Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

204 What Do You Want Me To Do?

Trust you?

Trust you to do what?

Ronan...

As soon as Lucien opened his eyes, a searing pain stabbed into his skull.

The man rolled to the side and pressed at the aching spot between his brows.

What a terrible headache. And his whole body was sore too. He felt as if he had been beaten back and blue overnight. Only that he had not.

Next to him, the bed was empty.

Ronan had already left, only his scent lingered behind.

Lucien crawled to the edge of the king-sized bed. When he looked down at the carpeted floor, a wave of dizziness attacked him and he slumped against the bed again.

.....

“Lulu.”

Ronan’s voice was loud and clear, followed by a warm hand on his cheek.

A moment later, Lucien was dragged back to the bed and tucked in properly under the quilt.

“The Healer said that you are exhausted from the memorial service preparation. You should rest a lot this week.”

“...”

Was Ronan stupid or did he think that Lucien was demented?

Lucien clawed into Ronan’s arm and shot him a glare.

“We are not done,” he said. “Don’t think that you can get away with biting me again and again.”

The Adam’s apple on Ronan’s throat bobbed up and down nervously.

“Lulu, I... don’t have anything else to add to what I said yesterday.”

Lucien’s face darkened.

“You are a selfish person,” he chastised. “You want the best of both worlds.”

Ronan grabbed Lucien under the armpits and dragged him so that the latter lay on his lap.

He knew that he was selfish.

Of course he was.

But what else could he do?

Tell Lucien and risk his safety?

He could not.

“Lulu, please,” he begged. “Please trust me.”

“I want to go home,” Lucien snapped.

A heart-wrenching expression spread on Ronan’s face. He pulled Lucien into a hug and mumbled against the latter’s neck, “But Lulu, this is your home. It has been your home for more than a week.”

Lucien blinked into the distance. He forgot about that one.

“Mmh.”

Lucien shoved at Ronan’s chest and grabbed his collar right after.

“What do you want me to do, Alpha?” He hissed. “Don’t forget that I too am an alpha. I have my own pride. I am not willing to be your plaything, your mistress!”

Ronan cupped Lucien’s face and pressed a kiss on the latter’s reluctant lips. He only let Lucien go when the latter bit into his lip angrily.

“Don’t you dare bite me again,” he snapped, wiping the saliva off the corner of his mouth.

“Lucien, you will forever be my number one,” Ronan begged. “This situation is beyond my control. I am very, very sorry.”

In Ronan’s head, Beowulf kept screaming for him to tell Lucien the truth.

‘You are so stupid,’ the wolf roared. ‘Let that bitch take care of herself. You need to clear this misunderstanding with Lucien!’

‘I can’t,’ Ronan said through gritted teeth. ‘My mom. And Lulu’s safety.’

‘Go hide Lucien in a far, far away place but tell him everything,’ Beowulf insisted. ‘Ronan, you are playing with fire.’

‘I trust Lucien,’ Ronan sighed. ‘He has to trust me as well.’

‘You are a fool. You, trusting Lucien? You don’t even trust that he isn’t texting Kinnon when he’s on phone. If a woman shows up and announces that she is pregnant with Lucien’s baby, won’t you be angry at all?’

Ronan clenched his fists.

Angry?

He would go rampant.

He would threaten the woman with Goddess knew what and then send her and the baby away for good.

“Arghhhh.”

Ronan buried his face in Lucien’s shoulder.

Lucien sighed.

He hooked his arms around Ronan’s neck and exhaled.

‘Lucien, can I kill that woman?’ Landon asked calmly. His tone was no different from one he used when he begged for cookies.

‘Are you nuts? Do you want another war? Or do you want to be dragged to the trial again?’ Lucien growled.

‘It’s all her fault,’ Landon hissed. ‘What a shameless wench, making her appearance during a solemn memorial service and drawing all attention to her.’

Lucien scoffed.

‘Would you rather she makes her appearance during the wedding then?’

‘...’

“Ronan.”

Ronan looked up with a distraught expression.

“Don’t leave me,” he begged. “Lucien, please. I can’t take it. We are mates. You should not leave me alone.”

“... Alone? Technically, I will be leaving you with the mother of your child and your heir.”

“No,” Ronan shook his head desperately.

“Please. Please. Please, don’t leave me. I will do everything that you ask of me.”

Landon howled in Lucien’s head.

‘Ask him to get rid of Lillian Woodland and I will act as if nothing happened last night.’

‘...’

Landon was fierce. He was not as forgiving as Lucien. For him, anyone who stood between him and his happiness deserved to be eliminated.

Lucien could not do that.

“You ask for five months,” Lucien spoke, his tone calm and collected. “I need five days away from you. I need to think. Alone. Without you injecting me with more pheromones.”

Guilt washed over Ronan. He knew he was wrong, but he truly couldn’t help it.

“Agree, but you must come back every night during the five days.”

Lucien glared at Ronan.

“Are you nuts? I am not going to commute just so you have me to warm your bed every night!”

Ronan yanked at Lucien’s arm impatiently.

“Lulu, we are mates,” he emphasized every word. “Isn’t it normal to want to be together?”

“It is,” Lucien admitted. “But right now, I can’t even look at you.”

Lucien’s every word was like a hammer swing that mercilessly slammed against Ronan’s heart.

“Lulu...”

Lucien sucked in a deep breath and pinned Ronan with a cold glare.

“I will be at South Bedford City,” the man announced while freeing himself from Ronan’s grip. “I will rent a house near the art gallery so I can work on my new piece for the time being.”

Despite Ronan’s incessant pleading, Lucien packed some clothing and several necessities into a small luggage and left the Infinite Eclipse Pack House that morning.

.....