Pursuing My Rejected Alpha
Chapter 71

Although the curtains were heavy and thick, they still fluttered slightly when a strong wind blew from the vast ocean. When they did, the silhouette of a handsome man on top of another could be seen clearly.

The red-blond man arched his back and threw his head backward in painful pleasure while the dark-haired man beneath him locked his waist in place and fed him with the purplish, engorged shaft. The terrifying weapon slipped in and out of Lucien's pink and swollen entrance obscenely, plundering his insides like a grave robber who was intent to take away every single valuable item.

In this case, it was the delicious, satiny sounds that spilled from Lucien's lips whenever Ronan grazed against his sensitive spots.

"Ronan, I can't... Not so fast... Slow, slow..." Lucien begged the other man, who did not know what it meant to slow down.

Ronan let out a guttural moan whenever Lucien's inner muscles clamped down on his c**k and prevented him from moving about.

The Luna bit him so hard down there that the Alpha suspected that their flesh had somehow melted into one.

With a roar, Ronan flipped their position and pinned Lucien on the bed.

.....

Tears spilled from the tails of Lucien's eyes as he endured the rough f*****g again and again. After being pounded into for roughly an hour, Lucien's obstinacy morphed into acceptance. His tunnel became soft and tender, its flesh sucking on Ronan's c**k lovingly whenever it retreated.

Ronan licked his lips lasciviously.

He grabbed Lucien's waist with both hands and slammed hard into his mate again and again.

By then, Lucien did not bother keeping his voice down anymore.

A series of cries and moans were heard coming from the tent, bearing testament to the wild coupling that was happening inside.

Ronan knotted deep inside Lucien and creamed the man's insides with his thick semen. Lucien himself ejaculated at the same time, sending spurts of whitish liquid flying between their bodies. "Ronan..."

Lucien pressed a hand against Ronan's cheek. Still reveling in the heights of pleasure, the Alpha breathed heavily. He opened his eyes and smiled at his mate. "Yes, Lulu?"

"One year from now, we will hold the babies in our arms."

The corners of Ronan's lips ticked up in delight.

"Yes. This is the last birthday you will ever spend without a child."

Lucien's entire body was glowing red from the intensity of Ronan's lovemaking, but his face assumed a deeper shade of red when he heard Ronan's words.

With a sneer hanging on his lips, the Alpha pushed his knot a little deeper into Lucien's belly.

"I want you to give birth to my child every year," he said. "I am going to fill you up again and again, until the Moon Goddess allows you to grow round with my child." Lucien chuckled.

"Work hard, Alpha."

"

He squeezed at his lower stomach, outlining the man's c**k that was still embedded inside his body.

"I promise to give birth to every child that you planted inside me."

What came afterward was another round of lovemaking. And another.

Driven by Lucien's grand promise, Ronan earnestly tried to put at least a baby inside his mate.

By the time Ronan was done trying, the sun almost set.

When he withdrew from Lucien's body, the body liquid that was trapped between them made a lewd sucking and popping sound.

Lucien rolled to his side and curled up into a fetal position. After being invaded within an inch of his life, only the shallow breathing and the rise and fall of his bruised body served as signs that he was still alive.

As he lay in the position, his rear hole was exposed to the Alpha's hungry eyes. Lucien's love tunnel was a gaping, raw hole that had been molded to accommodate Ronan's massive tool.

The Alpha's seed trickled slowly out, but the majority was stored inside Lucien's belly.

Ronan grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Lucien's butt to retain his seed inside his lover for as long as possible.

Ronan did not understand art, but according to his opinion, the sight of his own c*m dribbling out of Lucien's swollen hole down to his thighs and legs was the most fascinating picture ever.

The red fingermarks around Lucien's buttcheeks turned it into a masterpiece.

As soon as the commotion inside the tent died down, footsteps were heard outside.

Ronan wiped traces of their combined body liquid away with a cloth. He then put on his shirt and pants and took a look at what was happening outside.

Three young women were outside, each of them carried a basket that contained a few items such as coal, a lighter, and some oil.

"What are you doing?" Ronan queried.

They flinched when the Alpha suddenly made his appearance. The startlement was quickly replaced by embarrassment when they saw the man.

They did not need to take a look at the bed inside the tent to know what the two men had been doing for hours.

It was already miraculous enough that the tent was able to withstand their ferocious and passionate lovemaking.

