Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

Before that, he decided to give them both a piece of his mind.

“Listen, you two...”

Before Lucien managed to vent his frustration, his stomach rebelled against him and prompted him to throw up again.

“Mmmph...”

Frowning, Lucien pressed a hand against his lips to stop himself from vomiting on spot.

He then rose to his feet and hurried toward the restroom.

“Lulu!!!”

Annalynne wanted to chase after her brother, but Ronan pushed her back to her seat and went after Lucien.

.....

When Annalynne tried to go after them, Lowell yanked at her wrist and pulled her back to her seat again.

“It’s better to leave them be.”

“I need to talk to Lulu!” Annalynne insisted. “He has to listen to me!”

“Um, talk to him after he comes out of the restroom,” Lowell said after clearing his throat.

“...”

When Lowell was right, he was right.

The two men went into the male restroom. Annalynne did not want to be that crazy lady who campaigned against abortion outside of the restroom.

“Do you want to go and change your dress?” Lowell asked.

“...”

Occupied with the babies and Lucien’s abortion plans, Annalynne had forgotten all about her soiled dress.

“Oh ewwwww. I have hummus and wine all over me! I am going back to our suite to change clothes!” Annalynne shouted before she hasted away, leaving her boyfriend behind.

Being the only one who was left at the table, Lowell decided to make himself useful.

“Waiter? Can we please get the table tidied up...?”

By the time his three dinner companions came back, they could reset the entire dinner.

Meanwhile, inside the male restroom, Lucien finally got the remaining junk food out of his system.

Never again, he promised himself.

If he wanted to binge eat, maybe he should do that with something that was not too oily.

Fruits would be good to binge on. Or vegetables. Why couldn’t he binge on fresh carrots instead?

Lucien cursed his bad decision inside his heart many, many times.

The sink counter was equipped with a shelf full of toiletries at the restaurant guests’ disposal.

Lucien picked a bottle of mouthwash and started gurgling to get rid of the sour, burning sensation in his oral cavity.

Once he was done, he wiped his lips with a moist towelette.

Behind him, his mate rubbed his back patiently from top to bottom.

“Baby, are you feeling better?”

Lucien nodded.

“Mmm.”

Ronan looked at Lucien’s reflection in the mirror. Maybe it was because he just threw up, but his complexion did not look good. Not at all.

“Lulu, I am serious. Let’s be safe and go to St. Clarence, alright?” Ronan coaxed him with soft words. “Milroy can get us a helicopter.”

Lucien pursed his lips from irritation. He whipped his head around and regarded his mate with bewildered looks.

“I don’t want to spend the night going back and forth between Amaranthus Haven and St. Clarence!”

“Just to be safe,” Ronan said. “It won’t take the whole night.”

Six hours tops. A little more than a blink of an eye, for sure.

“Ronan, I am neither pregnant nor poisoned. I really just ate too much this afternoon. Stop pestering me.”

The Alpha chuckled. He ruffled Lucien’s hair and rubbed their noses together.

“I know that you aren’t pregnant. Honestly, I don’t know what drug Annalynne is high on, but I am more than happy to play along.”

“...”

Ronan then gave Lucien a stomach rub. His face glowed from delight, while Lucien’s darkened visibly.

Emboldened by Lucien’s silence, Ronan went on his knees and kissed Lucien’s stomach again and again. Wrapping his hands around Lucien’s waist, he then spoke to his “unborn child”.

“Is the baby being naughty? Naughty, naughty baby. Be nice to your mother, my child.”

“...”

In response, Lucien pulled at Ronan’s cheeks.

“He is as naughty as his father.”

Ronan grinned.

So Lucien wanted a son?

That was also fine by him.

“Then he is my son, alright.”

Ronan rose to his feet and lifted Lucien off the ground at the same time.

“Hey...!!!”

Losing the ground beneath his feet, Lucien scrambled for any kind of support. It was not necessary at all, because Ronan’s grip around his body was firm and strong. He was not going to let his mate fall. Especially not when he was in “a delicate situation”, as Anna put it.

“I love you, my Lulu,” Ronan whispered while pressing butterfly kisses on Lucien’s stomach. “Please give birth safely to our child, alright?”

“...”

“Alright?” Ronan repeated. “If you don’t say yes, I will not put you down.”

Lucien sneered at his mate, his fingernails burying themselves into Ronan’s shoulders like two sets of wolf claws.

“... Let’s see how long you can hold me.”

“Even if I am not holding you, I can still make sure that your feet never touch the ground again.”

There was something about the way Ronan said it that made Lucien believe his every word. Shuddering from his imagination, Lucien flailed in panic.

“Let me go, you perverted, lecherous, lewd Alpha!”

Ronan clicked with his tongue. He adjusted the wriggling man in his arms so that he now lay in Ronan’s arms in a princess carry.

“Ck ck ck ck ck... Lulu, don’t say all of those things in front of our child. What if he learns bad words before he comes to the world?”

“...”

“Let’s just teach him the good things instead. For example, how to kiss.”

To demonstrate it to his “unborn son”, Ronan proceeded to shower Lucien’s face with tiny kisses.

Lucien held his arms up to protect himself from Ronan’s overbearing attack, but it was all to no avail. The Alpha was very resilient. In the end, Lucien just rolled with his eyes and let his mate kiss him as much as he wanted to.

“Stupid Ronan,” Lucien whispered when Ronan finally put him down on the sink counter.

The Alpha did not bother to answer. He was too busy claiming his mate’s lips as his own.