Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

Chapter 13: A Fight Between Alphas

Kinnon blocked Ronan’s fist and pushed him to the ground instead. Ronan grabbed the back of Kinnon’s neck and pulled him down together. The two Alphas finished their transformation before they even hit the ground.

“STOP IT!” Lucien screamed. He looked around frantically. Curiosity over the loud noises invited the first neighbors to come out of their houses. Alphas transformed into giant wolves!

There was no way people would think that it was just a fight between two street dogs. Lucien gritted his teeth. Out of option, he pushed open the door to his house as wide as possible and encouraged the two wolves to continue their fight inside his house.

As Ronan and Kinnon snapped, bit, and clawed each other, they also jumped around and knocked down everything that was of value within the living room, no matter how small.

There went the paintings that his students gave him for his birthday.

And the antique vase that he chanced upon in a flea market.

They even bumped off the television and left long scratch marks over the table and sofas. Lucien cast an icy look at the dissected sofa. The sponge underneath had been torn along with the fabric.

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Lucien never thought that he would one day witness the destruction of his living room in this manner.

Lucien went into the bathroom and connected a rubber hose to the water tap before turning it on. He then came out and sprayed cold water all over the two wolves that were wrestling with each other for domination.

Startled, the two wolves immediately transformed back into two very naked men. Ronan and Kinnon wrinkled their faces in disgust and distanced themselves from each other right away.

“Sober now?” Lucien asked, his voice was trembling from anger. “Do the so-called Alphas still have the sense to protect the secrecy of the werewolf community? Or must I invite the whole neighborhood to watch your magnificent display of prowess???”

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Neither Ronan nor Kinnon answered Lucien. They merely scowled at each other and licked the blood off their wounds. There was an ugly gash on Ronan’s cheek and a bite wound at Kinnon’s neck. Lucien grabbed two towels and threw one at each of them.

“Dry your honorable selves,” he said sarcastically.

When Lucien opened the door again to fetch the scattered clothes on his lawn, the neighbors were staring at him. There was slight judgment mixed with curiosity in their eyes. Lucien did not know what to say. He took the clothes inside and tossed them at the two Alphas who were still glaring at each other.

They all averted their eyes when they got dressed in silence. The atmosphere inside the house was heavy with pheromones and bloodlust. Lucien had to open the windows to let fresh air inside, not without closing the curtain.

Ronan tugged at his collar to loosen it. “What is the meaning of this, Lucien? Why do you let ‘that thing’ hug you?”

Kinnon laughed. “‘That thing’, eh? So much for brothers who grew up together since childhood.”

Ronan flashed Kinnon a hate-filled glare. “My brothers will not go behind my back and touch my fated mate like that.”

Kinnon chuckled. He straightened his suit and smiled at Ronan. “Ronan, aren’t you too much? You have already rejected Lucien. You have no right to lay claim on him. Lucien is available for everyone else but you. Aren’t you, Lucien?”

Lucien threw a tattered pillow at Kinnon’s face as an answer. “I am not a toy for you two Alphas to fight over. Get the fuck out of my house, NOW!”

Ronan strode toward Lucien and grabbed his right upper arm. “I need to talk to you. Privately,” he added, casting a side glance at Kinnon. He hoped that Kinnon could read between the lines and scram, but the latter did not show signs of leaving. He eyed the hand that Ronan put on Lucien’s arm with a burning glare. The way Kinnon looked at them made Ronan’s hair bristle.

“Will Alpha Kinnon Youngshaper please grant us some privacy?” Ronan asked through gritted teeth.

Lucien sighed. “Kinnon, please.”

Kinnon licked at the bloody wound on the back of his hand and walked toward Lucien. He extended a hand and smeared some of his blood on Lucien’s chin.

Kinnon actually dared to mark Lucien as his possession! Ronan wanted to rip the man into shreds. When Kinnon reached the door, he turned around one last time with his hand on the door handle. “Come back with me today. No need to travel on your own.”

Ronan glared at him. Kinnon’s words made the blood inside Ronan’s veins boil. The werewolf spoke as if there was indeed something between him and Lucien. But it was Lucien’s “Okay” that almost made Ronan’s heart stop.

The door shut, leaving Ronan alone with Lucien. The latter turned his face to look at Ronan. The calm eyes met with fiery ones. Ronan put more pressure on Lucien’s right arm and made him wince from pain. “You are pressing right into my wound,” Lucien hissed. “Release me, now.”

Ronan loosened his grip but he did not think about releasing Lucien.

“What is between you and Kinnon Youngshaper?”

“It does not concern you,” Lucien answered as a matter of factly. “Ronan, there is nothing between us.”

It was over seven years ago.

Pain flashed across Ronan’s reddened eyes. “You forced me,” he reminded the man in front of him. “You forced me to reject you. Is it because you want to stay with him???”

Lucien glared at Ronan. “You. Are. A. Fool,” he spoke slowly, emphasizing every word as if Ronan were too stupid to understand. “Besides...”

Lucien shoved at Ronan’s chest hard. The latter had to retreat a few steps backward.

“Why are you acting like you keep yourself pure during these seven years? Didn’t you say it yourself? You dragged countless men and women into your bed. Was it not pleasurable? Why can I not do the same?”

A primal growl escaped Ronan’s throat. He grabbed Lucien’s wrists with both hands and pinned him to a nearby wall. “Is that what you want? Do you want to sleep with Kinnon Youngshaper???”

Lucien gritted his teeth but said nothing. His silence was a confirmation. Ronan’s burning eyes wandered to the bloodstain on Lucien’s chin. He could not take it anymore.

He rummaged in his pocket to find anything to wipe the blood away. There was something silky in his pocket and he took it out hastily.

It was unfortunately not a handkerchief. It was a woman’s underwear. The silk piece unfurled itself in Ronan’s hand before the latter could stop it. Lillian Woodland’s sweet scent still stuck to it. Lucien’s icy stare moved from the underwear to Ronan’s face.

“Aha.”