Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

269 You Knew But You Didn’t Tell Me

Ten minutes later, Dane Silverback arrived with another group of warriors from the Werewolf Council.

The sight of twenty-something men marching into the airport halls was eye-catching enough, but what made them so memorable were the printed T-shirts and jeans that they wore so proudly. The flip-flops that peeked from under their jeans contributed further to the deterioration of their image.

Mr. Dane Silverback, who led the group, wore one with a huge cartoon image on the front side. It depicted a duck with a suit and sunglasses. It was smoking some rolled-up weed with a look full of satisfaction.

Those who saw them could not help giggling. Meanwhile, the poor men tried their best to keep straight faces.

“I don’t know which is worse,” Lucrethia quipped as her captors drew nearer. “Being dragged away by men who wear such ridiculous clothes or continuing to chat with you, Alpha Ronan.”

Ronan sneered.

“Happy to serve, Madam.”

Lucrethia turned to give one last toxic look at Ronan before she was shackled and taken away.

“This is not over, young man.”

.....

Leaning against the wall, Ronan cut her a haughty smile. “I sure hope not.”

After the men left with Lucrethia in tow, Dane Silverback approached his son.

“Good job,” he praised.

“You too, Dad,” Ronan said in return.

Dane’s eyes wandered around the dark circles around Ronan’s eyes that made him look like a reversed panda.

“You look awful. Go back and rest.”

“...”

Dane Silverback never handed out praise without following up with insult. It was a die-hard habit.

Ronan rubbed at the aching spot between his brows.

He barely slept during the past few days. The emotional rollercoaster with Lucien’s close call with death and the plotting against Lucrethia Woodland exhausted him both physically and mentally.

Capturing Elijah and placing Lucrethia under arrest were two big moves in his plan to get justice for his mother and Lucien, but he could not rest yet.

Not until Lucrethia Woodland rotted behind bars.

Not until Lucien was back in his arms.

“What is going to happen next?” he asked his father, ignoring his advice completely.

Dane heaved a sigh. He gave his obstinate son an exasperated look.

“We need Elijah’s confession before the trial. The trial is scheduled in three days.”

Ronan scoffed. He staggered away from the wall and muttered, “I am going to beat the truth out of that bastard.”

Dane grabbed Ronan’s shoulder from behind and squeezed it.

“You are tired, and you are irritable. You neither are in a state to force a confession out of the defendant, nor have the right to. Leave it to me.”

Dane Silverback as part of the Werewolf Council certainly could do that, as opposed to Ronan.

Ronan looked up at his father.

He still hated Dane for what the latter did to his mother, but Dane had done a lot to help him and Lucien.

Should he say something to try to mend the bridge between the father and son?

“...”

“...”

Lacking ideas for better things to say, Ronan looked his father up and down instead and commented, “You look hideous.”

“...”

Ronan naturally referred to the T-shirt and jeans that did not suit Dane at all. He looked like an old man who tried too hard to fit in with the youngsters.

The elder man looked down at himself.

“If I had better options, I would have gotten myself a fine three-piece suit and a pair of leather shoes.”

“Where did you leave your clothes, anyway?”

“Pine Groove City? We ran all the way here, you know. I did not want Lucrethia Woodland to beat you up in a fistfight.”

“... I am not that weak.”

That was what he said, but Ronan knew there was some truth to it. In his current state, it might only take a hard kick in his stomach and a few punches across his face to make him sleep for a few hours.

“Go home,” Dane repeated.

Ronan nodded stiffly.

“Fine.”

Outside of the airport, Noah was waiting for his Alpha. Ronan looked like he could topple sideways anytime soon, but there was no mistaking the victorious smile on his face.

In his imagination, Noah punched into the air and shouted excitedly like a lunatic.

“Noah, back to the pack house.”

“Yes, Alpha!!!”

The ride back to the Infinite Eclipse pack house took almost four hours, but it felt like a blink of an eye.

Ronan literally passed out from fatigue as soon as he hit the fluffy seat. He only opened his eyes when they arrived at the pack house, with Noah calling after him repeatedly.

“Alpha? Alpha, we are here.”

Ronan rubbed at his eyes.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Lillian Woodland rushing toward him.

“You acted on your own,” she chastised him. “You were supposed to tell me! We are partners!”

Ronan shut the car door and then calmly turned his head to look at Lillian.

“Our so-called partnership ended when your grandmother attacked Lucien. Was that not clear to you?”

Ronan walked past a dazed Lillian. She then turned around and grabbed Ronan’s sleeves.

“Every poison has an antidote! You were overreacting!”

If Ronan was not that tired, his temper might just get a hold of his body.

“Overreacting?” he repeated in disbelief. “Lulu almost died!”

Lillian clutched her dress and pursed her lips.

“You said that he was being treated at the Holy Temple. You said that all you needed to do was a ceremony to pray for his recovery...”

Ronan tossed out a burst of booming laughter.

“Seriously? It was nothing but a trap. I knew that your grandmother would be impatient enough to end Lucien once and for all.”

The Alpha sneered. “I was right.”

Lillian stomped on the ground angrily. “It is too rushed! I told you that we should wait until the baby is born!”

She wanted to say more, but Ronan threw her a gaze that was so cold that her blood froze in her veins.

“Do you know what the most horrible thing is?”

“... No?”

“The fact that you know she poisoned Lucien, but you did not bother to tell me about it.”