Thankfully, Ronan did not care whether anyone heard the sound of their intense lovemaking or not.

"What are you doing?" Ronan queried.

"Oh, we... We just want to light some fire. For... For lighting," one of them stammered.

Ronan looked at the four fire torches that stood tall at each corner of the tent. He tapped at his chin thoughtfully and hummed in deliberation. "Hmm, do you have bigger fire pits?"

"Uhm... Yes, we do."

"Perfect," Ronan said. "Get me one of those, several trouts, mushrooms, and also a pack of marshmallows."

"R-right away."

Ronan turned to go back to the tent, but then he remembered something else.

"Oh, and prepare a bathtub with hot water and some towels."

"Yes, Sir."

Customers were kings.

The three women quickly attended to their task. Afterward, they bowed their heads and scurried away before Ronan came up with weirder requests.

When Lucien opened his eyes again, he was steeping inside a wooden bathtub full of warm bathwater. His mate, the s*x maniac Ronan Silverback, was conscientiously cleaning him from head to toe. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Ronan greeted his mate with a kiss.

...

Morning?

What morning?

Lucien looked up in confusion.

Above his head, the sky was colored with red, orange, and golden streaks as the sun slowly disappeared beneath the horizon.

It was clearly in the evening!

Lucien winced from pain when he shifted his weight around.

"Don't move too much," Ronan pulled him back to his original position on his legs.

"Ronan, you beast," Lucien scolded his mate fiercely. "Look at what you did to me!"

While he lay on his back and endured Ronan's relentless attack, his lower half went numb.

Lucien thought that he was going to die today.

On his birthday, to boot!

Ronan gave his Luna a roguish smile without a shred of guilt.

"I can't help it. But Lulu, you were also at fault. Why must you talk about getting pregnant? You deliberately turn me on."

Ronan leaned in for a kiss, but Lucien splashed his face full of water instead.

"Get away from me," Lucien grumbled. "Our wedding is in three weeks! If you keep f*****g me night after night, I won't have the face to wear white at the Holy Temple of The Moon Goddess!" Disappointment spread on Ronan's face.

"But Lulu, what about me? I can't survive three weeks without s*x!"

"You better do," Lucien said. "Otherwise it will be three months without!"

""

And because Lucien was angry, Ronan's first course of action was to coax him with food.

Refreshed from the bath and the generally cool air in the evening, Lucien gladly joined Ronan at the fire pit in front of the tent.

The three young women had prepared all the ingredients that Ronan asked for, and more. A wonderful testament to an extraordinary service beyond customer requirements.

There were all kinds of fresh fish inside the water bucket, along with various vegetables and mushrooms that were often cooked over fire.

A pack of marshmallows was also available, along with a pack of graham crackers and a huge pack of chocolates.

Ronan who hated sweets only knew to skewer marshmallows and grill them, but Lucien knew how to enjoy campfire s'mores.

The item that attracted Ronan's attention the most was the two bottles of cooled wine inside an ice bucket and the two glasses next to it. The dinner looked promising.

Ronan took a wine bottle from the bucket and waved it in front of Lucien.

"Wine?"

Lucien eyed the bottle that Ronan waved in front of him.

"Sure."

They filled their glasses and Ronan proposed a toast.

"To our children."

"To our babies."

Lucien sipped at the wine and wrinkled his forehead almost immediately.

It was too strong for his taste.

Laughing, Ronan took the glass from his mate's hand.

"We should not get drunk before eating something. Should we start cooking?"

Lucien tilted his head to the side and squinted at Ronan.

"Have you learned how to cook?"

"Of course not," the Alpha replied cheerfully. "But I am at your disposal, Chef Lucien."

Lucien rolled with his eyes. If he were a chef, he would choose to hire an experienced kitchen helper and not a pampered Alpha from the Infinite Eclipse Pack.

Intent on punishing the Alpha, Lucien grabbed a cutting board and a knife, which he then handed over to Ronan with a smile.

"Get rid of the scales and gut the trouts for me, then."

Ronan's face crumpled in distress.

"I don't want to. They are disgusting!" he wailed in a childish voice.

Lucien broke into laughter.

"This reminds me of the Alpha Camp."

Ronan's lips were pulled into a naughty grin.

"What a coincidence. Today is Sunday."

Ah.

Lucien's gaze softened.

Sunday.

