Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

361 The Alpha Blamed The Luna

“No,” Ronan decided. “I will handle that on my own.”

Milroy swallowed hard.

He got Ronan the earliest flight to Ravenfall City.

Before the Alpha left with Noah and headed toward the airport, he told Milroy to take the rest of the day off if he wished so.

Milroy thought that either the Alpha had gone crazy or his ears were problematic.

Ever a loyal subject, he went to a healer and had his ears checked instead.

Meanwhile, Ronan closed his eyes as he leaned against the comfortable seat in his first-class cabin.

The man used to enjoy the quiet privacy, but this time around, quietude quickly became his worst enemy.

A wave of unpleasant thoughts invaded his brain.

.....

Even though he tried hard to drive them away from his brain, they came again and again like a bunch of hungry vultures.

‘You are restless,’ Beowulf mused. ‘What’s wrong?’

Ronan sighed but gave his wolf no answer.

‘Ronan, Lucien loves you. Why are you still hesitating at this time? Go get him.’

‘No,’ Ronan insisted. ‘I want him to come to me. I want him to leave Kinnon and come to me.’

If Beowulf could roll with his eyes, he would have done so. What was with human beings and their unwritten rules in courting?

‘Ronan, you are being dumb again. Don’t you have the least confidence in winning against Kinnon Youngshaper?’

But that’s the biggest problem.

He did not win against Kinnon.

He could not win against Kinnon.

Ronan did not get to marry Lucien because he was a better man than Kinnon. It was because Landon came back and interfered.

Lucien decided to preserve his wolf, and so he started dating Ronan out of convenience.

Ronan used to think that it was wonderful. Until he saw the pictures of Lucien and Kinnon hugging out there.

Landon’s and Ronan’s selfishness might have robbed Lucien of the happiness that he could have been part of.

Who could claim that Lucien would be happier with Ronan and not Kinnon?

Didn’t he do so well at the Night Prowler Pack?

Ronan did not have the confidence to offer Lucien a better life than he had with Kinnon.

The sheer realization was a huge hit, and it greatly affected him.

Alpha werewolves strived to be the best among the werewolves, even among the alphas.

Since prehistoric times, the life of alpha werewolves was imbued with the endless struggle for dominance. Fighting with fellow wolves for the most fertile females was just a part of it.

Ronan could not help it.

The werewolves’ way of living had improved drastically from the past, but their inner traits remained the same.

The Alpha wanted to win so desperately.

Even if the victory was as petty as having Lucien pick him over Kinnon.

Ronan bumped the back of his head against his headrest.

So pathetic.

He was so pathetic.

He did not deserve someone as wonderful as Lucien.

The meeting at noon went well.

Once it was over, Ronan glanced at his phone and there was still no single message from Lucien.

The Alpha was tempted to search for some news regarding his mate online.

He pulled up the search engine a few times before putting his phone away repeatedly.

No, he thought.

He shouldn’t torture himself with the annoying images.

But how else could he find out where Lucien was and what he was doing when Ronan was not around?

‘For Goddess’ sake, if you must know what Lucien is doing, call and ask him,’ Beowulf chastised when Ronan went to sit at the bar and started to drink one glass after another.

‘Quiet, Beowulf,’ Ronan replied in annoyance. ‘I will handle Lucien the way I see fit.’

‘Oh? By getting drunk on your own, you mean?’

The wolf quickly cursed himself when Ronan caught sight of a voluptuous redhead who sat next to him at the bar counter. She made pretty eyes at him and curled her full lips into a kissy gesture.

“Hey, handsome, are you alone?”

Ronan downed another glass and turned his head to look at the woman. Instead of responding to the open flirt, he heaved a long sigh and continued drinking.

The woman was stunned by this ice-cold reaction.

Just what was wrong with this handsome yet stupid man? He was supposed to flirt back so they could take their business upstairs!

Then again, her experience taught her that the best lovers did not pick just anyone. She simply had to convince this man that she was worth the risk.

She casually reached out to touch Ronan’s shoulder, but the man grabbed her wrist mid-air.

“Don’t touch me,” he said, his greenish-blue eyes shining dangerously from beneath the thick dark hair.

Damn, so handsome!

The woman’s heart was pounding hard as she gazed into his exquisite face.

“Why not?” she coaxed him. “Do you have someone waiting for you upstairs?”

Ronan scoffed.

Waiting for him? Who? The cold bed?

Ronan’s sour emotion rose up his throat like acid.

Having decided that he had drunk enough for the night, he threw his coat over his shoulder and left the bar without a word of farewell.

“Crazy guy,” the woman muttered under her breath unhappily before she went to search for another partner.

Meanwhile, as soon as Ronan arrived in his suite room, he took out his phone and dialed Lucien’s number.

His mate answered after only three rings.

“Ronan, where are you?” he asked as if he had not been ignoring Ronan for three days straight.

“Where am I???” Ronan’s voice was a pitch higher from aggravation. “Lulu, you have neglected me for days! Because you are not here, some random woman threw herself at me!”

“...”

Ronan slid down the nearest wall and rubbed at his face.

“Lulu, it’s all your fault,” he said, despite being well aware of his unreasonable words.

Being drunk had its merit. Pride literally ceased to exist when the blood contained enough alcohol.

To his greatest surprise, the suite’s bedroom door swung open and revealed a red-blond man with his phone in his hand.

“Is that so?” the man asked coldly with a raised eyebrow.

Tucking his phone casually into his pocket, Lucien sauntered like a majestic king toward the Alpha who sat on the floor with sprawled legs.

“Which woman threw herself at you?”

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