Pursuing My Rejected Alpha
Chapter 39

A werewolf's rut happened one to two times a year. It was mostly affected by the moon's movement, but also by a lot of other aspects such as the mental stability and physical condition of the said werewolf.

When the werewolf in question was heavily agitated or was experiencing extreme grief, the rut often came early. When it came, the werewolf went through intense pain. It was almost as if the pain in the heart manifested itself into a pain in the body and condemned the werewolf to endless t*****e.

Unless the werewolf got to unburden himself, he was going to suffer until his rut period was over. It usually took from three days to a week.

In such cases, the only person who could provide any sort of relief was the mate.

Judging from Ronan's condition, his rut must have started as soon as he returned home.

Lucien closed his eyes and hooked his arms around Ronan's neck, accepting Ronan's forceful kisses willingly. He could taste blood in the kisses because Ronan's fang scraped against his lip and tore it open.

Without a single thread covering his body, Lucien was lifted easily and thrown into the bed. Another ripping sound told Lucien that Ronan had also gotten rid of his remaining clothes.

It did not take long for the Alpha to come pouncing at him again.

His beastly instincts told him to intrude into Lucien's body right away and feed into his carnal desire.

.....

Unfortunately, Lucien's body was too tight. The flower hole between his legs had shrunk to its original size again after days of no penetration. It was not suitable for entry. Ronan roared in frustration as he kept trying to push his engorged organ into Lucien.

"Ronan."

Lucien's cold hands pressed against Ronan's feverish cheeks. The cool sensation made Ronan gasp but also provided him some heat relief.

"Get us some lube. This is going nowhere."

Wordlessly, Ronan grabbed Lucien's arms and started peppering his colder body with kisses.

"Ronan."

Lucien bit into his lower lip to stifle a moan when Ronan started sucking on one of his nipples.

He buried one of his hands into Ronan's hair while the other brushed against the bedsheet and the nightstand.

He was looking for some remote control to turn off the heater, but said remote control was nowhere to replace.

"What are you thinking about?" Ronan growled in displeasure and bit into the swollen nipple. His action prompted Lucien to scream in pain. "Ahhhh!!! No, it's just... Too hot. Ronan, turn off the heater."

Again, Ronan did not answer.

He was too busy attacking Lucien on his chest. When he was done with one blooming bud, he went to pamper the other.

Furious with the lack of response, Lucien grabbed a handful of Ronan's hair and tugged it backward.

"I said, turn off the heater and get us some lube," he repeated angrily.

Ronan stared at Lucien.

In a daze, he eventually climbed off Lucien's body and went to press a button on the headboard.

A beeping sound was heard, and the gently buzzing sound that the heater generated was gone.

Ronan rummaged into the nightstand's drawer, but he could not replace what he wanted.

"F**k!" He cursed loudly, his mind drowned in a flood of emotions.

"You don't have any?"

Ronan did not answer. He merely turned away from Lucien and sat at the edge of the bed, rocking back and forth with his head buried in his palms. Lucien put his arms around Ronan from behind. He gently kissed the latter's neck and shoulder.

"I am sure we can replace something useful in this apartment. Some oil? Cream?"

Ronan's body tensed up somehow when he heard Lucien's last words.

"What is it?" Lucien queried. "Do you have something in mind?"

Ronan pressed a hand against his eyes. The minute trembling of his body told Lucien that he was crying. He was grieving for his mother. Lucien pulled Ronan back into the bed. He let the Alpha lay on top of him and wrapped him in a tight embrace.

"Don't keep it inside," he softly whispered. "Let it all out."

Ronan buried his face into the pillow above Lucien's shoulder and cried silently. Lucien kept his mouth shut, pretending not to be there while Ronan drowned himself in sorrow. It was probably the best thing to do in this situation. Ronan was not only an alpha werewolf but also the Alpha of his pack. He had his pride. Despite the immense pain that he was going through, he knew that he could not afford to appear weak in front of anyone, not even in front of Jake. But who could do that? Alphas were living beings, their bodies were made of flesh. Blood flowed through their vessels just like everyone else's.