The day when they sneaked around the woods and went on secret dates. In the end, it was not that secret anymore. Even the instructors knew that they were in a relationship. In the end, Lucien agreed to work together with Ronan.

In his words, he only agreed to help because Ronan's handiwork was horrible and Lucien was in the mood to eat some grilled trout.

"Say, Ronan," Lucien spoke up while they were grilling the fishes over the fire. "Do you think that we will end up together if we were not fated mates?"

"No," Ronan answered right away.

"Oh."

Lucien bit into his lower lip.

Yeah, of course they would not end up together.

They would each go their separate ways, and if they were lucky, they might just greet each other as fellow Alphas, nothing more.

Ronan watched how Lucien's face gradually grew darker and darker with much delight. He then put his arms around Lucien from behind and bit into the latter's neck playfully. "That's why I am forever grateful to the Moon Goddess for establishing the fated mate connection between us. Otherwise, I would have missed out on my lovely Lulu." Lucien looked away, but the tip of his ears already turned red, resembling the petals of a blooming pink rose.

"Lulu, I love you," Ronan whispered. "What should I do so that you never doubt the sincerity of my feelings toward you?"

Lucien turned his head to look at the man who professed his love again and again without any kind of prohibition.

"If we were not fated mates, maybe you won't even love me," he pointed out.

A chuckle escaped Ronan's lips.

"Oh, Lulu..."

The Alpha dragged Lucien into his arms and tilted his chin up so that they were looking deep into each other's eyes.

"I am attracted to you because we are fated to be together. I am in love with you despite it."

The Moon Goddess bestowed her blessings on select werewolves, allowing them to meet their fated person.

In the end, the fated mates did not necessarily end up together.

The love between fated mates did not hail from the Moon Goddess. It was a conscious decision to cherish and respect each other deeply, to stay together no matter what, to link their hands and stand against the blistering sandstorms and stormy hurricanes that came one by one to rip them apart.

Ronan and Lucien exchanged smiles.

They went through a lot, but as long as life persisted, there would be more challenges waiting ahead of them.

One thing for sure was that whatever lay ahead, they would face the obstacles together, as bonded mates, as the Alpha and the Luna of the Infinite Eclipse Pack.

.....

After that night, Lucien never questioned Ronan's love for him anymore

The cruise ship left Amaranthus Haven the next morning and headed back to Abermagne Port.

The bad times never passed quickly enough while the good times never lasted long enough.

After sailing with the ship for a week, the birthday cruise vacation was slowly coming to an end.

Just before the four werewolves parted and went back to their own pack houses, Lucien and Ronan had something to say to both Annalynne and Lowell.

"We hope that you can treat the matter with the babies a secret for now," Ronan told them, his eyes drifting between his sister-in-law and her boyfriend.

"Huh, why?" Annalynne was confused by the request. She had initially planned to supersize the first sonogram and hung it in her bedroom.

Heck, she even thought about holding a party at the Silent Walkers Pack House to celebrate the babies!

"The fetuses are only two weeks old," Lucien explained.

"During this time, too many things can happen. We don't want to draw unnecessary attention to the fertility center."

.....

By saying that, he hinted that there might just be a second Lucrethia lurking around. They never knew. The fetuses were weak and defenseless. It was better to keep their existence a secret. At least for now. Once it clicked in her head, Annalynne's lips formed a huge O. Of course she would never do anything to harm the babies!

"Understood!"

Annalynne then swore by her ancestors - who were ironically also Lucien's ancestors - that she and Lowell would not breathe out the news about the unborn heirs of the Infinite Eclipse Pack.

Having harvested the promise from Annalynne's lips, Ronan and Lucien were able to breathe out of relief for a while.

As soon as the couple got off the ship, they left their luggage with Milroy and took a flight to West Coast City right away.

The fertility center pretty much expected their visit.

Gordon Clearwater was even there to welcome his son and his son-in-law when the two werewolves arrived.

"Lulu, happy birthday," the elder man said while hugging his son. "And congratulations to both of you for the successful insemination."

"Thanks, Dad," Lucien hugged his father in return.

"Thank you, Father."

"Well then, I suggest you want to take a look with your own eyes before you are able to believe it."

Both men nodded.

"Come with me, then."

The fertility center director personally led them to the Mother And Child Center, which was located at the core of the facility.

The vast room had changed a lot compared to the first time Lucien came to visit.

