Pursuing My Rejected Alpha
Chapter 49

Lucien knew that he spouted nonsense as soon as he said it.

He didn't share his burden.

All he did was ask for s*x and then pout when he did not get any.

Good Goddess.

How embarrassing.

He said that he did not want to be compared with any of Ronan's previous exploits, but there he was, Lucien wanted to bang his head a few times against the house pillar.

"I am sorry," he said, his cheeks assuming a deeper shade of red from realizing his horrible behavior. "I didn't..."

.....

A pair of strong and muscular arms latched themselves around Lucien again. Ronan's warm breath ble "It's all my fault," the Alpha said. "Lulu, please forgive me, alright? Don't be mad anymore."

""

Lucien pressed his lips together into a thin line. Why was Ronan, this fool, even apologizing? If it was But how to get out of the Alpha's strong grip, coupled with his addictive pheromones? Although Lucien was headstrong, he eventually had to give in. Melt in Ronan's arms and let the latter The breeding season for wolves already arrived. While the cold wind of winter had yet to subside, wer The apartment was very quiet.

The only sounds came from the bedroom, wet moans accompanied by the squelching sound of two bo Sweaty and sore, Lucien's legs were spread open while Ronan pumped inside viciously.

"No, don't..." Lucien whimpered.

"Don't what?"

"Don't go further. You are already too deep inside... Ahhh...!!!"

Lucien shook his head and bit into his lip.

g to be f****d like some desperate housewife.

nst Lucien's ears, causing him to unwittingly shudder.

ct of charity, Lucien didn't want it.

m bare and mold him to his liking.

s locked themselves in their homes and gave in to their natural instincts to pass their genes to the next generation. ecoming one.

Ronan was never good at hearing instructions. The more Lucien begged for him to slow down, the faster the man pumped inside him.

They had slept with each other countless times. Lucien thought that he would one day get used to having a massive tool penetrate him and stir his insides. That one day never came.

Again and again, with every lovemaking session, the Alpha managed to evoke the thunderous sensation within him. Make his heart burst from too much pleasure. Make stars appear before Lucien's eyes as his peak came like a torrential flood, sweeping everything back into the wide ocean.

The two men on the bed moaned in unison when they reached climax at the same time. Lucien winced from pain when Ronan pushed deep inside him one last time and locked their bodies together in love.

"I love you," the Alpha whispered into Lucien's ear before he bit into his mate's nape.

Lucien opened his mouth in a silent scream. He then also returned the favor and bit Ronan in a similar way, injecting more of his pheromone into Ronan's system.

After they were done, they lay in each other's arms. Their limbs were messily entangled on the bed.

Ronan and Lucien gazed into each other's eyes.

"You are still so tight after these months," Ronan teased while tracing the contour of Lucien's body with his finger. "Every time I go inside, your body clung to me tightly." What an obscene thing to say.

Embarrassed, Lucien pushed at Ronan's chest. Unfortunately, he was unable to move away from his mate. Ronan was not done ejaculating inside him.

Instead, the Alpha pulled him closer into his arms.

"Don't pull away from me," the Alpha said with his deep, magnetic voice. "Be a gentleman and cuddle after you are done."

""

Why was Ronan acting like a clingy woman who was taken advantage of?

"Now you want to cuddle," Lucien sneered at his mate. "I thought that you were sick of me."

Ronan chuckled at his ridiculous mate.

"Lucien, I will never get sick of you."

He grabbed Lucien's jaw and gave him a passionate kiss.

"I love your stubbornness, your indomitable pride, your brutal sarcasm."

"

Sounded a lot like a string of insults.

"I love your soft heart, your powerful empathy, your boundless forgiveness."

"

Okay, that sounded a little better.

Ronan groped Lucien's b**t and continued, "I love your squishy butts, your narrow waist, your stiff and sensitive nipples." "Ah...!"

Lucien tilted his head backward when Ronan started sucking on one of his nipples.

"Ronan, ahhn... Stop, stop..."

The Alpha released the swollen, blooming bud and licked his lips lasciviously.

"I want to be inside you forever. I want to carve a deep mark inside you. Everyone should know that you belong to me."

"

Lucien pulled at Ronan's cheek.

"Ow."

"Even if I want to get away from you, I can't. You ruined me for other men."

Ronan raised an eyebrow.

"And women?"

"And women," Lucien confirmed.

