Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

Heads turned in Ronan’s direction when they heard the latter groan.

The Alpha pressed a hand against his chest, large sweat beads built on his forehead.

“Alpha, is everything alright?” Jake leaned closer to his superior.

“Mnh.”

The sharp pain in his chest disappeared as quickly as it appeared, leaving not a single trace. That was disconcerting.

“Are we done here?” Ronan asked impatiently.

The meeting had been going on for two hours, and they were through with the major issues.

Seeing that the Alpha’s mood was rather foul, naturally no one dared to prolong the meeting.

.....

“Yes,” Jake answered.

He gestured for everyone to leave. “Meeting is over for now.”

The Alpha was bathed in a cold sweat. Jake had never seen him in this state, so he was quite concerned.

“Alpha, is everything alright?”

“Yes,” Ronan said. “Maybe I just need more sleep. Or water.”

Before Jake thought about anything useful to say, Milroy rushed into the meeting room.

“Reporting to Alpha, the Luna called and left a message.”

Ronan furrowed his brows.

“What did he say?”

“The Luna is going to St. Clarence today with Alpha Annalynne from the Silent Walkers Pack.”

Considering that Annalynne yelled at Ronan the previous day about his involvement with Lillian, Ronan was not too happy about the two siblings spending their time together.

“Get me my phone,” Ronan said curtly while wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

Milroy dutifully handed Ronan his phone before he continued, “Also, there is a summon from the Werewolf Council for tomorrow morning.”

Ronan stopped in the middle of calling Lucien and turned to look at Milroy with furrowed brows. Jake too was stunned.

“The Werewolf Council? What do they say?”

Milroy clutched his notebook like a shield before his chest and answered, “It was initiated by Conrad Woodland.”

Conrad Woodland, Lillian’s father.

Ronan rubbed at his chin. He pretty much knew what the man wanted to say.

“Never mind. I am going to bring Lucien with me. We might as well inform the whole council of our plan to get married.”

“Umm, the Luna has also received the summon,” Milroy’s voice trembled slightly when he said it out loud.

“...”

What did Conrad Woodland want to do with Lucien?

“I want to read the summon notice myself,” Ronan demanded while walking to his own office.

Jake and Milroy dutifully followed behind him.

Once Ronan got to read it with his own eyes, he saw that Milroy was not mistaken.

The Werewolf Council demanded not only his but also Lucien’s presence at the Werewolf Council Headquarters.

“Alright, leave me,” Ronan said, waving his hand to dismiss both his assistant and his Beta.

He threw the notice onto his desk and shifted his attention to his phone.

Lucien did not pick up.

Impatient, the Alpha called again and again.

After the fifth call, the connection finally went through.

The one who answered the call was not Lucien but Annalynne.

“Could you please shut it for an hour or so???” Annalynne roared into the phone. “We are busy here! We don’t have time to cater to your phone call!”

“...”

Ronan checked the number that he dialed.

It was Lucien’s.

“Where is Lulu?” Ronan asked, ignoring Annalynne’s angry speech.

“In St. Clarence, where else???”

Ronan’s expression turned icy. “So happy that your scars are gone, Alpha Annalynne. Hand the phone to Lucien, I need to talk to him.”

From the other end of the line, the sound of someone throwing up was heard.

“... Who was that?” Ronan asked.

“Lulu? Lulu, oh Goddess...”

Beep.

And the call ended just like that.

Ronan drove by himself to St. Clarence.

As soon as he arrived, he demanded to see a certain Lucien Clearwater.

“There is no patient by that name,” the elder nurse told the Alpha once she finished checking on her computer.

“How can there not be? You made a mistake, check again,” Ronan growled impatiently.

The nurse narrowed her eyes at Ronan and pursed her lips.

“Alpha Ronan, your mate is not here. Maybe he already went back.”

Ronan did not even bother asking how she knew that Lucien was his mate.

“He is here! I know it!”

“He is not!”

Ronan gritted his teeth. He was just planning to check room after room in search of Lucien when the latter’s weak, trembling voice was heard behind him.

“Ronan, I am here.”

Ronan turned around and was shocked to see Lucien’s pale face. He had one arm around Annalynne, who wobbled slightly in an attempt to keep Lucien in a standing position.

“Lulu, my love, what happened?”

Ronan rushed to Lucien’s side. He wrapped an arm around Lucien’s waist and let him lean on his chest.

“I don’t feel too good,” Lucien mumbled. “Maybe it’s the weather.”

Ronan gave Annalynne a piercing stare, to which the woman immediately responded, “I did nothing to Lulu! I was in surgery!”

She pointed at the thick bandages on her cheek.

“When he came back, he was so pale. And then he threw up in the bathroom...”

“It’s not a big deal,” Lucien muttered. “Maybe some food poisoning.”

“Did you eat something weird, Lulu???” Annalynne was aghast.

“Just... Candied plums from the canteen.”

Ronan and Annalynne exchanged glances before they both turned to look at the elder nurse at the reception desk.

She was leaning forward and staring at Lucien.

“Our canteen does serve candied plums for dessert today, but no one else got sick from it.”

“I want a doctor to take a look at him,” Ronan insisted.

“That already happened. There is nothing wrong with me,” Lucien replied.

“What do you mean with nothing wrong? Look at you! You are so pale and weak! Where is this so-called doctor? I want to speak to him!”

Lucien shot Ronan a glare.

.....

“Ronan, don’t make a fuss. I just need to take some rest.”

The Alpha heaved a sigh.

“Fine,” Ronan growled. “Then let’s go home. Alpha Annalynne, allow me to take my mate home.”

Lucien gave his sister a weak smile. He patted Annalynne’s bandaged cheek.

“I am so glad that you did it. Tell me what it looks like later.”

Annalynne nodded. She watched as her brother and Ronan departed from the hospital. An uneasy feeling spread in her heart. What happened to Lucien?