Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

It was fairly early, so customers had yet to come pouring down and fill the seats.

Thankfully, they already booked the table weeks ago, so it did not matter whether they arrived late or not.

“I need to talk to you,” Annalynne said in a discreet voice.

“Okay?”

They took a seat on the couch and Lucien gave his sister a quizzical look.

“What is it, Anna?”

Annalynne took her brother’s hands and swallowed hard.

“Lulu, I found out about what you were talking about during lunch yesterday.”

.....

Lucien raised an eyebrow at his sister.

Did Annalynne find out about Sean and his mother? That was quick.

“How did you...?”

“It doesn’t matter how. I just found out, okay. And I don’t think you should go through with what you are planning.”

Lucien rubbed at his lips thoughtfully. “What exactly do you think I am planning?”

Annalynne shook her head fervently. “I don’t even want to talk about it! It brings bad luck!”

“...”

Bad luck? How?

All he wanted to do was to fight for the right of the rogue werewolves and half-werewolves who were tossed away by the werewolf community ruthlessly. How was it bad luck, again?

“Anna, I don’t think that I follow,” Lucien said. “Speak clearly.”

Annalynne swallowed again. She couldn’t tell Lucien that she found out about his pregnancy because then it meant that she peeked at his gift. She could only speak in riddles, hoping that Lucien understood what she was trying to say.

“Lulu, look. Some things are meant to be. You should not fight it.”

Annalynne’s words astounded her brother. He almost could not believe his ears. Was it really his sister who spoke just now?

“Anna, that is a very selfish thing to say,” Lucien remarked, unable to contain the bubbling rage in his heart. “You can say that because it is not happening to you.”

Annalynne gave her brother a beseeching look.

“If it happens to me, I will still go with the flow. Besides, you said you would be there for me, right?”

Lucien gaped at his sister.

“But that’s the point! I want everyone to be there for each other!”

“That’s perfect! I agree!”

“...”

“...”

By then, they understood that they had been talking about two different topics altogether.

“Out with it. What the hell are you talking about?” Lucien stared at his sister while crossing his arms before his chest.

As a response, Annalynne went to touch Lucien’s stomach.

“It’s only two weeks old, but they are inside. Lulu, please don’t... Don’t abort them, alright?”

Lucien’s mouth dropped open.

He must have fainted in a sitting position because he blacked out for a full minute before he snapped back to reality.

“What the hell are you talking about, Anna? I am not pregnant!”

“Of course you are!” Annalynne insisted. “That’s why you ate for three people at lunch!”

Lucien glared at his sister.

Good Goddess!

He just ate too much one time in his life and everyone was making a fuss about it!

“I. Am. Not. Pregnant!” Lucien emphasized every word in anger.

“I am a man, Anna!!!” he added, just in case his sister forgot his gender.

Once Lowell and Ronan arrived, the angry man went to sit next to Ronan. Whenever their eyes met, he shoot icy glares at his sister.

“...”

Annalynne was baffled. Lucien’s anger was real.

So, was she mistaken?

No way.

The name in the sonogram was clearly Lucien’s.

Gordon Clearwater did not make this kind of joke. Or was it something else?

After that, Annalynne did not dare to mention the pregnancy again. In fact, she was terrified about it. The way Lucien reacted strengthened her belief that he would definitely abort the babies if he ever found out about it.

Lucien could not find out.

Annalynne had to destroy the sonogram before Lucien even got to see it.

But arghhh... It was the first picture of the babies in the womb!!!

Annalynne bit into her napkin in resentment. She couldn’t destroy it. She wanted to supersize it and hang it in her bedroom at the Silent Walkers Pack House.

Then, what to do?

Eventually, the babies would grow.

Lucien would notice for sure.

When Lucien found out, he was going to throw a tantrum.

He was going to abort the babies behind Ronan’s back!

Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!

The poor babies!

A waiter went around and poured everyone a glass of wine.

“Cheers to my beautiful mate and his insufferable sister!” Ronan said with a smile while raising his glass.

Annalynne watched with horror as Lucien lifted his glass and then tilted the glass to drink the wine.

“NO!!!”

Annalynne threw herself across the table and grabbed Lucien’s wrist to stop him from drinking. In doing so, she soiled her yellow dress with wine and hummus salad.

“...”

“... Anna?” Lowell grabbed Annalynne’s shoulders. “Honey, is everything alright?”

“No!” Annalynne broke into tears.

“Lulu, why? Why don’t you want them??? Why are you trying to harm them???”

Lucien put down his glass of wine and heaved a long sigh.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Ronan furrowed his brows. “What are you fighting with Annalynne about?”

“We are not fighting,” Lucien corrected him. “Annalynne seems to believe that I am...”

Lucien made a subtle hand gesture to point at his own stomach. Unfortunately, except for Annalynne, neither Ronan nor Lowell understood what he meant.

“What is that?” Ronan repeated the gesture and frowned at his mate.

Lucien pursed his lips in annoyance.

“She believes that I am... You know...?”

“... No, I don’t,” Ronan narrowed his eyes at the red-blond man, who looked more and more aggrieved with every passing minute.

“She believes that I am pregnant,” Lucien gave up and said it out loud.

“...”

.....

“...”

Silence fell on the table, disrupted only by the chattering voices and clinking sounds that came from all the other tables around them.

“So, are you?” Ronan just had to ask.

Lucien squinted at him. “No. Goddess, please don’t make me say it again and again. I. Am. Not. Pregnant.”

He reached toward the glass of wine again. Heck, he needed a bottle to forget this disgraceful conversation.

Annalynne yelped a second time and grabbed Lucien’s wrist again to stop him from drinking.

“Help!” she pleaded with Ronan. “He is going to abort your babies!”

Lucien scoffed. He turned to Ronan and said, “Ronan, surely you won’t be so dumb to believe that...”

Ronan took the wine glass from Lucien’s hand and drank the whole content.

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Is that so?” he asked while setting the empty wine glass on the table. “Are you trying to abort my babies?”