At the center of the room was a tall glass column that was full to the brim with bright red, translucent liquid. Inside, the tiny flesh-colored artificial womb was suspended in the middle by a lot of cables and tubes.

Gordon gestured toward the glass column and explained, "This glass column acts as a replacement for the human body. It simulates the environment in which a human being's organ can survive. All the important parameters such as temperature, pressure, pH, oxygen level, and also nutrients were strictly controlled, day and night."

Lucien too put his hands against the glass column and stared at the artificial womb.

Amazing, he thought.

Attached to its walls from inside were the two tiny bubbles that he saw in the sonogram.

Lucien could hardly believe that it was true.

But his father wouldn't lie about this kind of thing, would he?

"Lulu?"

Ronan put his hands on top of Lucien's.

"Are you alright?"

"Huh? What?"

Apparently, Gordon had continued to speak but Lucien went into a daze so he didn't hear a single word.

"Sorry, Dad. Did you say something?"

Gordon cleared his throat and repeated, "Their development is as normal as it could be. If everything goes well, the babies will be born in about 37 more weeks."

Lucien's father went between the couple and put his arms around their shoulders.

He then lowered his voice and spoke discreetly, "Everyone is very excited about the successful insemination and wants the babies to be born safely. So now that you have seen it, please leave."

...

"

...

The smile on Gordon's face did not at all match his harsh words.

"Your presence here adds unnecessarily additional tension to this facility and makes the already hardworking team even more nervous. For the sake of my grandchildren, please don't come back until you receive a personal invitation to return."

"

"

Just like that, the future parents were kicked out and banned from the fertility center until they received further notice.

By then, there were only two more weeks before their wedding day arrived.

Ronan's and Lucien's return to the Infinite Eclipse Pack House was met with enthusiasm.

Ronan was quickly dragged by Jake to tend to a few urgent matters regarding the Silverback Corporation and the pack.

Lucien had a few Luna responsibilities to attend to. At the same time, there were a few e-mails from the art gallery with a request for him to come and pay a visit.

Even Clearwater Finance required some attention. Dedicated to overseeing the growth of his grandchildren in the fertility center, Gordon Clearwater passed the director position of Clearwater Finance to Annalynne with Lucien's blessing.

The problem was that Annalynne was a complete novice. She was even a novice as an Alpha! The woman was quickly overwhelmed by jargon that she did not understand, projects that she was unable to fathom, and numbers that appeared out of nowhere. Lucien thus agreed to personally teach his sister how it all worked when they met up at Blue Hill City.

Ronan was unable to come back at night because he had to travel overseas for some business events. He barely had the time to kiss Lucien before he was dragged away by an overloaded Jake.

Left alone for the night, Lucien thought that he would finally get a moment of peace.

Before he decided whether he should light some scented candles and take a long, relaxing bubble bath before ending the night with a good book, another person came by and demanded his attention.

Mara Keenthorne, the Silverback Corporation's PR Head looked as if she just ran all the way from her house to the audience hall in the middle of the night.

That might just be the case, because she was panting slightly while waiting for Lucien to arrive.

"Mara, what's wrong?" Lucien asked while marching to the end of the hall to take his seat on the Luna throne.

"Reporting to the Luna, I come with a very particular request. I hope that the Luna might agree."

"And the request is...?"

"To grant me access to your deactivated social media account."

""

"Let me explain from the beginning," Mara hastily spoke.

As the reigning PR Head of the Silverback Corporation, it was Mara's job to not only manage the official social media account of the company that she represented, but also pay close attention to the social media activity.

.....

Around two weeks ago, Mara Keenthorne published a post to announce Ronan's upcoming wedding to Lucien.

It was done according to Ronan's wish, who insisted that their relationship be made public to prevent unwanted scandals in the future.

Their wedding was to take place in the Holy Temple of The Moon Goddess, so naturally, there would be no celebration in human society.

The post thus dubbed the wedding as a "private affair that was only attended by a handful of people".

Nevertheless, the post took the online community by storm.

Ever since then, posts by the official account of Silverback Corporation had been flooded by a lot of visitors.

The good news was that the account along with the posts gained popularity in social media.

The bad news was that they ended up as discussion platforms for people who wanted to know more about the continuation of Ronan's and Lucien's romance.

"It is highly unprofessional to mix company business with private business," Mara concluded.