Joy and sorrow, happiness and sadness, all of these were part of life.

No one was constantly happy, as no one was constantly sad.

The huge pressure that Alphas had to endure was brutal.

Lucien gently pressed a kiss against Ronan's neck.

"I love you," he whispered. "I am here for you."

That was all he could say. Anything else would be insensitive.

"It's okay" was not okay.

"Everything will be fine" was not going to make anything fine.

"Calm down" would only flare Ronan up.

They were, after all, talking about his mother here.

Above him, Ronan shifted and rubbed his forehead against Lucien's neck. The other man's lower body temperature felt good against his skin, but it was unable to quench the fire inside Ronan's body.

The fire raged like an untamed beast, demanding him to devour everything and anything, including the naked fated mate on his bed.

"Lulu, I am so uncomfortable," he said with a muffled sound.

"I know," Lucien replied. He reached downward and seized Ronan's rock-hard erection. "Do you want to cum first? Then we can use your semen as lubricant..." Ronan shook his head.

"No need," he said. "I have something else."

The Alpha went to the couch and grabbed something from inside a bag. He then went back to the bed with a tube of hand lotion in his hand.

Lucien was rather surprised. He did not expect Ronan to carry around some hand lotion.

Nevertheless, it was a solution to their problem.

Lucien lay on his back and pulled his legs up. He then spread it willingly and waited for Ronan to make his move.

Ronan poured the hand lotion into his hands and rubbed them together. He took care to smear the length of his fingers with the slick liquid.

Lucien looked away from embarrassment and shut his eyes.

The rustling sound of the bedsheet and the shifting weight on the bed told him that Ronan was approaching him.

A pair of strong hands grabbed Lucien's legs and let them settle against each side of Ronan's powerful waist.

Lucien shivered when some of the cold hand lotion was rubbed against the tight ring around his hole. And then, the same finger was pushed into Lucien's depth.

.....

“Ngh...!”

Lucien arched his back from the sudden pressure.

The finger pushed relentlessly inside until it could not go any deeper.

Lucien wriggled around on the bed. He instinctively sought an escape, but Ronan grabbed his waist with his other hand and kept him in place.

Low moans escaped Lucien's throat as the single finger stabbed into his body repeatedly.

Its ceaseless assault eventually turned Lucien's resistant insides into a pool of mud, soft and velvety folds that welcomed Ronan's invasion. Whenever the finger came in, it was massaged lovingly. When it was pulled out, Lucien's muscles sucked hard on it. They were reluctant to let him go. Ronan's breathing grew heavy with rising passion.

One finger turned into two. They pumped in and out of Lucien's body vigorously. The thick hand lotion had been turned into thin oil due to the rapid and continuous movement.

When Lucien's breathing evened out and he no longer resisted the two fingers, Ronan added another finger.

The man on the bed pulled a grimace from the pain. He turned his head to the side, grabbed a pillow, and bit into a corner.

He felt so full down there.

It hurt so much when Ronan expanded him.

He was not having his rut, so he was not as easily excitable.

The Alpha on the other hand was close to exploding. His self-restraint was like sand that ran through the gap between his fingers, which were going in and out of Lucien impatiently, demanding his lover to quickly catch up, so that they could burn together in lust. Lucien was enveloped in Ronan's salty, sandalwood scent. He was dizzy and disoriented. The only thing that kept him conscious was the three fingers that went in and out of him wantonly. His mind slowly unraveled, clouded by lust.

Let go, a voice spoke in his head. Let go of everything.

You don't have to hold back anymore.

When he gave in to the scent of Ronan's pheromone, his body eventually reacted to it.

Lucien gasped hard when his heart started to pound hard against his ribs.

The jerking movement that Lucien's body made did not escape Ronan's eyes.

