Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

While in smaller packs these ranks merely meant more responsibilities, in bigger packs they meant more power and authority.

Lucien had gone through a similar introduction after he and Kinnon informed the Werewolf Council of their wedding plan. Everything went smoothly back then. He was accepted without any objection.

Lucien had been dreading this moment.

He imagined it to be full of rejection just like when he came face-to-face with the Silent Walkers Pack to ask for their help to participate in the war.

Lucien stared at the many unknown faces that looked up at him. He almost expected them to shout curses at him, and hit him with a stone. Too scary... He would love to just turn around and bolt away.

But then, they all rose to their feet at the same time and fell to one knee on the floor before him and Ronan.

“We swear to you our allegiance, Luna,” they said solemnly while bowing their heads.

Lucien’s breath was stuck in his neck. For a while, he was unable to say anything. He just stood there, his slender frame slightly trembling as waves of elation slowly washed over him.

.....

‘Are you going to let them kneel forever?’ Ronan teased.

‘...’

“Thank you,” Lucien choked out. “Please rise to your feet.”

They all rose to his feet and beamed at Lucien expectantly.

“From now on, I want Lucien to enjoy all the privileges of a Luna. Our relationship should be made known to the public,” Ronan declared.

“Of course, Alpha,” Jake answered with a smile.

Lucien’s eyes drifted from one person to another. Again, complete acceptance. Not a single rejection, not a single sentence that started with a “But”.

No one even mentioned anything about Lillian Woodland.

And the baby.

The scene was almost surreal.

Back in Ronan’s office, Lucien was given a cup of hot cocoa with some marshmallows.

“Shocked?” Ronan asked with a chuckle while he traced Lucien’s spine with his fingers.

Lucien glared at him.

“You set me up,” he accused his mate while sipping from the luxurious thick liquid.

Ronan pretended to be astounded.

“Me? How could I? It was a coincidence!”

Coincidence your ass, Lucien cursed in his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you plan to officially introduce me to every single leader of your pack?”

Ronan leaned against the couch lazily.

“Because I don’t want you to be all nervous and jittery.”

“So, you thought that giving me a heart attack was a much better option?”

“Our Head Healer is here. She can tend to you when you do suffer from a heart attack,” Ronan innocently claimed.

Lucien scoffed. He drank another sip from his cup instead of continuing to argue with Ronan.

The Alpha squeezed his mate’s hand, prompting Lucien to look at him.

“What is it?”

“Lulu, it is time for us to plan for our wedding, don’t you think?”

Wedding?

In the middle of all this mess?

Lucien shrank back. He didn’t think so.

“Ronan, we should wait,” he said, putting his cup back on the tea table.

Ronan shook his head.

“I don’t want to wait anymore. Let’s make it official. I want you to be my Luna not only in practice but also in name.”

“I thought you asked me to give you five months,” Lucien pointed out.

“Nearly four months left now,” Ronan corrected him. “And that was to fix the issue with Lillian Woodland. I never planned to delay our wedding plan because of her.”

Lucien’s eyelashes fluttered lightly when he heard the determination in Ronan’s voice. A slight blush appeared on his cheeks, but his lips were pressed together in reluctance.

Ronan chuckled. He raised both hands to Lucien’s face and caressed his adorable, pink cheeks.

“Sometimes, I do wish that you were a woman,” he whispered. “With my son growing inside your belly, you would not be hesitant to marry me.”

Lucien smiled in response.

He then took one of Ronan’s hands and pressed it against the lower part of his stomach.

“Then why don’t you keep trying, Alpha?” He asked seductively.

The corners of Ronan’s lips ticked up in delight.

When he went back to the pack house that night, he did what Lucien challenged him to do. Again and again, the Alpha deposited his seed deep into his Luna’s body, hoping to conceive a son.

Eventually, sore and battered from the intense lovemaking, Lucien called it quits.

“You are going to kill me if you don’t stop now,” he chastised the Alpha.

Leaning against a pillow with his arm supporting his head, said Alpha traced Lucien’s frame with a finger. The latter’s body was full of bite and kiss marks that extended from his slender neck to his shapely legs.

So beautiful.

“I thought you wanted me to try harder,” he crooned. “Now you want me to stop. I am so conflicted, Lulu.”

The Alpha leaned closer to kiss his mate but Lucien pushed his face away.

“Stop that,” he said. “No more kisses for you.”

Lucien climbed off the bed and looked around.

“What are you looking for...?” Ronan furrowed his brows at Lucien.

“My phone. I promised Quinn to keep it with me all the time. Otherwise, she is going to stick me with an assistant.”

Ronan rolled on the bed and groaned.

“For Goddess’ sake, just ask Quinn to buy you a new phone.”

“You are not listening,” Lucien said while crouching on the floor to look under the bed. “It is not missing. It is just neglected. Oh, there it is!”

Ronan opened his eyes slightly. Lucien found his phone but he was not coming back to bed.

The man crept toward the edge and hoisted Lucien back to the bed.

The latter was so engrossed in his phone that he did not pay Ronan any attention. Dissatisfied with Lucien’s response, Ronan bit into his shoulder out of spite.

“Ouch! Ronan!”

“What are you looking at? Is your phone more interesting than me?”

“No, it’s just unusual. Lily Brenston called about ten times yesterday.”