Lucien was not sure what made him angrier: the fact that he was hurt by the mere existence of Lillian Woodland or that despite all his speech about being a good Alpha, marrying a Luna, and siring pups, he secretly harbored the wish to have Ronan all for himself.
Why was he so weak?
How could he even give Ronan the tiniest glimmer of hope? Where did his self-restraint go? Did Landon swallow all of it when he came back to Lucien?
"I have to go," the man pressed a hand against his forehead.
The lady in front of him looked half confused and half terrified. "Is something wrong? You look so pale..."
"I am fine, Lady Fangblade, thank you. Excuse me."
Lucien turned to go. It was best to not talk to Ronan's mother further. He did not want to let the seed of hope grow in his heart. There would and must never be anything between him and Ronan, and that was final.