"Lulu? What's wrong?" He asked, sliding the hand that rested at Lucien's waist to his cheek.

"Are you in pain...?"

When Ronan leaned closer, the first thing that he noticed was the unmistakable sweet scent that emanated from Lucien's body.

He took a deep breath and let Lucien's pheromone wash over him.

So delicious.

Ronan licked his lips.

Finally, he thought.

His fingers started to pump faster into Lucien's depth.

"Aaah, ahhh...!!!"

Lucien clawed into Ronan's arms, leaving marks on the flesh.

Ronan was not only not bothered, he even welcomed the pain.

On the bed, Lucien still tried hard to maintain his sanity. He could feel the bubbling desire in his heart, the pressure in his chest.

He was more than familiar with this feeling, but it was the first time his rut came because it was induced by someone else.

When Lucien's rut came, it came like a tsunami that flooded the entire beach and destroyed everything in its wake.

His body became pliant, his sweaty body smelled like the sweetest oranges. Ronan could not have enough of them.

He could no longer wait. He needed to have Lucien right now.

"Don't... No..." Lucien whimpered when Ronan withdrew his fingers from Lucien's body completely.

Lucien curled up on the bed. He felt so empty down there.

He needed something to fill him up.

Or someone...

Lucien peered at Ronan from his position on the bed.

"Come inside," he told him.

Ronan was more than glad to be of service.

He poured the hand lotion into his hand and coated his shaft from the glans to the base. The liquid felt cool against his hardened flesh.

Ronan closed his eyes and sighed.

Even the mere act of lubricating was already too much for him. He had been erect for a long time. He needed to unload himself as soon as possible, but not yet. He needed to make Lucien feel good as well. "Lulu, I am coming in," the Alpha announced, pressing his engorged p***s against Lucien's softened hole.

Lying on the bed, panting and sweating, Lucien merely gave a subtle nod.

His waist was pulled downward and a steely rod was slowly fed into his expanded tunnel.

The actual organ was after all longer and thicker than just three fingers.

Lucien inadvertently started to squirm in discomfort again. His insides tensed up almost immediately, causing Ronan to groan from the tightness.

"Baby, don't clench so hard," Ronan said in a husky voice. "Relax. Let me in. I want to be inside you. Be one with you."

"Mmmh..."

Lucien clawed into the mattress. No matter how many times they did it, the first penetration would never be painless. Ronan was simply too big.

Lucien opened his mouth in a silent scream when the Alpha slammed the last two inches home.

His mouth was quickly captured into a kiss when Ronan shifted his weight on top of Lucien and started pounding into him.

"Slow... Slowly," Lucien begged while he endured Ronan's frantic assault.

In his frenzy, the Alpha seemed to forget his initial plan to make Lucien feel good.

He pinned the latter against the bed and slammed hard into him mercilessly.

Lucien felt like a dying man. It became increasingly difficult to breathe let alone feel good. All he could think about was that Ronan's incessant pounding must have dislocated some of his internal organs. And ruptured some. "Ahh... Ahhh... Ronan, stop..." He begged, his broken voice shaking with every thrust.

Instead of slowing down, Ronan pressed his lips against Lucien's to shut him up.

Fingers intertwined on the pillow, their limbs locked together, Lucien had no way to free himself. He could only succumb to his fate.

Until he got enough of being bullied.

The sound of Lucien's patience thread snapping into two was so loud that it was a miracle that Ronan did not hear it.

.....

The Alpha merely felt an inexplicable chill running down his spine before Lucien bit him hard on the lower lip, pulled a leg free, and kicked him hard on the stomach. They were separated instantly.

The force of the kick almost sent Ronan falling off the edge of the bed.

On the bed, Lucien turned to his side and curled into a ball. His face was scrunched up from the pain.

"A*****e," he muttered in resentment. "I am not here to be f****d to death!"

After getting kicked, Ronan sobered up somehow.

