Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

265 Hiding In The Alleged Enemy’s Lair

Hundreds of pairs of eyes were directed at the Alpha of the rival pack as he made his way in the direction of the Night Prowler Pack House, a huge mansion that could easily be mistaken as a five-star hotel.

Behind him, Milroy kept throwing glances left and right, fearing for his life.

The two packs had after all engaged in an intense war that killed altogether twenty-five werewolves from both sides.

When the survivors from the Night Prowler Pack saw Ronan Silverback, all they remembered was the fierce battle between him and their own Alpha, Kinnon Youngshaper. And then, the catastrophic mudslide that buried the unfortunate ones underneath.

On top of the white stone staircase that led to the foyer, Bjorn was already waiting for them.

“Alpha Ronan, welcome to our pack house,” he greeted Ronan with a bow.

“Thank you for the hospitality, Beta Bjorn.”

“Let me take you to Lucien’s room. Our best Healers are already waiting. We will make his stay here as comfortable as possible. He will want for nothing.”

Ronan nodded in assent.

.....

“Please follow me, Alpha Ronan.”

Something tugged at Bjorn’s heartstrings when he saw the unconscious man that was pressed to Ronan’s chest.

Once, Kinnon had gathered all of them and introduced Lucien as their new Luna. At that time, Bjorn had thought that Lucien would be very happy together with Kinnon. They got along so well. Even little Ralph adored him.

Who would have known that once Lucien left for the Moon Banquet with Kinnon, he was never to come back?

Not as their Luna, anyway.

Ronan shared the same sentiment.

‘How ironic,’ Ronan said to Lucien. ‘I worked so hard to get you out of here, only to take you back here.’

Ronan’s tone was dripping with jealousy and displeasure. It was uncalled for, but Lucien found it funny.

‘Are you leaving your Luna in your rival’s hands? Alpha Ronan, I have never seen this generous side of yours.’

Ronan’s lips inadvertently curled into a smile. He pressed a kiss on Lucien’s forehead. If his mate was able to spit sarcasm, then he was doing just fine.

‘I don’t expect you to be as generous, but please tell Landon not to kill anyone here.’

Goddess forbade they started another war.

Lucien chuckled in response.

‘Landon is being a good boy right now. He will not ruin your plan.’

In fact, Landon was still in a stupor from the death sentence and then the unexpected recovery. The wolf only wanted to sleep for a long time, not caring about what was happening outside.

Ronan lay his mate on the bed, after which the Healers started to get busy with him.

“Undernourished and dehydrated,” was the diagnosis, to Ronan’s greatest relief. They wanted to stick him with an IV drip, but Lucien objected as soon as he heard them.

‘Please no,’ he begged Ronan, the only one who could hear him. ‘I don’t want to be treated like a sick person anymore. Please don’t. I will wake up soon.’

Lucien had been stuck with an IV drip for a long time after the poison kicked in.

It was traumatic.

It awakened the painful memories from the days he was resigned to death.

Neither Ronan nor Lucien liked to be reminded of those days.

When a Healer approached the bed with an IV drip, Ronan stopped him.

“He will wake up soon, there is no need for any IV drip.”

The Healer disagreed.

“But Alpha Ronan, he needs water and nutrition! We don’t know when he will wake up!”

They had a point. Ronan could not begrudge the Healers for wanting to do their job.

“What do you want to give him?” he asked.

The Healer stared at him.

“A bowl of concoction and two glasses of water will do for the time being.”

“Then, please prepare them for him.”

The Healers looked at Ronan as if he had gone crazy. Seeing that Ronan did not get the message, they turned to look at Bjorn instead.

“Do as Alpha Ronan asks,” he said.

The Healers thus left to brew the concoction, not without leaving a jug of water and a glass for Ronan.

“Excuse us, Bjorn,” Ronan said.

Bjorn understood what Ronan planned to do. He nodded and left the room to grant the couple some privacy.

Ronan climbed into the bed and held his mate in his arms. Lucien’s lips parted slightly when his head was tilted backward. After taking a sip of water, Ronan pried Lucien’s mouth open. Sip by sip, he patiently gave Lucien the water his body needed through kisses.

Even after the two glasses of water were gone, the Alpha continued kissing Lucien.

Until a Healer cleared his throat loudly and almost made Ronan’s heart jump out of his ribcage.

The taller man broke the kiss right away. One thing was being interrupted by your own subjects in your own pack house. Another thing was to be interrupted by the subjects of your mate’s ex-lover in his pack house.

Ronan could tell which one was a lot more uncomfortable.

The Healer brought a bowl of steaming medicine. As he put the bowl on the night table, he threw Alpha Ronan a lot of judgmental looks. The kind that he never would dare to throw at his own Alpha no matter what he might do.

Ronan took a sip from the bowl and wrinkled his brows.

‘Heck, this one’s bitter.’

‘... Get it away from me,’ Lucien said without skipping a beat.

Sadly, the Alpha refused to cooperate.

‘No, you need nourishment.’

‘... Nourishment does not have to be bitter.’

‘You have no choice, Baby. Suck it up.’

‘...’

Ronan chuckled.

It was good that Lucien was unable to control his body, otherwise he would spit everything out.

He just finished feeding Lucien the bitter medicine when Kinnon’s weary voice was heard from the door.

“Well, well,” he said. “Ronan, can you stop eating Lucien’s face for now? We have a lot to talk about.”