Chapter 117

117 Lucien’s Interesting Fall

Looking back, both Lucien and Ronan agreed that it was not a good idea at all to expose one’s weak point to a beast. The carnal desire that clouded Ronan’s mind somehow morphed into bloodlust when Ronan cast a look on Lucien’s naked nape.

He bit hard into Lucien’s flesh.

Too hard.

“...!!!”

Lucien did not even get to scream. He thought that he was going to die for sure.

And Ronan thought he just killed Lucien in a crazy fit. He could not even blame his wolf for the act.

“Oh Goddess, Lulu...!!!”

His knees weak from the sudden loss of blood, Lucien dropped to his knees and fell to the floor with a thud.

There was blood everywhere. His blood.

.....

Lucien’s eyes were unfocused as he lay on the floor and stared at Ronan’s shoes.

A few seconds later, Ronan shook his shoulders in a fit of panic.

“Lulu, where is your first aid kit?”

“Lulu! Lulu, answer me!!!”

“...”

Lucien thought that he must be the only assault victim who had to additionally point out where to get help. He raised his hand weakly, his finger pointing at the bathroom.

“Bathroom. Mirror.”

That was all he managed to say before he passed out.

When Lucien opened his eyes again, the night had already passed and the morning sunlight had already broken through the horizon. He was lying on his stomach across Ronan’s lap while the sleeping Alpha leaned against a stack of pillows to maintain his sitting position.

Lucien hissed from the stinging pain on his neck when he tried to move. He raised his hand and ended up rubbing his fingers against the layer of bandages around his neck. Additionally, there was thick padding on top of his nape.

Good that it happened after Landon came back. Thanks to his healing ability, Lucien’s wound healed rapidly. At the very least, the bleeding already stopped.

Ronan was startled awake by Lucien’s movement.

“Lulu, don’t move around too much,” Ronan grabbed Lucien’s arms and pushed him back onto the bed.

“How are you feeling?”

How was he feeling?

What kind of dumb question was that?

Lucien wanted to claw at Ronan’s face.

“You brute,” he scolded the Alpha without hesitation. “When you said you wanted to bite me, did you mean to kill me?”

“Of course not!” Ronan quickly said.

“Because if that were your plan, I would rather have a fight out in the open instead of offering you my neck in your bedroom.”

Ronan massaged his aching temples.

“Lulu, shut up,” he begged. “It was an accident, alright? I am sorry.”

Lucien scowled. He clawed hard into Ronan’s thigh and propped himself up that way.

“You are not going to bite me again,” Lucien narrowed his eyes at Ronan. “Not until you learn the differences between a mate and food.”

Mate.

Ronan’s guilt was quickly washed away by the single word. He tackled Lucien into bed and showered him with kisses all over his face.

“Ronan!” Lucien shouted. “Get away from me, you mad wolf...!”

“I am so sorry, my Lulu. My love. My mate,” Ronan rambled between kisses. Lucien groaned. He pushed at Ronan but the latter was like a giant dog that loomed over its poor owner. Lucien could not break free at all.

After cuddling for an hour or so, Lucien finally managed to remind Ronan that they were preparing for war. It was the first day of cross-pack training, and Lucien could not wait to start.

Although Lucien wore a turtleneck sweater to hide his injury, the bandages still peeked out of the collar treacherously and drew everyone’s attention during the morning meeting.

“Your neck,” Beta Desmond stared at Lucien’s neck. “What happened to you?”

“I fell,” Lucien lied.

Desmond gave him a look. “Really. What an interesting fall.”

Lucien ignored his remark altogether. “Did you get acquainted with the packs under your lead?”

Desmond shrugged. “I met the lead warriors. I have yet to meet the warriors. Will do so once we begin with today’s training.”

When Acatha, Annalynne, and Kendra came to the meeting spot, their eyes too were drawn to Lucien’s neck instantly.

“What’s wrong with your neck?” Kendra asked with a frown. If she did not misremember, Lucien’s neck was still intact the previous night.

Desmond answered on Lucien’s behalf, “He fell.”

Annalynne stared at her brother.

“What?” Lucien snapped. He did not want to be the center of attention. Maybe he should have worn a scarf to further hide the bandages.

“Nothing,” Annalynne retorted in a haste.

The meeting proceeded without a hitch. All group leaders then left to take care of their group training.

Lucien had wanted to put the warriors from Infinite Eclipse Pack under Annalynne’s charge because Annalynne had the second least experience with wars in general after Lucien.

Lucien was worried that Annalynne would get overwhelmed. If that were the case, Ronan would be a great help.

Unfortunately, Ronan disagreed. The focus of the war would be Lucien, so he argued, so naturally, Lucien should have the strongest pack around to protect him.

Despite much persuasion, this point remained non-negotiable for Ronan.

Eventually, Lucien gave in. In turn, he allocated the weaker packs under his lead to balance the power distribution among the five groups.

After the meeting ended, Lucien went over to the training spot that was reserved for his group. Ronan and Jake were already there. They were chatting in a low voice.

In front of them, the lead warriors and the other alpha warriors already transformed into their wolf form.

Jake had arranged to split them into four teams of equal strength to do war simulations.

Each team had an “Alpha”, a wolf who had a colored scarf around its neck, that served as the target. When an “Alpha” lost his scarf, his respective team automatically lost the war.

This was the training plan that Lucien and Acatha finalized the day before.

Lucien took off his shoes and walked across the field. He also wanted to join the war simulation. When Ronan saw him, though, he stopped Lucien right away.