Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

47 Rescuing the Rejected Mate

Ronan Silverback, on the other side, had a lot on his plate.

Thanks to his poor choice in recent days, he ended up neglecting his business and thus had to deal with the consequences all at once.

They came back to haunt him in form of piling paperwork and documents, not to mention scheduled business trips to meet up with unhappy business partners all around the globe.

Lillian Woodland conveniently hired a real secretary to do all the legwork and mundane activities late into the night while she accompanied Ronan for meals and leisure activities only.

Whenever the other secretary popped up to accompany Ronan through meetings, Lillian would go on shopping sprees with her friends and post cute pictures on social media.

As infuriating as it might be, Ronan could not even begrudge the werewolf princess’ unconventional behavior because she paid the other secretary’s salary with her own pocket money.

After two weeks of an unintended trip with Lillian, Ronan was more than happy to return to the Infinite Eclipse Pack House.

The first thing he did after he opened the door to his lavish apartment was to lower himself onto the couch while loosening his necktie.

The second thing he did was ask about Lucien.

.....

The person who had the unlucky task to monitor Lucien’s movement was none other than Jake.

It just so happened that Ronan came back when Jake was enjoying some private time with his pregnant wife.

Not that Ronan, the model employer, remembered. If he were not able to use the Mind Link, he would have marched to Jake’s apartment and intruded shamelessly.

‘Jake, how is Lucien doing, these days?’

Jake, who was putting together a baby crib, almost hammered a nail through his own finger.

‘Oh Ro... I mean, Alpha, you are back.’

‘Well...?’

‘Lucien Clearwater was last seen getting off the train at the East Temple City’s central train station,’ Jake reported.

East Temple City?

Ronan sat up straight immediately. It was the territory of the Night Prowler Pack. Why would Lucien even go there?

‘Then?’

‘Then, he has been off the radar ever since.’

What the hell?

‘What do you mean, off the radar? I asked you to keep an eye on him. Where did he go after leaving East Temple City?’

‘... Alpha, he never left.’

‘...’

‘Lucien Clearwater has been staying in the East Temple City for two weeks straight now.’

‘...’

‘Alpha?’

No answer. Ronan had closed off his Mind Link. Jake sighed.

The moment the Alpha was pissed was the end of his well-deserved break.

In his apartment, Ronan leaned against the couch while pressing a hand against his eyes.

‘Ronan, we must go,’ Beowulf urged him in his head. ‘Something is up.’

‘B, I can’t just roll into the Night Prowler Pack’s territory without any reason.’

‘So you are not going to do anything? You are just going to dismiss it altogether?’

‘No, of course not... Beowulf, give me some time to think.’

Beowulf stopped talking in his head. Once he was all alone, various thoughts came to invade Ronan’s brain and give him a massive headache.

What the hell was Lucien thinking?

Lucien was not a frivolous person. If he had wanted to accept Kinnon Youngshaper as his husband, he would not have gone all the way with Ronan. Ronan was 100% sure that Lucien was going to reject Kinnon.

Should the Night Prowler Pack then try to do something funny in retaliation, Ronan would have been there for Lucien to protect him, to cover his ass.

So why would the man himself go to East Temple City and stay there for two weeks and counting?

Ronan got to his feet and started walking around his apartment anxiously. If Lucien did not stay there out of free will, it only meant that Kinnon Youngshaper was keeping him as a hostage.

It was not allowed to do such a thing, not even after a pack lost to another in a war. The Silent Walkers Pack would always have the Werewolf Council at their back.

Why did the Silent Walkers Pack do nothing? Did they even know that Lucien had been staying there? Why didn’t they submit a report to the Werewolf Council?

Ronan gritted his teeth.

Knock, knock, knock...

Ronan’s head snapped toward the door.

“Who??” he yelled at the door, undoubtedly startling the person on the other side of the door.

“It’s me,” Jake’s voice was heard. “May I enter, Alpha?”

“Suit yourself,” Ronan said in response.

The door opened with a click and a sympathetic-looking Jake entered.

Jake did not know how strong the attraction between fated mates was. All he knew was that Ronan was actively pursuing Lucien while Lucien only took a day to reject Ronan’s marriage proposal.

Through the rejection letter, Lucien had officially expressed his disinterest in pursuing a relationship with Ronan. But what did Ronan do? Ronan kept chasing him, salivating after him like an obsessed wolfdog.

After Lucien rejected Ronan, he went to stay with Kinnon Youngshaper. Was it not obvious? He already accepted Kinnon Youngshaper’s proposal. They just had not announced it officially.

As Ronan’s Beta, Jake saw it as his responsibility to wake his Alpha from his unreal dreams. The truth always hurt. So why wait until the wound festered? The sooner they treated the wound, the better...

Jake opened his mouth to say something, but Ronan cut him off before he even said a word.

“Where is that saber?” Ronan asked, furrowing his brows at Jake.

“I... What saber?” Jake asked dumbly. How did Ronan end up thinking about a saber? He better not think about killing Kinnon Youngshaper!

“Lucien’s saber. The blade he used when fighting against Gavin.”

“Oh, THAT saber. We collected it and cleaned it. It is now sitting in the workshop. We should return it to Lucien with our thanks...”

“Get someone to bring it to me tonight.”

“Oh, alright.”

The saber was brought to Ronan’s room and Jake was dismissed right after. Only to be summoned again within an hour.

When Jake arrived, Ronan was sitting at a bar counter. He was pouring himself a glass of wine. Judging from the level of the wine bottle, it was not his first glass. Jake feared that it was also not his last.

Ronan drank half a glass before he turned to look at Jake again.

“Go to East Temple City tomorrow morning and return the saber to him personally,” Ronan said impatiently.

“... Oh.”

Jake’s throat went dry.

Ronan crossed his arms in front of his chest as he approached Jake and pinned him with a glare.

“You must hand it over to Lucien personally. Do not agree to leave the blade with anyone else but Lucien.”

Jake swallowed hard. “Understood, Alpha.”