253 The Alpha Was Mourning

It felt like one of the nights where they lay together, limbs entangled and in love.

Only that this time, they were inside a hospital ward and Lucien was dying.

After the Alpha and his mate told each other the remaining secrets, Ronan secretly harbored some hope.

He hoped that by the grace of the Moon Goddess, Lucien would suddenly start to recover.

After all, they were fated mates.

They already became one.

They already marked each other.

Surely that meant something, so Ronan thought.

Were fated mates not supposed to be very happy together?

.....

They were. Ronan remembered it distinctly. That was what the elders told him.

Fated mates were couples that were personally blessed and brought together by the Moon Goddess herself.

Therefore, Ronan felt entitled to demand a miracle. He did not even ask for much. All that he wanted was for Lucien to be alive and healthy.

If the Moon Goddess was willing to save Lucien this one time, Ronan was willing to do anything.

Anything.

Anything just so that his beautiful mate could live on.

Unfortunately, the Moon Goddess did not work that way. She also did not intend to make an exception.

Ronan Silverback had to learn this the hard way the following morning.

No matter how many times Ronan called for his mate, the latter refused to open his eyes and answer him.

The agitated Alpha roared for the hospital staff to come and attend to Lucien.

They tried to rouse the man on the bed, but all their efforts proved futile.

“I am sorry, Alpha,” the doctor said with a trembling voice. “We have done our best.”

“The best?”

Ronan took Lucien into his arms and then raised his darkened face to look at the terrified doctor.

“Is this what you call the best?”

“Ah... Umm...”

Under the sharp gaze of the Alpha, the doctor was unable to say anything. Not that he had anything useful to tell Ronan.

Truth be told, the deterioration of Lucien’s condition did not surprise him at all.

He already told Ronan the previous day that Lucien’s body was failing. Lucien’s loss of consciousness was merely the last stage before death came to claim him and take him back to the Moon Goddess.

What else could the doctor say?

Tears welled in Ronan’s eyes.

“Leave,” he hissed.

The doctor nodded his head many times before he escaped from the ward.

Holding onto his mate’s body, the Alpha felt numb all over. He barely registered anything other than Lucien’s shallow breath against his neck, his weak heartbeat against his chest, and his pale face.

In his deep sleep, despite his sickly complexion, Lucien was beautiful as Ronan remembered.

The dying man radiated a peaceful aura. His lips were even slightly pulled into a smile.

Ronan lowered his head and kissed Lucien’s warm lips.

‘My love, how are you feeling?’ he asked while caressing Lucien’s pale cheek.

‘...’

‘Are you feeling any pain?’

‘...’

‘You no longer throw up, and you also no longer feel dizzy. Are you... Are you comfortable?’

‘...’

When he heard no answer, Ronan broke into a series of choked sobs.

Of course Lucien wouldn’t answer.

Lucien already went to a far, far away place where Ronan’s voice could not reach him.

“AAARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The Alpha wailed in distress. His broken voice echoed along the corridor outside of the ward.

In his life, there were only two people who he ever cared for.

The first one was his beloved mother. The woman who gave birth to and raised him. The second one was Lucien, his fated mate. His one and only, the only person he had ever loved. The only person who stood by him in his darkest moments. His mate. His Luna.

He failed to protect both of them. They both had to die because Ronan was not smart enough, not careful enough, and not capable enough.

“Lulu, wake up,” Ronan begged.

“Lulu, please. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me, alright? You promised that you would marry me. You wouldn’t break your promise, right?”

“Lulu, talk to me... Please...”

Ronan gently shook Lucien’s body but he still received no answer. Lifeless, Lucien lay like a doll in Ronan’s arms.

Trembling from grief, Ronan called for his wolf.

‘B...’

‘...’

Usually, whenever Ronan made a mistake or otherwise messed up, Beowulf would start scolding him. This time, the wolf was unusually quiet.

‘B, say something,’ Ronan urged.

The wolf sighed.

‘Ronan, what do you want me to say?’

He too was mourning. He too felt pain.

‘Anything,’ came the hollow answer.

‘Scold me. Tell me that I am stupid. That it is all my fault.’

Beowulf heaved another sigh. Bashing Ronan verbally was not going to bring Lucien and Landon back, so what was the use? The wolf let out a long, sorrowful howl before he shut off his consciousness. He was unable to comfort Ronan. Not when he himself needed time to mourn for Landon.

Death came for everyone without fail. Some people were unlucky and had to leave too early. Some people got to live until old age and then succumbed to the sweet embrace of death willingly.

Nevertheless, it had never been easy for those who were left behind.

St. Clarence hospital was used to dealing with mourning family members. Just like human beings, werewolves too had difficulties processing the loss of a beloved person.

The difference was that human beings were physically restricted whenever they allowed their sorrow to take over their consciousness, and werewolves were not.

Devoid of common sense, they were capable of doing anything.

Especially the alpha werewolves.

After suffering from a lot of material losses due to several incidents, the St. Clarence hospital thus implemented a new policy.

The grieving werewolves should just be left alone to mourn their loved ones, unless they were actively destroying the hospital.

The problem lay with those who, in their ignorance, refused to cooperate.

Such as, for example, Beta Jake from Infinite Eclipse Pack who came over as soon as he found out where Ronan and Lucien were.

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