"Sorry," he said while rushing to Lucien, his voice full of concern.

"Sorry, Lulu. Are you hurt?"

Lucien groaned.

"Hurt? Do you need to see blood???"

The Alpha hung his shoulders in depression.

In the darkness, it was rather difficult to read Ronan's expression. Only his hunched frame gave hints about his inner turmoil.

Lucien sighed. He raked his fingers through his hair and scowled.

Their ruts were not going to go away until they finished what they already started.

Having endured the force of the rut period alone for more than a day, Ronan needed it even more than Lucien.

"Come here," Lucien said meekly, extending an arm at Ronan.

Ronan breathed out of relief.

The Alpha took Lucien's arm and peppered it with kisses, starting from his open palm to the inside part of his lower arm, the soft spot inside his elbow, and settled along the upper arm. "Mmph..."

Lucien pressed a hand against his mouth to stifle any noises that threatened to spill from his lips.

Encouraged by Lucien's sweet voice, Ronan's kiss wandered to Lucien's shoulder, his teeth gently bit into the latter's collarbone before he started licking and sucking on the side of Lucien's neck. When Ronan felt that Lucien was no longer angry, he pulled him to sit on his lap.

The two men exchanged sweet, gentle kisses while their hands explored each other's bodies. Lucien's fingers rubbed against the defined pectoral muscles and the deep abdominal lines on Ronan's body. "Do you like what you touch?" Ronan whispered into Lucien's ear, his hunting breath hot against the latter's earlobe.

In response, Lucien's hands moved downward and seized Ronan's m*****d in a tight grasp.

The Alpha sucked in a deep breath.

"Lulu, be careful," Ronan hissed.

"What if I am not?" Lucien asked him in a flat tone.

Ronan chuckled.

"You don't want me to come yet."

"Oh really," Lucien murmured gloomily. "When do I want you to come then?"

"When I am inside you," Ronan ended the conversation with a kiss.

Ronan's hot and large hands kneaded at Lucien's shapely back before they wandered to his waist and then to the twin plump flesh underneath.

"Um..."

Lucien closed his eyes and arched his back. He slipped Ronan's p***s into the gap between his thighs and gently rocked against it.

Ronan gladly complied, helping Lucien with his hands.

The bulbous tip poked into Lucien's hole with every thrust. While Lucien seemed to enjoy it, Ronan was in hell.

"Lulu, please," he begged. "Don't play games with me."

Lucien opened his eyes and pressed their foreheads together.

"Lift me," he commanded. "Then slowly go inside."

Ronan did what Lucien wanted him to do and pressed his p***s against his lover's entrance.

He thrust shallowly at first but then gradually went deeper.

Judging from Lucien's silence, this was what he preferred too. Slow and sensual lovemaking despite what their raging pheromones were asking for.

Ronan tilted his head in search of Lucien's lips. Once he found them, he locked their lips together in a passionate kiss. Lucien hooked his arms behind Ronan's neck and bounced gently on top of him.

The sweet sensation of being enveloped by Lucien's warm and wet folds was overwhelming. His movement became faster and faster, but this time no complaint spilled from Lucien's mouth. The perfect curve of Ronan's meat blade grazed against Lucien's sensitive points with every thrust. He too was nearing his limit and aching for release.

Other than the heavy breathing sounds and occasional moans, only the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air.

When Ronan could not take it anymore, he put both of his hands against Lucien's waist. Lucien was held down as Ronan thrust deep into him several times.

"Oh... no, I am..."

Lucien was unable to finish his sentence. He started spasming and clenched hard around Ronan.

Clenching his jaw from the stimulation, Ronan spread Lucien's buttcheeks with his hands and pushed one last time deep into the latter.

"Ah... Ahh...!!!"

Lucien hugged Ronan's neck and came at the same time the Alpha popped a knot inside him. His p***s jerked uncontrollably, sending spurts of c*m splattering against their sweaty chests and abdomens.

