PURSUING MY REJECTED ALPHA - Chapter 338 - 338 The Half-Werewolf’s Predicament

338 The Half-Werewolf’s Predicament

Ronan rose to his feet. He approached Sean in a menacing manner. His fingers were spread like claws, ready to tear the young man into shreds.

Then, a slender arm blocked his advances.

Lucien put himself between Sean and Ronan.

“Ronan, wait.”

“Lulu, he knows what he’s in for,” Ronan growled.

The Alpha grabbed his mate’s shoulders and frowned at him. “You should not even try to protect him.”

His mate heavily disagreed.

“There is no rule in the Blood Oath that demands you to slay a half-werewolf when you see one,” Lucien demanded.

“There isn’t, but traitors have to be eliminated.”

…..

“Ronan.”

Lucien clawed into Ronan’s arms and gave him a piercing glare. Ronan narrowed his eyes at the man that he loved.

“Are you going to spill blood in front of my eyes the day before my birthday?”

“…”

Ronan’s lips parted from surprise.

Of course not, was what he wanted to say. It was supposed to be a blessed week full of intimate encounters between the couple in love. It was not supposed to be tainted by the blood of sinners.

“Are you?”

Lucien gave Ronan’s bathrobe a tug, challenging him to say yes.

“Lulu, this is an entirely different matter,” Ronan replied helplessly.

“I don’t care,” Lucien snapped. “I have been an outcast too, Ronan Silverback. Sorry if I don’t share the feelings of the high-born werewolves who never once had to wander alone out there without any pack.”

“…”

The Alpha heaved a sigh. He cupped his mate’s face and whispered to him lovingly.

“Baby, it’s not the same.”

“It is not that different,” Lucien whispered back. “I was once less than the pure-blood werewolf that I was born as.”

When Landon left Lucien, the latter felt so out of place that he ended up leaving the Silent Walkers Pack behind.

He did not have the face to refer to himself as a werewolf.

“Fine,” Ronan sighed in exasperation.

He threw his arms into the air for a second before he wrapped them around his Luna’s half-naked form and cuddled him against his chest.

“Alright, Luna. Do what you think is right.”

Lucien caressed Ronan’s cheek and pulled him close for a peck.

“Thank you.”

Meanwhile, the only other person in the suite watched the exchange between the two werewolves with a pounding heart.

Once Sean realized that he was not going to die in Ronan’s hand that day, he was filled with extreme relief.

Once the stress and tension drained away, fatigue set in.

Sean’s eyes fluttered shut and he toppled forward.

The loud thumping sound that he made when he hit the floor caused both werewolves to look at him at the same time. The young man lay motionless on the parquet floor with his eyes shut tightly.

“…”

“…”

“He must be so scared, poor thing.”

Lucien flipped the young man to his back. When he wanted to hoist Sean off the floor, Ronan came and offered to do it instead.

“Let me,” he said gruffly.

The Alpha dragged the young man by his arms across the floor and then dropped him unto one of the couches.

“Go get dressed,” he then told his mate with a disapproving frown. “How long do you plan to walk around without wearing any shirt?”

A naughty sneer spread on Lucien’s face. He couldn’t help but tease his adorable mate.

“Why, Alpha. This is the first time you ask me to wear something. I thought you liked it when I was naked.”

“Oh, I do,” Ronan crooned. He took Lucien in his arms and gazed into the latter’s beautiful, bright pair of eyes. They shone with golden color thanks to the sun rays that came through the windows.

The Alpha could see the mischievous twinkle in Lucien’s eyes.

If he didn’t know better, he might be tempted to punish Lucien with a second and a third round of lovemaking.

“Just not when other people get to see you naked as well,” the Alpha ended his sentence while running his fingers down Lucien’s soft curls.

Lucien chuckled.

“Oh, Ronan. You are so cute sometimes.”

Ronan pursed his lips.

“Only sometimes?”

“Hahaha. Fine, always.”

They leaned close to each other and shared a kiss, which was interrupted by Sean’s incoherent mumbles.

“I am going to take a shower,” Ronan announced. “Lulu, go ahead and call the room service to clean the suite. The bed is so dirty.”

“…”

And whose fault was that exactly, again???

Lucien exhaled.

Anyway, they really needed someone to come and clean. When he finished calling the reception table, he heard a groaning sound that came from the couch.

Sean tossed and turned restlessly in his sleep. He repeated the same word over and over.

“Mom…” the young man said in his sleep. “Mom…”

Tears trickled down the young man’s eyes.

He looked miserable even in his sleep.

Lucien grabbed a spare blanket that he found in one of the bedroom cupboards and tucked Sean inside.

He then sought his phone and gave Milroy a phone call.

Used to being summoned anytime, day and night, Milroy answered within three seconds.

“Yes, Luna?” he said as soon as he accepted the call.

“Hi, Milroy. I need a healer. Can you send one over?”

“…”

Milroy was silent for a while.

A healer?

In Amaranthus Haven? It was not exactly one of the areas that were populated by werewolves! And why did Lucien want a healer, again???

“Lu-Lu-Lu-Luna, shall we go to St. Clarence directly?” Milroy tried to be helpful. “I can get a ship back to the nearest city.”

“No need, it’s…”

Lucien threw the young man on the couch a glance.

He could not just announce Sean’s identity, could he?

“I am feeling under the weather. Just get me a healer.”

“…”

Under the weather?

How?

But then Milroy recalled what happened back at the West Coast Center For Reproductive Medicine And Fertility.

…..

Unbeknownst to the Alpha and Luna couple, the small chamber where Lucien “submitted” his semen sample was not soundproofed at all.

In fact, Milroy along with the hospital staff outside the chamber had to listen to their wild and intense coupling that took place inside.