Smiling victoriously, Ronan pinched Lucien's jaw and showered his beautiful mate with tiny kisses.

Lucien sighed contentedly and hooked his arms around his mate's neck. More kisses were exchanged while waiting for the knot to deflate.

Now that the mood was pretty good, Ronan thought that it was a good time to talk.

"Lulu, do you have anything to say to me?"

"Like what?"

"Like... Is there anything that troubles your mind lately?"

Lucien was full of lies, but his body was always honest.

"Baby?"

Ronan cupped Lucien's face and forced him to look into his eyes. "Talk to me. Don't leave me out."

Lucien bit into his lip.

He didn't want to talk about gloomy topics after making love. Besides, it was not like Ronan did anything wrong. He was just being too sensitive because he was sick. That's all. It was a trivial matter, no need to exaggerate it. "I was not myself," Lucien murmured. "Nothing happened. I am fine."

"... Alright, my love."

Ronan did not think that Lucien was speaking the truth, but there was no use pushing the man. He instead cuddled his mate and closed his eyes to sleep.

A question kept echoing in Ronan's mind.

If nothing happened, why did their Mind Link disappear...?

The news that Lillian was pregnant with a boy was received well by everyone in the Ironclad Claws Pack, particularly the matriarch Lucrethia Woodland.

The peace that followed was short-lived because Lucrethia then started asking what Ronan Silverback planned to do with this great news.

Conrad Woodland, sweating from nervosity, told his mother that, "Ronan was a mated werewolf. He, if not his whole pack, might need a few days to properly chewed the news and decide what to do next."

Lucrethia tilted her head up and pinned her son with a stare along the bridge of her nose.

"Are you not a father with an unwed daughter who is pregnant with another Alpha's son? Should you not do something to push Alpha Ronan?"

In the end, Conrad Woodland caved and did what his mother wanted him to do. He submitted a plea to the Werewolf Council to mediate between all the relevant parties: Conrad, his daughter Lillian, Alpha Ronan, and also Alpha Ronan's mate, Lucien Clearwater. When they went home with the wonderful conclusion of having Lillian move to the Infinite Eclipse Pack, Conrad thought that they could wait until the baby was born.

Lillian thought that they had a month.

Lucrethia did not wish to wait. She arranged for people to pack up Lillian's basic necessities into five huge boxes and sent them to the Infinite Eclipse Pack, together with Lillian.

At first, Lillian was filled with dread.

If she was removed from the Ironclad Claws Pack House, she would miss out on important information to unearth Lucrethia's criminal activities. She managed to gather some intellectual information, but she had yet to get her claws on the incriminating pieces of evidence. How was she supposed to do that when she was stuffed far, far away in the Infinite Eclipse Pack House?

Blood frozen with anxiety, Lillian guessed that her and Ronan's performances were not up to the mark. Lucrethia might know what they were planning. That was why she wanted to get rid of Lillian as soon as possible.

While Lillian was at the end of her wits and was brainstorming for excuses to creep back into the Ironclad Claws Pack House, her dear old grandmother summoned her for brunch.

It was a goddesssent invitation. How could Lillian refuse it?

The pregnant she-wolf left the Infinite Eclipse Pack that very evening and spent the night in Pine Groove City to be in time for brunch at her grandmother's residence the next day. Instead of asking about Alpha Ronan, this time Lucrethia asked about the soon-to-be Luna, Lucien Clearwater.

"How did he take the news?"

Lillian was baffled.

"He was the one who pitched the suggestion in the first place, Mom," Conrad answered hastily, unwilling to displease the elderly woman.

"I know, but... How is he doing now?"

That question was too suspicious. When Conrad Woodland heard it, his face slowly lost color.

"He is doing fine," Lillian answered.

That was a lie.

Lucien was not doing fine at all, but that had nothing to do with Lillian's entry into the pack.

Lillian knew for a fact that Lucien's health had been poor before she even set a foot in Great Lake City. So that was not her fault, right? Lucrethia raised an eyebrow and scoffed.

Tapping her wooden cane against the floor a few times, she said in a low voice, "I guess he should have eaten more."

By the end of his mother's words, Conrad was as white as the marble stone beneath his feet.

"Mother, don't tell me that... Did you...?"

Lillian widened her eyes in horror when she realized what Lucrethia and Conrad were talking about.

His grandmother had taken action on her own against Lucien!

"Grandmother, did you do anything to Lucien?"