"How did this happen?" Lucien asked in confusion. "I deactivated my account months ago."

"The Luna has not done anything wrong," Mara replied. "If my deduction is not too inaccurate, I believe this all starts with Miss Lillian Woodland's last post before she disappeared from public eyes."

When Lillian published that last post, Lucien was busy with Ronan at the fertility center.

Even if they weren't busy, none of them was interested to read the post.

The same thing could not be said about the online community.

As Lillian's online reputation crumbled into a pile of rubbles, Lucien's soared high into the sky.

Mara Keenthorne believed that a lot of Lillian's fans felt guilty for condemning Lucien and causing him tremendous stress and grief.

They were thus more than willing to jump ship and started to follow Lucien's online presence, however insignificant.

"We need to separate professional company accounts from private individual accounts," Mara explained. "We don't want that the official social media account of Silverback Corporation turns into a gossip column for the CEO's romance." Lucien had to agree. It was simply ridiculous. The Silverback Corporation was after all a serious business.

"What do you plan to do with my account, Mara?"

"I will publish posts in your name to feed the fans with tidbits about your daily life and upcoming wedding. I promise not to go over the top. I will run every post by you before posting."

Lucien shook his head.

"I trust you. But do try to let the hype die down."

Lucien had no interest in becoming a second Lillian.

His biggest priority right now was the two growing fetuses inside the fertility center.

With or without the ban that Gordon Clearwater put on him, he could not risk having the online community replace out about the babies.

He had experienced their ferocity personally.

Among those who paid attention to his movement, there had to be a few who were still very loyal to Lillian.

Just what would they do to the fertility center if they knew about it?

The mere thought caused Lucien to shudder with fear.

The consequences were unimaginable.

"I understand," Mara nodded fervently. "I will of course be discreet about personal details."

"Do that," Lucien said.

Diverting the fans' attention from Silverback Corporation's official account to Lucien Clearwater's private account turned out to be rather easy.

As soon as Lucien's private account was reactivated and Mara started posting random pictures from Lucien's life, fans came flocking around.

The difficult part was to suppress the public interest in Lucien as a person.

Soon, the man was unable to move about without generating a group of people who came to follow him around and start to write posts about him.

Truly, sometimes celebrities were but normal human beings who were put on pedestals.

Lucien was not doing anything special, but whatever it was he did became viral.

The book he read became famous.

The clothes he wore became the fashion trend of the week.

The restaurants and shops that he went to flourish in their business.

The fact that the man himself was exceedingly good-looking did not help his case at all.

The red-blond curls shone like pure gold under the sun.

The caramel-golden eyes were a limpid pool of desire that could drown those who looked at them for a second too long.

His slim stature, his long and slender legs, his supple waist, and his bewitching rear ends made the onlookers swallow their saliva unconsciously.

And when the man smiled, he melted the hearts of men and women alike.

The man was too delicious.

And too seductive.

No wonder Ronan Silverback was so crazy about him!

Of course, when someone became that popular, advertisement and modeling offers started rolling in.

All of them were rejected automatically by the Silverback Corporation with the same message: "Mr. Lucien Clearwater is busy preparing for his wedding. He has no time to engage in commercial activities."

When asked further when said man would be available for the so-called commercial activities, the huge corporation refused to provide more details.

Soon afterward, a new rumor spread online.

Ronan Silverback, the CEO of the Silverback Corporation, was a domineering husband who locked his fiancé up in his lavish dwelling and refused to grant him a breathe of fresh air!

Ronan did not mind being seen as a tyrannical lover who locked Lucien up in a s*x dungeon, as some of Lucien's more avid fans exaggerated to add more oil to the fire.

It was not too far from the truth, really.

Their bedroom was practically a s*x dungeon.

It almost inspired him to do what he was accused of.

Because he was helplessly addicted to Lucien's alluring, sexy body.

Every curve, every dent in his body served as deadly weapons to lure Ronan in.

Once he wrapped his slender limbs around Ronan, the Alpha was basically drowning in the deep pool of hot, scorching love for his mate.

He did not mind drowning again and again.

As long as he could pierce Lucien repeatedly with his solidified love, mold the latter's inside with his sinful desire, and coat the tender walls with his potent seeds.

.....

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

And that was why Ronan deliberately came home early that night to bully his mate.

Now, as the elders used to say: the werewolves could make plans but the Moon Goddess was the one to decide.