Inside Lucien, Ronan's swollen organ started spilling his seed into Lucien.

Both of them sighed as they drowned in the sea of bliss. Ronan wrapped Lucien's body in his arms and pressed a kiss against the latter's neck.

When his tongue lapped around Lucien's nape, his mating instinct took over. It forced Ronan to bare his fangs and bite into Lucien's scent gland. Through the bite, he injected his pheromone into Lucien's body and marked him as his own.

Lucien trembled slightly when it happened. The tension in his body eventually melted away as the Alpha's pheromone slowly enter his system. That was probably the best reaction that Ronan could hope for.

Relieved that Lucien was not upset, Ronan prepared to release him. But then he felt an unfamiliar pain on his own nape.

His eyes widened in shock when he realized what was happening.

Lucien was biting into his scent gland!

When two werewolves established their mating bond with each other, the mutual injection of each other's pheromones brought about physicochemical changes that took effect almost immediately. Exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally, Ronan ended up passing out on the spot.

Lucien remained lucid for some time before he too was knocked out for the night.

When Lucien opened his eyes again in the morning, the first thing that crossed his mind was how warm and stuffy the air inside the bedroom was.

He carefully disentangled himself from Ronan to prevent the latter from waking up.

His clothes had been ripped to pieces so he had nothing to wear. He thus picked Ronan's shirt from a couch and draped it around his naked form.

Walking across the bedroom, he found a glass door behind a set of thick curtains. It opened to a round balcony.

As soon as he opened the door, the cold winter wind blew inside, purging the room of the smell of their combined pheromones and s*x.

Lucien leaned against the railing and laced his fingers together.

.....

'Well, you did it!' Landon spoke up in Lucien's head. 'I am so proud of you!'

Blood gave rise to the crimson blush on Lucien's cheeks when he was reminded of what he and Ronan did the previous night.

'It feels surreal,' he told his wolf. 'We haven't even got married yet!'

Lucien did not have any problem consummating his relationship with Ronan, but he did have some reservations about sealing a mating bond with him prior to the marriage.

Landon, on the other side, could not care less.

'You human beings always make it so complicated,' he growled. 'If it were up to me and Beowulf, we would have done it weeks ago.

He of course was referring to the time he had s*x with Beowulf.

Lucien cringed.

'Stop, I don't want to hear it.'

Landon scoffed.

'What, you and Ronan can f**k each other freely but you can't stand it when I do the same with Beowulf???'

'Just... Don't talk about it, okay?'

Landon howled inside Lucien's head.

'Anyway. We worked hard to get to this point. Don't waste this chance for happiness.

'Mmm.'

While Lucien busied himself with his wolf and his thoughts, the other man on the bed stirred.

'I can't say that I am not surprised,' Beowulf immediately started to talk in Ronan's head. 'But wow. Absolutely fantastic. Lucien is such a dream!'

A dream?

'Was it all a dream, then?' Ronan asked dumbly.

Beowulf cackled like a hyena.

'Why don't you check your nape for an answer?'

Ronan lifted a hand and started rubbing against his neck. When his finger touched Lucien's bitemark, he immediately hissed from the pain.

It was real.

The pain was real.

The bitemark was real.

He could still taste Lucien's blood in his mouth.

Yesterday, he and Lucien...

A faint blush appeared on the Alpha's cheeks. He rubbed against his face with one hand, while the other hand brushed against the empty spot on the bed. Lucien's scent lingered on the bed, but the man was not there.

'Where is he?' Ronan asked again. 'Did he run away after marking me?'

Beowulf cackled again.

'Find out for yourself. Just don't mess it up this time!

Ronan lifted himself to a sitting position with a groan. His whole body felt sore and sticky. And the room was freezing cold!

Ronan pulled the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around his body as he walked toward the source of the cold air.

The view was amazing.