Lucrethia let out a series of cackled laughter like a hyena.

"Just a little serving of potion, nothing more."

"What potion?" Lillian demanded to know.

Lucrethia pinned her granddaughter with a sharp look.

"And if you know, then what? Are you going to run off to Ronan Silverback and tell him that I have poisoned his mate?"

Poison.

It was poison.

Lucien Clearwater had been poisoned!

Lillian's blood ran cold.

What was she supposed to do? She could not tell Ronan. It would not make sense. If she were truly on Lucrethia's side, harming Lucien should even be part of her agenda!

Smiling sweetly, Lillian rubbed her hand against her grandmother's wrinkly arm. "Of course not. I am just curious."

"I am not going to tell you," Lucrethia returned Lillian's smile. "In fact, you don't need to know at all. All I need you to do now is grasp the chance and take that Luna position away from the sick Lucien."

"... How?"

Lucrethia gazed at Lillian full of contempt.

"Do you need me to teach you how to ensnare a man and pull him to your bed chamber?"

Lillian put her hands around her belly protectively and returned her grandmother's gaze.

"Grandmother, I am currently unsuitable for any s****l activities."

She was nearing her seventh month of pregnancy. Her Ob-Gyn, Dr. Collins, had warned her from engaging in the acts of intercourse.

"Not that I accuse you of wanting to do it, but that ignorant father of your baby might be interested in it. Some men had a sick fetish. They replace s****l gratification from pounding into a woman when she's heavy with a child," Dr. Collins told her with a scowl on her face. Lucrethia clicked her tongue in disappointment.

"Bummer," she crowed. "I should have fed the young man the poison sooner."

Lillian clenched her jaw. That was all she could do to hide her disgust.

"Speaking about your pregnancy, isn't it time for you to start planning a baby shower?"

44"

What? A baby shower?

"You need to keep reminding Alpha Ronan that you are carrying his son under your heart. That cannot be too difficult to accomplish, can it?"

Lucrethia grabbed Lillian's chin and gave it a squeeze.

"Don't disappoint me, granddaughter.

"Of course not, Grandmother," Lillian grinned from ear to ear.

Conrad Woodland looked at his mother and his daughter. The sight of the two women exchanging smiles over the poisoning of Lucien Clearwater made him sick.

"Excuse me," the Alpha said before he hurried away, leaving more than half of his breakfast behind.

Lucrethia humphed with disdain as she watched her son's figure retreating from the dining table.

"He has always been a weakling, your father," Lucrethia commented, not even restraining herself from badmouthing her son in front of her granddaughter.

"I think he got his genes from his weakling father. Glad that you have none of those. You are strong, just like me."

Lillian beamed at Lucrethia, but she was seething inside.

Just who wanted to be as evil and cruel as Lucrethia?

Conrad Woodland hobbled down the path that led him as far away from his own mother as possible. Beads of cold sweat formed on his head as he asked himself again and again what would happen if his mother's evil deeds were found out.

What would happen to her?

What would happen to him and his family?

What would happen to the Ironclad Claws Pack?

They had stirred up trouble against the Infinite Eclipse Pack and the Night Prowler Pack! Those were the two strongest packs across the continent!

They were doomed!

The whole pack was doomed!!!

Conrad Woodland screamed in his head.

There was no way out of this mess.

He was so immersed in his own thoughts that he did not hear the voice that called for him several times already.

"Papa!"

Conrad Woodland finally turned his head to look at his daughter. Having left the breakfast behind as well, Lillian Woodland marched toward her father with a crease between her brows.

"Oh, Lillian, my baby girl. What is it?" he asked, wiping cold sweat off his face with his sleeve.

Impatiently, Lillian took out her own handkerchief and handed it to her father.

While Conrad was dabbing his forehead with the square piece of cloth, Lillian proceeded to question her father.

"Papa, you know what kind of poison it was, right? Tell me about it."

"Why do you need to know?" he asked in suspicion.

Conrad stopped his hand right away. He raised his wary eyes at his daughter.

"Shouldn't I? I don't want to be blamed if Lucien suddenly dies when I am around."

That was of course not why Lillian even bothered to ask. She planned to secretly feed Lucien the cure, making sure to revert the poison effect and return Lucien to the peak of his health.

"There is no need for you to know," Conrad snapped. "Anyway, he is already sick. His sickness will not be tied to you. It will not make sense at all."

