Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

339 The Alpha Was Too Scary

The gentlemen were as red as steamed lobsters while the ladies were whispering to each other in excitement.

When the couple finally came out, Lucien looked as grim as someone who had just been taken disadvantage of.

Ronan, on the other side, glowed like the sun itself.

He casually dumped the package with Lucien’s sample into Milroy’s hands.

“Done,” he had said with a smug, shameless smile.

“...”

Milroy was speechless.

The men were clearing their throats and the women were giggling.

When Gordon Clearwater came down and took a look at his son, he frowned and asked, “Lulu, everything alright?”

.....

The Luna gave his mate a sharp glance before he replied with, “I am just feeling under the weather.”

From then on, “under the weather” carried a completely different meaning for Milroy.

At present time, he did not wish to ask Lucien how exactly he was feeling under the weather.

The Luna asked for a healer, so the Luna should get a healer.

Having worked for months for an extremely selfish boss who did not know the pain of his direct subordinates, Milroy proved to be exceedingly efficient and resourceful.

He especially shone in dire straits.

Lucien had no idea how, but the younger man managed to drag a poor healer out of her vacation and ask her to tend to the Luna of the Infinite Eclipse Pack.

It just so happened that the healer hailed from the Silent Walkers Pack.

And she was an elder lady who knew Lucien from birth.

Lucien could barely conceal his surprise when said healer knocked at his suite door and offered her service.

“Mr. Clearwater, so nice to meet you again,” the healer gave him a warm smile. “How can I help you?”

“Healer Patricia.”

Instead of stepping back and letting the elder healer in, Lucien put both hands against the door frame and blocked her entry.

“Healer, I need you to be discreet,” he said.

Healer Patricia nodded with a smile.

“Always. We healers swore an oath to heal patients and not make any personal judgment.”

“Alright, please come in,” Lucien said.

He rubbed his chin nervously when the healer stepped into the living room and approached the couch.

Unlike Lucien and Ronan, Healer Patricia quickly saw through the unconscious young man.

“Ah. A half-werewolf. And an alpha too. What a rare find, Mr. Clearwater.”

That was all she had to say. Without betraying her personal feelings regarding half-werewolves, Healer Patricia sat in front of the couch and checked Sean’s vital.

“Fatigue and malnourishment. Nothing serious,” she concluded her diagnosis after a while. “What is your instruction?”

“Please wake him up,” Lucien said.

Healer Patricia had a bag of herbs and potions with her. She opened a pocket and took out a glass jar of smelling salt. A whiff was all it took to rouse Sean from his restless sleep.

The young man wrinkled his nose, sneezed a few times, and then gaped at the healer through teary eyes.

Thinking that the unknown she-wolf meant to poison him, Sean shouted at the top of his lungs and leaped to the side with amazing agility.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Ronan, who just stepped out of the bathroom with wet, dripping hair, whistled in amazement.

“Now, that was a leap that every werewolf would have been proud of.”

Sean shrieked in terror when he realized that he was still inside Ronan’s suite.

“Please don’t be afraid,” Lucien said gently. “We are not trying to harm you. Look, this is Healer Patricia. Healers can treat werewolves better than any human doctor. Why don’t you let her take a look at your mother?”

Sean shook his head rapidly.

“N-no need! I just need the money!”

Lucien was stunned.

He stared at the young man in front of him whose eyes darted around the room in search of an escape route.

“You can go if you want to,” Lucien told him in a placating tone. “We are not going to lock you up.”

Sean swallowed hard.

“We just want to help,” Lucien spoke again while slowly inching toward the frightened young man. “Don’t you want the best for your mother?”

Sean retreated slowly backward. Once he bumped against the wall, he burst into tears.

“You are going to kill her,” he mumbled. “You just want me to lead you to her.”

“No, we are not.”

Sean lifted his eyes and cast surreptitious glances at Ronan.

Lucien understood what Sean meant.

“Alpha Ronan will not come with us,” he decided. “It will just be you, me, and Healer Patricia. How does it sound?”

Lucien’s mate, the Alpha, crossed his arms before his chest and raised an eyebrow.

“No.”

“Ronan, you are scaring the boy,” Lucien reasoned. “I will be back as soon as possible. You can go ahead and have some lunch with Anna and Lowell.”

Ronan rolled with his eyes.

He hugged his mate from behind possessively and hissed at him, “I am not going to let you go with him without me. Sorry for pulling ranks, Lucien, but you gave me no choice.

You are my Luna. You have to listen to me.”

“...”

Lucien shot Ronan a glare.

“Alright?” Ronan softened his tone, but he made his position clear.

Lucien held on to the strong arms that were wrapped around him.

“... Mmm.”

Relieved that Lucien did not defy him further, Ronan lifted his gaze and directed it toward Sean.

“I already promised my Luna not to spill any blood in front of him. Don’t worry, you and your mother are not going to die in my hands.”

He emphasized the word “my”, making Sean shake like a leaf. They could escape death this one time, but what about the other times?

What if they ran into another group of pure-blood werewolves?

They might not be lucky enough to run into a second Lucien another time.

“You are scaring him again, Ronan,” Lucien complained with a sigh. “Stop that. Just help him, alright?”

“Okay, okay,” Ronan conceded. “Lad, lead us to your ailing mother.”