Barefooted and only wearing Ronan's overlarge shirt, Lucien was leaning against the railing. Beneath the single layer of fabric were the fair shoulders that Ronan loved to squeeze, the slender waist that he loved to grab, and the two round flesh that he loved to

knead.

The Alpha had to swallow hard in order to not jump at Lucien and push himself inside the sweet spot between his legs again.

Lucien must still be sore from the previous night.

Ronan cleared his throat, pulling Lucien out of his daydreams.

The man straightened his form and turned to face Ronan.

"Awake? How are you feeling?"

In response, Ronan pulled Lucien into the bedroom and closed the door leading to the balcony.

"It's cold outside," he murmured.

Ronan took Lucien in his arms and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. Lucien's lips were like ice. And so was his whole body.

"Look at you, your body is so cold," Ronan said with a hint of irritation. "You will get sick if you stay even a minute longer out there."

"Mhm, sorry."

He could not help it. The cold air helped to clear his mind and quench the burning fire in his heart.

"Lulu, yesterday we..."

"Mmm."

Ronan tightened his hug around Lucien's slender body. Warmth crept into his heart when his hug was returned by Lucien. He inhaled a lungful of Lucien's scent and rubbed his head against his lover's affectionately.

"I dreamed about this moment many times," Ronan said in a low voice. "You and me, finally marking each other and becoming true mates. There is nothing I have ever wished for more."

Lucien buried his face into Ronan's neck and planted a kiss against his collarbone.

"Are you happy that the dream finally comes true, then?"

Ronan hummed.

"More than what I can express with words."

Lucien brushed against Ronan's lips with his thumb while his other fingers rubbed at Ronan's cheek.

"Are you okay?" He queried.

"I am, it's just..."

Ronan squeezed at Lucien's fingers and gave them a reverent kiss.

"It's just what?" Lucien urged him to speak.

Ronan sighed.

"I have always wanted it to be the most beautiful moment of our life. A grand celebration of our union as mates."

Lucien lowered his eyes and pulled away from Ronan.

"Was it not beautiful then?" He asked, gently pushing against Ronan's chest.

There was a hint of disappointment in Lucien's tone. Panic climbed into Ronan's mind.

"Of course it was beautiful," he said frantically, grabbing Lucien's shoulders hard and forcing the latter to face his direction again.

"I just wished that it happened in better circumstances."

Lucien's lips parted slightly and an "Oh" escaped his lips.

The Alpha pulled his mate into his arms again and groaned in distress.

Binding each other as mates was supposed to be the penultimate milestone in his relationship with Lucien, the last one being spending their life together until death did them part. He wanted it to be perfect. It just had to be perfect. Right now it barely fulfilled his expectations.

Of course Ronan was happy that Lucien finally became his mate, but he was still grieving for his mother. He was unable to fully rejoice. It felt so wrong to even feel the slightest tinge of joy.

And that made Ronan feel even worse.

He did not want Lucien to think that he was not happy.

He was. Lucien's willingness to be his mate meant the world to him.

He just did not know how to show it under these circumstances.

Against Beowulf's warning, he just had to mess it up again.

.....

Ronan would love to smack his head against the wall a few times.

Lucien heaved a deep sigh. He patted Ronan's cheek lovingly before locking his jaw and forcing him to look into Lucien's eyes.

"Now you listen to me, Ronan Silverback," Lucien narrowed his eyes and growled at his mate. "I did not do it for the hype. I did it for us."

He then cupped Ronan's face in his hands.

"Ronan, I will never be able to fully understand the heavy loss that you sustained. I just want you to know that I am here for you."

When Ronan averted his eyes, Lucien grabbed his chin again and forced the Alpha to look at him.

"I am your mate. Don't exclude me from your life. Share your pain with me, I can take it."

His

mate.

A soft sigh escaped Ronan's lips.

How ironic, he thought. He just lost his mother, the only person he acknowledged as his family member. He felt so alone in this world. So lonely.