Lillian cursed in her heart. Her father was usually rather open, always ready to share information about his own mother's evil plans and schemes. This time he was so secretive. Lillian did not like it even one bit. "Then what about the cure?" She dug further. "Where can I replace it?"

Conrad shook his head.

"There is no cure."

"Every poison has a cure," Lillian insisted. "Papa, tell me the truth."

Conrad took his daughter's hands and squeezed them.

"This poison specifically attacks the fated connection between two fated mates."

He then tapped on his left chest.

"It attacks the heart. The more often the poison gets triggered, the closer the person is to death."

Lillian's jaw dropped open. She stared at her father in disbelief.

"Lucien... is going to die?"

"What do you think?" Conrad snapped when he saw weakness in his daughter's eyes. "If he stays alive, will you ever become the Luna of the Infinite Eclipse Pack?"

"I am trying!" Lillian insisted, shaking her fists frantically. "Why do you have to poison him? It is a crime!"

Conrad growled at his daughter. "Do you think that I want this to happen? Do you think that I want to stain my hands with blood? Huhh??"

The elder man grabbed both of Lillian's shoulders and shook them.

"If you don't want it anymore, you go back to your grandmother now and tell her that you no longer want to be part of her ambition! Let's see what she will say to you!"

Lillian shut up in an instant.

Her hands wandered to her protruding belly again.

She could not do that. Otherwise, her son would die.

Lucrethia did not stop at verbal abuse. She would lock Lillian up again and beat her up. Until she and her unborn son perished.

Anyway, Lucien was already poisoned. Even if Lillian got herself and her son killed, it would not save Lucien at all.

"Papa, it is not yet too late," she coaxed her father with a soft voice. "Deceiving Alpha Ronan is one thing, but murdering his mate is on a completely different level of crime. I know that it has a cure. You just don't want to tell me." Conrad heaved a sigh.

He rubbed at his nose and then pinned his daughter with a glare.

"It really has no cure. Not now, at least. Even if society works hard to replace a cure, there are simply not enough fated mates to test it on. Stalling death is possible, but Lucien Clearwater will die for sure. If not in a week, then a month." Lillian still refused to give up.

"Does it mean that it is also possible that the poison effect stalls over the period of ten years or so?"

Conrad scoffed.

"Baby girl, stop dreaming. The reason why your grandmother picked this poison is her certainty that Lucien Clearwater is not going to survive for a long time. Only a stone statue does not take any harm from the affair between you and Alpha Ronan." Oh, Goddess.

Lillian's mouth dropped open.

This was why Lucien got sick in the first place.

After he got poisoned, the poison attacked him a few times. It was already too late to stall.

Conrad lifted two fingers.

"Depending on his physical endurance, he is going to die sooner or later. I do not think he will go past two more weeks."

When morning came, the Alpha and Beta left the pack house to attend to their role in society, mingling among human beings and hiding their identity as werewolves.

During the day, they were normally not involved in the pack matters. Everything was handled by the Luna, the Beta mate, and the Gamma, who stayed behind to take care of the pack.

The days in the Infinite Eclipse Pack used to pass rather peacefully.

The pack was prosperous, the members were well taken care of. Women helped each other to raise pups. Werewolf pups grew up and adapted well to their surroundings.

Now, there was a certain tension in the air.

This tension cast a darker shade upon the Infinite Eclipse Pack.

Unattended, the tension grew higher with the passing days.

It naturally had to do with having Lillian Woodland in the pack.

The pack members were somewhat lost. If Lucien Clearwater was the Luna, then what was Lillian Woodland?

How were they supposed to refer to a high-born Alpha's daughter who was carrying their Alpha's pup but was not conferred the title of Luna?

Dane Silverback at least managed to keep his dirty laundry and the consequences out of the pack.

Up to the moment of their separation, the pack members never had to serve two women.

What about this time?

How were they supposed to treat Lillian Woodland?

The pack members understood how sensitive this matter was. They also knew that Lucien's health was not at its peak. That's why these questions were directed to Cassandra as the Beta's mate instead.

"I wish I had a dime every time they asked me," Cassie said with a shrug.

"If you were the Luna, what would your answer be?" Quinn asked her while pouring them both cups of tea.

"Honestly?"

"Yup."

Cassie leaned closer to Quinn. "If it were me, I would not even need to answer. I would murder my mate and then myself."

She then proceeded to drink her cup of tea.

