lover and found Lucien near the staircase. He was chatting with Bjorn.

"Lulu."

Ronan circled an arm around Lucien's waist from behind. A soft sigh escaped his lips when he inhaled the sweet, familiar fragrance from Lucien's body.

Bjorn could barely suppress a smile.

"Well then Lucien, we will talk later."

Bjorn left without waiting for Lucien to answer.

"Thanks," Ronan said while grinning at Bjorn's back.

The man in his arms was not as thankful.

"Ronan!" He hissed. "We are in a public place!"

"Alright, then let's go somewhere private," Ronan decided. It had been a week since he last sampled Lucien's sweet body. Ronan could not wait any longer.

The Alpha wanted to lead Lucien away from the grass field, but to his bewilderment, Lucien refused to come along.

Ronan furrowed his brows in confusion.

"What's wrong?" He asked while caressing Lucien's cheek and drawing a soft sigh from the latter.

After making sure that no one heard him, Lucien cleared his throat and spoke in a low voice. "Ronan, I am trying to set a good example for Anna. Let's not do anything beyond kissing for now." Ronan stared at Lucien. His gaze spoke a thousand words, but he simplified them down to a statement.

"Lucien, we did more than just kissing."

His cheek glowing pink from hearing Ronan's words, Lucien dragged Ronan to a corner.

"I know," he hissed in a low voice.

Ronan gave him a look full of disbelief.

"We had s*x. A lot, if you remember. Both in human form as well as... Mmff!!"

Lucien pressed a hand against Ronan's lips.

"Shut up!" He hissed urgently. "I forbid you from speaking about it ever again!"

Although there was nothing wrong with Beowulf and Landon having s*x, Lucien still felt uncomfortable talking about it.

.....

Ronan's gaze drifted to the many Alphas and Betas in the crowd, and his eyes happened to meet with Annalynne's. "Seriously?" He asked, his face darkened in an instant.

"Is this the first rule that Annalynne enforced after becoming an Alpha? Forbidding you from sleeping with me?"

"No!" Lucien quickly denied it.

Goddess forbade what Ronan would do if that were true. He might start an argument with Annalynne on spot, ignoring the time, place, and occasion. Ronan was shameless like that. Lucien knew him well enough to say that.

"Then what is it?" Ronan asked with a growl of displeasure. "Why can we not go beyond kissing?"

"Because! I already told you that I want to set a good example for Annalynne."

Lucien then told Ronan all about the Alpha competition, how it started and ended, the start of Annalynne's and Lowell's love story, and the conversation that the siblings had before the crowning ceremony took place.

Ronan's

jaw dropped open.

"Lulu, she is a big girl. If she wants to have s*x, let her."

Lucien was enraged.

"What do you mean, let her?? It is as if you don't know how the werewolf community sees women who practice debauchery!"

Of course Ronan knew.

Male werewolves could go and have s*x with anyone before they established a mating bond with a she-wolf.

She-wolves did not share the same privilege. Once they lost their virginities to anyone other than their mates, they were often considered damaged goods and earned spite and mockery from others.

It was even worse when they got pregnant by men who refused to take responsibility for both the women and the pups.

The family members of the pregnant women might just d isown them. Most of these pregnant women ended up as rogue she-wolves. Surviving was difficult enough without pack support, let alone surviving with pups in their bellies.

This was the main reason why Ronan helped out as many rogue she-wolves as he could. He did not even demand them to serve him in bed initially. When their heat arrived, they automatically sought him to vent their pent-up desire.

As a grown-up man with a healthy s****l appetite, Ronan of course did not refuse their advances. He rolled with them between the sheets and earned the notorious reputation of being a playboy just like that.

The Alpha sighed as he recalled his debauched affairs back then.

"Lulu, she is the Alpha now," Ronan calmly said. "You can't tell her what to do and what not."

The man in front of him straightened his robe and scowled at Ronan.

"Thankfully, Anna still sees me as her big brother. As long as I do what I preach, she will not be careless in her relationship with Lowell."

Ronan shook his head. Well. Good that he already planned to propose to Lucien, then. Otherwise, he would have to be abstinent for a long time. Ronan shivered at the mere thought.

"Please?" Lucien begged, cupping Ronan's face with both hands. "Just until we know what kind of person Lowell is."

Ronan pulled Lucien into an embrace and planted a kiss on Lucien's lips.

"Say, Lulu. What is your thought about the way werewolf society treats she-wolves? Should rogue she-wolves really be punished for having s****l relations outside of marriage?"

Lucien shook his head gently.

"Of course not," he sighed. "But then again I also disagree with the notion that everyone can have s*x with anyone they wanted and sire pups that end up having no fathers to look up to."

Ronan had to agree. Unfortunately, the young werewolves were eager to have s*x but they did not care much about the she-wolves that they slept with, let alone about the pups that said she-wolves gave birth to. The she-wolves ended up suffering, yes, but the pups suffered even

more.

"If you were a girl, would you refuse to have s*x with me when we met at Alpha Camp then?" Ronan asked out of curiosity.

Lucien's eyes softened.

"If I were a girl, I can ensure you that I will not sleep with you that quickly. As an Alpha's daughter, the pressure to be prim and proper is unbearable."

Ronan slid his hand into Lucien's hair and smiled mischievously.

"I might seduce you every second of the day, though."

Lucien chuckled.

"If I did it with you as a girl and fell pregnant with our child, would you be willing to marry me?"

What a question.

Ronan grinned and gave Lucien another kiss before he answered.

"I would drag you and our unborn child to this very temple and demand for the High Seer to marry us on spot," he declared. "And then I would go back to my father, take whatever beating he dished me, and return to your side. If we were both kicked out of our

packs, we would live happily somewhere else. I know that my mother will help us still."

It all sounded so simple when Ronan said it. Lucien could not help but laugh at his naivete. In what world would Dane Silverback let go of his precious son?

"I love you," Lucien whispered while tracing Ronan's powerful jawline.

"I love you more," Ronan whispered back, taking Lucien's hand into his and kissing the knuckles.

"So I guess you cannot come to live in my pack starting from today?"

Lucien shook his head in regret.

"No, I am sorry."

"Alright then, let me take you out on a date."

Stunned, Lucien blinked at Ronan who flashed him a roguish smile.