Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

78 The Fang And Blade Sigil

“Lucien...?”

“Hey, Lulu!”

Lucien opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the brown color of earth.

“...”

“Lulu!”

The second thing he saw was his twin sister, pale from fright.

Annalynne dragged her elder brother up to a sitting position and wiped the dirt off his body.

“Mom and I are so worried. How did you end up passing out in the garden?”

Lucien rubbed at his eyes. “I did not pass out. I fell asleep.”

.....

“Oh fine. Fell asleep it is. But then you really should not be sleeping outside. Mom wants you to breathe some fresh air and not sleep.”

“I do breathe while I sleep, Anna.”

Annalynne pursed her lips. “You know what I meant!”

Of course he did, but he could not help it. Something slid off his body when he stood up. Lucien’s eyes were drawn to a heap of white garment that lay on the ground. He picked it up and observed it.

The white shawl was made of very soft cashmere material, and it bore a sigil in the middle part. A wolf fang crossing against a sword blade. A golden ribbon wrapped itself around the fang and the blade, binding them together.

Annalynne mumbled an “Oh” when she too was looking at the shawl with great interest.

Lucien’s fingers rubbed against the sigil.

Not all werewolf families had sigils, although they were more than free to make one. Sigils were more relevant to the ancient werewolf families that existed over centuries.

Such as the Silverback family’s sigil that depicted a silver wolf howling at the moon.

Or the Youngshaper family’s sigil that depicted a black wolf looming behind a child.

“I wonder whose family sigil this is,” Lucien murmured.

“I also don’t know. But the person is nice enough to lend you his shawl!”

“Yes, I guess so.”

Since they were unable to find out the owner of the shawl, the two siblings decided to just go back to Lucien’s ward.

Alice was speaking to the doctor when Lucien and Annalynne arrived.

“Oh, thank the Goddess!” Alice was full of gratitude. She rushed toward Lucien and patted him all over as if trying to make sure that he was not broken somewhere.

“Lulu, are you alright?? Where did you go?? It has been three hours!”

“I fell asleep. Sorry, Mom.”

Lucien’s eyes drifted toward the doctor who was smiling at them.

“How are you feeling, Mr. Clearwater?”

Alice dragged Lucien to sit on the bed so that the doctor could examine him.

“I am feeling fine. I believe I am mostly recovered.”

The doctor flipped through Lucien’s medical file and hummed in agreement.

“No more fever for two days. Has the wolf been acting up? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

Lucien shook his head.

After struggling to keep Landon at bay for weeks, he finally did it. Landon was no longer able to take over his body and do as he pleased.

“Very good.” The doctor closed the file dramatically. “Let’s wait for one more day. If everything is fine, you can be discharged in two days. Until then, please continue taking your supplements and rest as much as possible.”

“Of course, Doctor,” Alice answered with determination.

The same determination compelled her to get Lucien to take a bath after taking a nap outside and then bundle up for the night.

After making sure that Lucien finished his dinner, Alice tucked him into the bed and left with Annalynne.

Feeling so tired for no reason, Lucien dozed off again. He startled himself awake a few hours later when Ronan entered his ward.

“Sorry,” the latter whispered. “Did I wake you up?”

“No, I slept a lot today,” came Lucien’s answer. “The doctor said that I can be discharged two days from now.”

Ronan raised an eyebrow in doubt. He reached out to feel Lucien’s forehead. The latter did look a lot better already. He did not have a fever anymore. And yet Ronan’s face became gloomy.

The Alpha did not dare to say it out loud, but he had been enjoying their time alone night after night in the hospital.

All he had ever wanted was to lock Lucien somewhere safe, allowing only his closest family member in and no one else other than him.

Unfortunately, he could not. Not that Lucien would willingly enter into solitary confinement.

“What is it? You don’t look too happy,” Lucien furrowed his brows at Ronan.

Ronan quickly moved away from Lucien, worried that he would somehow smell the heinous thoughts in his depraved mind.

“I am. Work has been tough these days.”

“Oh.”

Lucien believed Ronan because Ronan had not been able to come early these days. Yesterday he did not come at all.

Ronan emptied the vase and refilled it again before he put the fresh flowers in.

When he put the vase back on the table, he saw a neatly folded piece of clothing by the couch.

His gut feelings told him that he saw it before, but where? It was not something that Lucien would wear.

“Do you know who it belongs to?” Lucien asked. “Open it, there is a sigil in the middle of the shawl.”

Ah.

Ronan knew who it belonged to right away without looking at the inner side of the shawl.

“How does this shawl come to your possession?”

“It doesn’t. Someone put it around me when I fell asleep in the garden this afternoon.”

“...”

If Ronan was not more interested in the encounter between Lucien and the shawl owner, he would chastise Lucien about sleeping outside.

“So, who does it belong to?”

Lucien’s thoughts immediately flew to the lady with astonishing similarities to Ronan. He held back from saying the words “Your mother?” because why would Ronan’s mother be staying in the hospital?

The lady did not look like she was there just for a short visit.

Ronan eyed the fang and blade sigil inside the shawl before he meticulously folded it together again.

“It is my mother’s.”

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