Quinn's jaw dropped open.

Before she had the chance to give a response, a cold male voice went ahead of her.

"Is this a counsel given by the Beta's mate?"

Cassie whipped her head so fast that her neck cracked.

"Lu... Luna!!!"

Cassie choked on her tea right afterward.

Blood drained from Quinn's face.

"Luna, are you feeling well? I... We thought..."

Lucien heaved a sigh.

He suffered from a bout of nausea and now everyone treated him like a dying person.

"I am fine," he said. "Is there any urgent matter to attend to?"

"None!" both of them answered in unison.

Goddess knew that anything urgent must be handled by them, and if they could not do it, Ronan would do it.

The Alpha had specifically given the order to not burden the Luna with anything, lest his illness became worse.

He himself kept a tight schedule at work, finishing everything as soon as possible to come home and accompany his mate.

In fact, Ronan would rather stay at home to keep Lucien company day in and day out. Unfortunately, the conscientious Luna refused to let him slack off and shove his tasks and responsibilities under Jake's nose.

Lucien made sure to kick Ronan out of their shared apartment every morning and only welcome him back past working hours.

Jake was very grateful for that.

Ronan, not at all.

Although Cassie and Quinn insisted that there was nothing for Lucien to do, the latter was not blind and deaf. He could sense the restlessness within the pack. As a Luna, it was his job to put an end to this abnormal condition.

"I wish to visit Lillian Woodland," he announced. "Where does she live at present?"

Quinn's jaw dropped open again.

In an attempt to redeem herself, Cassie hurriedly answered, "Reporting to the Luna, she chose to live in the ground floor apartment at the southeast apartment..."

"Mm, okay, take me there."

Lucien turned on his heels to leave, but Cassie stopped him.

"Lu-Luna! Why not ask her to come here? You are the Luna! You should not have to visit an average pack member!"

Upon referring to Lillian Woodland as an "average pack member", Cassie bit into her lower lip in self-reproach. Did it make her seem cold and unfeeling toward the woman who was pregnant with the Alpha's heir?

Not to mention that Lucien overheard her saying one or two things about her murder-suicide plan.

"She

is pregnant," Lucien said with a sigh. "It is inconvenient for her to move."

Inconvenient?

The red-blonde man moved past a stunned Cassie.

Cassie pulled her lips into a thin line. Lillian Woodland was convenient enough with five maids attending to her every need! Heck, she even turned them into her personal social media team. Cassie almost vomited blood when she saw them running around to take Lillian's pictures and videos. Lucien left the center building, heading for Lillian's current dwelling despite Cassie's incessant protests.

"Luna, I assure you that she is not that..."

Cassie's words were cut when a red Lamborghini stopped in front of them. The person that they had been talking about stepped out of the luxurious car's driver seat while holding onto her pregnant belly.

Stylishly dressed in a baby-blue maternity gown with white stripes under a dark blue coat and a pair of white high heels, she looked as stunning as ever.

Cassie could not believe her eyes. When she was pregnant, she refused to wear shoes. It was either slippers or barefoot. Where did this pregnant goddess come from???

Lillian Woodland took off her tinted glasses and exchanged glances with Lucien. She had an unreadable expression on her pale face.

She did not look smug.

But she also did not look humble.

In Quinn's opinion, she looked like someone who was served bile and prepared to eat it.

"Hello, Luna," she greeted Lucien. "May I request an audience?"

Lucien fixed her with a stare.

"What a coincidence," he said with an unhurried tone. "I was just about to come and replace you."

Lillian widened her eyes in surprise. She stared back at Lucien for a while before she snapped back into reality.

"Ah, yes," she said. "I am glad that our minds are connected somehow."

"Leave us," Lucien said when all four of them arrived at the audience hall. Cassie and Quinn exchanged worried glances.

"Maybe we should stay," Cassie offered.

"No," Lucien replied curtly. "I wish to be alone with Miss Woodland."

The Beta's mate and the Gamma thus left, not without throwing glances at the remaining two repeatedly, as if worried that they might claw at each other when left alone.

"What is this about?" Lucien asked without preambles.

Lillian gave him a polite smile.

"I beg the Luna to speak about his demand first."

"Ladies first."

"No, the Luna first."

Lucien heaved a sigh.

"There is, as you might notice, some tension within the pack. I guess people are confused about the relationship between you, Ronan, and me."