And then Lucien came and chose the moment to establish a mating bond with him. To become part of his family.

"I love you," he whispered. "Thank you for being by my side. Thank you for being my mate."

Ronan tilted Lucien's head upward and kissed him.

"Likewise," the other man replied curtly.

Lucien hooked his arms around Ronan's neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss.

They sucked gently on each other's lips, letting their hands wander around the other person's body. Pinching, kneading, rubbing any soft part that they could reach.

"I love you," Ronan said again between kisses. "I love you so much."

He just loved Lucien so much.

He loved his beauty, his alluring body, his stubbornness, and even his foul mouth.

There were endless words that could be used to describe him, but those words would never be able to accurately portray Lucien's complexity.

He loved the man in his arms so much. So much, so that the word "love" seemed to do his feelings injustice. He needed another, stronger word to tell Lucien how he felt about him.

"Marry me," he begged again although Lucien already said yes to his proposal a long time ago.

"You took advantage of me so many times, and we were joined together as mates yesterday night. If you don't marry me, I will submit a complaint to the Werewolf Council."

Lucien chuckled.

A bitter smile appeared on Ronan's face.

"I want nothing more than marry you this very second."

Ronan inhaled a deep breath before he clenched his jaw.

"But I am sorry, Lulu. I can't marry you for now. Not for a few months, I fear. It feels wrong."

Ronan released Lucien. Groaning in frustration, he turned around and rubbed at his face with both hands.

He did not think that he would be in the mood for any festivities anytime soon.

"Sorry," he said again.

It was rather ungentlemanly of him to break his promise to Lucien, he knew that. But he could not help it.

A warm body latched itself at Ronan's back and hugged him from behind.

"Don't worry about that," Lucien said, leaning his head against Ronan's powerful back. "Take as much time as you need. I don't want to marry you during the mourning period anyway."

Lady Adele Fangblade's death deserved to be mourned properly.

Speaking about mourning...

Lucien disentangled himself from Ronan and pulled at the latter's upper arm to gain his attention.

"Ronan, do you want me to handle your mother's funeral? I can do that as your mate."

Lucien meant well, but unexpectedly Ronan shook his head. His gaze was empty when he forced himself to explain further, "No need. Mom was cremated two days ago."

Lucien was shocked.

Cremated?

So soon?

It was not the standard procedure to handle death in the werewolf community. Cremation was something that was done only to...

Lucien failed to prevent himself from gasping.

Ronan looked up at him, his sorrow was reflected in his reddened eyes.

"Ronan, I... am so, so sorry," Lucien said helplessly.

Ronan scoffed.

"It is how it is. There is no need to sugarcoat it."

Lucien

shook his head in disbelief.

He forgot that Lady Adele Fangblade rejected Ronan's father and divorced him. She was no longer part of the Infinite Eclipse Pack. She was, however crude and tasteless, basically a rogue she-wolf.

Rogue werewolves, male or female, had no place in the werewolf community. They were considered traitors, infidels, no longer the sons and daughters of the Moon Goddess. Even in death, they had no place among the other honorable werewolves.

That was the cruel fate that the werewolf community bestowed on the outcasts.

Ronan walked toward the living room and came back with a decorative urn in his hands.

"She's in here," he said curtly while caressing the urn lovingly. "My mom. Sad, isn't it?"

Lucien gazed at the urn sadly.

It felt like yesterday when the lady put his arms around Lucien, telling him to choose happiness, telling him to take care of Ronan.

Lady Adele Fangblade was the sun in Ronan's life. The sun had been reduced to ash, stuffed into an urn that barely deserved to contain the magnificence of the werewolf inside.

It was too unfair.

Lucien curled his fingers into fists.

"You know what?" he snarled. "Let's do something about it."

Ronan stared at Lucien.

"Huh?"

"Lady Adele Fangblade deserves better treatment," Lucien decided. "Let's give her that."