The Alpha's spirit plummeted to the ground when he came into their shared bedroom to replace an open suitcase on the floor. It was half filled with Lucien's clothes and daily necessities.

"Lulu, what's going on?" Ronan asked incredulously.

Lucien poked his head from their walk-in closet and beamed at his mate.

"You are back. Welcome home."

Lucien put his arms around Ronan and buried his nose into the latter's collarbone. A calming sandalwood underlined with sea salt scent entered his lungs when he took a deep breath.

"Baby, where are you going??? Why are you leaving me???" Ronan demanded to know.

Lucien knocked at his silly mate's forehead lightly.

"I need to leave for the Silent Walkers Pack House tomorrow morning."

"What the hell? Why???"

Lucien loosened his hug and pinned Ronan with a stare. "Don't you know? I need to stay at my birth pack in the last week before the wedding takes place. It is the custom."

"Screw the custom," Ronan growled. "You are not allowed to leave."

He bent down to put Lucien's suitcase away, but Lucien dragged him to sit on the bed instead.

"Why are you so agitated?" he asked while giving Ronan a little peck on the lips.

Since when was a little peck enough to placate him?

Greedily, Ronan grabbed the back of Lucien's neck and forced him to accept his deep kiss.

Lucien was being unusually obedient, so Ronan knew that he was still planning to leave.

"You are the Luna of this pack," Ronan reminded the man in his arms. "You cannot just leave like that."

Shaking his head with a smile, Lucien pushed himself off Ronan's embrace. He then straddled the stunned Alpha's lap and hooked his arms behind the dark-haired man's neck.

Ronan made an appreciative hum as he kneaded at Lucien's fleshy, round butt halves.

"If you are trying to coax me, you are taking the completely opposite route, Luna."

Ronan opened his mouth and started biting into a flower bud that bloomed on Lucien's chest through his shirt.

"Ooh... Mmn..."

Lucien

bit into his lower lip and furrowed his brows.

Stop it."

"Ronan, don't.

"Give me one good reason to stop," Ronan kneaded Lucien's waist and moved to taste the next one.

Unfortunately for the Alpha, Lucien had an extremely good one. "We have to purify ourselves in the Moonlight Spring three days before the wedding. Do you want them to look at the bruises on my body when I take a bath? Hmm?"

Ronan was never able to make love to him without leaving his marks behind. Lucien's entire body was always full with a lot of bite- and kiss marks in red, blue, and purple colors.

It was enough for common human beings to assume that he had been a victim of domestic violence.

"... They are not allowed to look at your body at all!" Ronan snapped.

Who did these priests and priestesses think they were?

To dare to lay their eyes on his mate!

These men and women were courting death!

"Tell that to the High Seer," Lucien replied smoothly.

He then grabbed Ronan's chin and tilted it up.

With his lips pulled into a victorious smile, he then leaned closer and asked with a seductive voice, "Was that a good enough reason, Alpha?"

"1

"..."

Defeated through and through, Ronan had to be contented with only hugging his mate to sleep that night.

It was not until Lucien left that Ronan realized that he was suffering from serious withdrawal.

Like a teenager who was going through his first romantic relationship, he kept waiting for a call from his beloved.

Or

a message.

A "hi" would be enough to lift his spirit.

He tried his best to distract himself with work, but he failed miserably.

In the end, he stopped attending to his work just to look at Lucien's photo collection in his laptop.

Jake, his poor Beta, decided to be more efficient and just do everything himself. He could not trust the lovesick fool with anything at this point.

To Ronan's greatest heartbreak, Lucien did not seem to be exhibiting similar symptoms.

He did not call.

He did not send any messages.

Poor Milroy was asked to check Ronan's internet connection again and again.

Convinced that his phone was broken, Ronan asked his assistant to buy a new phone.

Even after he replaced his phone, no news came from the Silent Walkers Pack.

Ronan's face darkened with every passing hour.

"Go check whether Lucien has arrived or not," the Alpha ordered gruffly.

The hardworking assistant had completed the task before the Alpha even thought about it. Proudly, he reported the result of his industriousness.

"Reporting to the Alpha, the Luna arrived three hours ago."

"... Oh."

Inside his heart, Ronan abandoned his pride and wailed like a three-year-old child.

Whyyyyy, Lulu???? Why don't you love me anymore????