"Seeing that you are pregnant with my mate's child and we are both now part of the same pack, we will have to see each other a lot in the future. It is best to talk about what to do and what not to do. We don't need to offend each other in the future, do we?"

Lillian swallowed.

It was very considerate, coming from someone in his position. Under normal circumstances, Lillian too would love to talk more about how to carefully walk around each other in the future.

Unfortunately, now, she had no time to waste playing house with Lucien.

When Lillian looked at Lucien's pale face, all she could think about was the poison that was coursing inside the man's blood.

Two weeks.

Only two weeks.

"Yes, of course," she heard herself say.

"Is there anything that you require from me in order for this arrangement to go smoothly?"

A magnificent idea popped up in Lillian's head.

"Yes," she quickly answered. "I need you to help me with my baby shower."

"

Lucien was stunned when he heard what Lillian had to say.

"You want me to do what, again...?"

"I want you to help me arrange for a baby shower," Lillian repeated, no matter how absurd it sounded.

Lucien stared at Lillian.

"I will get Cassie and Quinn to help you," he then said. "By asking about your requirement, what I mean is in the long run..."

Unexpectedly, Lillian approached Lucien's chair and grabbed his right hand.

...

"No. It has to be you. Please."

Lucien narrowed his eyes at Lillian.

"Miss Woodland, I am a man," he pointed out. "I know nothing about baby showers."

"I

I am pregnant with your mate's child," Lillian insisted. "Please. This will relieve the tension within the pack. Don't you want that?"

"

Of course he did, but it did not necessarily mean that he wanted to engage in such events.

"Just, accompany me. Stay with me. I will handle everything," Lillian demanded.

"If you can handle everything on your own, what do you need me for...?"

"I feel lonely," Lillian quickly said. "It's scary to be a mother. This is my first time."

"Your mother can accompany you."

"No! Please! It has to be you! Take Cassie and Quinn with you, but you must be present!"

" "

Lucien was baffled by Lillian's stubborn demand.

Either way, Lillian did make sense. The baby was Ronan's son. So to say Lucien's stepson in the future. It made sense for Lucien to host a baby shower for Lillian, right?

"Fine," he gave in at last.

Lillian heaved a deep sigh out of relief.

When Ronan came back in the afternoon and heard about the news, he was not too happy.

the hell were you thinking?" He snapped at Lillian. "Lulu is unwell! He has to rest! Are you trying to work him to death?"

"What

"Watch your mouth," Lillian hissed.

Thankfully, she already prepared herself to answer Ronan's outburst. Otherwise, she would be really pissed off by the Alpha.

"Until now he has been the victim of social media. He has been harassed and bullied because the public sees him in a bad light."

Ronan stared at Lillian, up and down while crossing his arms before his chest.

"Is that not your fault?"

Lillian prayed in her heart for utmost patience and compassion.

"Yes. It is. So I am trying to make a change. If Lucien sees what I do day in and day out, he will know that your affection for me and my son is nothing but a farce. It will clear up a lot of misunderstandings, right?"

"Hmm..."

Ronan hated to say it, but Lillian had a point.

Who knew? Maybe it would take the heavy stones off Lucien's heart and fix their Mind Link. Biting each other during intercourse, unfortunately, failed to do the magic.

And thus the preparation for the baby shower began. Just like Lillian said to both Lucien and Ronan, she merely needed Lucien to be present and watching. He was not required to lift even one finger. Naturally, neither was Lillian. Lillian's five maids and Cassie and

Quinn were the ones who ran around to make things happen.

Lillian had more pressing matters to attend to.

One, prevent Lucien from standing up and helping.

Two, keep him busy without draining his energy.

Third, maintain his health.

The first was easy enough. The second too was manageable. The third though, was out of Lillian's control. She had to watch helplessly every time Lucien excused himself to go to the bathroom.

He locked himself inside for a long time, throwing up the content of his stomach into the sink, be it food or water.

Whenever he came back, he looked paler than before.

"Are you alright?" She asked, full of concern, after Lucien threw up for the third time in the day.

"Nothing to worry about," he said dismissively.

Lillian did not understand. If nothing triggered the poison, then it should not cause further attacks, right?

Lucien could see with his own eyes that every image, every video that Lillian posted on social media about Ronan showering her with love and affection was nothing but blatant lies.

That being said, he should not have gotten hurt.

In fact, he looked bored by the hype.

So why was he still throwing up so violently day by day?