Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

205 Out Of Sight But Not Out Of Mind

Ronan wanted to take Lucien to South Bedford City himself, but Lucien briskly rejected his offer.

“The more you cling to me, the more I want to get away from you,” he said ruthlessly.

The red-blonde man even forbade him from delivering him to the car.

All Ronan got was a door slammed in front of his face and Beowulf’s neverending curses.

By the time Lucien arrived, a layer of snow already covered South Bedford City. Noah refused to leave him until he found the house he wanted to rent. The driver knew that Ronan would give him hell if he dared to do so.

Just before night arrived, Lucien finally found a suitable one. Just a hundred meters away from the art gallery, it was a small but cozy house for one person to two people at maximum.

A lone grandmother used to live there alone after her husband’s demise. This Christmas, she planned to move to a home. Lucien even helped her with loading the boxes into the moving car.

“It is quite funny,” she remarked. “I lived for 80 years but in the end what really mattered could fit inside a small car.”

The elderly woman handed Lucien the keys to her house.

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“You seem like a nice person,” she said, her smile adding more wrinkles to her face. “Please stay for as long as you need to. There is no rush.”

Lucien squeezed the elderly’s hands and returned her smile.

“Thank you, Mrs. Wilson,” he said. “For renting it to me last minute.”

The old woman laughed.

“Oh, it’s not like I need the money. I just want someone who can take care of my house.”

She turned around and threw one last glance at her home for the past forty years.

“I am going to miss living in here so much,” she whispered.

“But well, life goes on. Best of luck, child.”

Lucien looked at the retreating car with a solemn gaze.

When he entered the house, it still carried the traces that its previous owner left behind.

The elderly woman was a sentimental person. She kept a lot of pictures and a lot of mementos. Although she was the only one who lived in the house for more than twenty years, Lucien could smell the faint scent of other people.

Her dearly departed husband. Her grown children and grandchildren.

Lucien set the luggage in the bedroom and went to the kitchen. He was starving.

Unfortunately, the refrigerator was empty and Noah already left.

Lucien thus put on his coat again and went to a convenience store to buy some instant noodles for dinner.

He especially picked the unhealthiest one just to piss Ronan off. Even though the Alpha was not there to scold him and throw away his bowl of noodles.

Strange, he thought.

He was the one who left Ronan on his own accord, citing the need to clear his head. He was also the one who missed Ronan after only a few hours.

Lucien sat in front of a steaming bowl of spicy chicken noodle soup. The red oil swam to the surface, screaming danger like poisonous frogs in nature.

He lazily stirred into the bowl using his fork, his appetite decreasing with every passing minute.

It was the pheromones, he thought, raising a hand to feel the bite wound on his nape.

Nothing else.

It was going to get better and better as long as Ronan did not come to disturb his peace again.

Lucien ate three mouthfuls before he could not eat anymore.

For some reason, the noodles did not taste as delicious as they did previously.

Lucien was enraged.

Ronan even managed to ruin a bowl of noodles for him.

The man went to the refrigerator to take out a cup of caramel and vanilla pudding. Impatiently, he stabbed into the heavenly goodness and scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

Well.

Lucien closed his eyes and sucked at the spoon.

At least the pudding still tasted good.

Thankfully Ronan did not ruin all the food for him, otherwise he would become livid.

While he enjoyed every bit of the pudding, his phone vibrated next to him.

Lucien craned his neck and stared at the notification on the screen.

There was a voice message from Ronan.

Lucien ignored it and continued eating his pudding.

Another came after three minutes.

Then another after two minutes.

Lucien pressed at his phone furiously.

Did no one teach Alpha Ronan the meaning behind the words “I want to be alone”???

The first voice message played.

“Lulu, have you had your dinner? Do you like the rental house?”

And then there was the second message, a lot shorter than the first one.

“Lulu? I miss you so much...”

And then the third one, the longest of them all.

“Lulu, just send me one voice message, alright? I want to hear your voice. This is the first night you are gone. I can’t sleep if I don’t hear your voice...”

Lucien rolled with his eyes.

Then how did you sleep before I moved into your bedroom?

Lucien sighed.

It’s not as if he hated Ronan to the core. He understood very well that they were not a couple back then. Ronan could go and have sex with anyone he wanted without notifying Lucien.

This baby was conceived during the period.

The pup was innocent.

The pup deserved to have a father and a mother.

Ronan and Lillian and the pup made a wonderful family.

Lucien was unable to see himself in this beautiful family picture.

That was not even what bothered him the most.

Lucien was afraid that Ronan would realize what he already realized the moment he saw Lillian in the memorial service.

That Lucien was inferior compared to the prospect of having a Luna and an heir.

That now that Lillian and the baby were there, Lucien was no longer necessary...

The man buried his face into his palms and groaned.

What was he supposed to do?

He could not just linger around shamelessly until Ronan sent him back to Silent Walkers Pack, could he?

Lucien could not take it anymore. Too much to digest for the time being.

Despite his low alcohol tolerance, he drank three glasses of wine just to knock himself out for the night.

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