Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

The strong gusts of wind unraveled and dissipated into thin air. The swirling leaves lost their vigor and dropped to the ground one by one. A deafening silence sank around them once again.

The lanterns that hung at the wall and from some branches of the tree swayed lightly back and forth, but the flames within were back in a peaceful state. None of them were extinguished by the wind.

The symbol on the High Seer’s forehead stopped glowing. Her long bangs covered it perfectly, hiding it away from curious eyes. Her eyes assumed its usual bright turquoise color.

“High Seer? Is everything alright?” Ronan asked, breaking the silence.

The leader of the temple did not immediately answer. She stood in a daze for a while before she snapped back into reality. Once she did, she broke into a smile.

“Yes. Alpha Ronan, do take your mate out of the pond.”

“Oh, right.”

Distracted by the mysterious phenomena just now, he almost forgot about Lucien.

.....

The Alpha quickly climbed into the pond, waddled through the icy water, and dragged his mate to the surface.

Once they were out of the pond, Ronan lay Lucien on the grass and wiped at his face with his sleeves.

“Baby? Lulu, can you hear me?”

Ronan tapped at Lucien’s cheek impatiently. There was no answer, but it was expected. Usually, Ronan would be distraught but he could sense that Lucien was no longer at death’s door. Cold as ice and pale as death he might be, but he was breathing. His heart was also beating.

His mate looked like he just fell asleep inside a pool of cold water.

“He is alive!” Ronan announced gleefully. “His breathing is stronger. I mean regular. And his heartbeat... It is also stronger!”

Ronan was out of vocabulary to express how extraordinarily normal Lucien’s condition was.

Lucien made it.

He was going to recover!

A thousand words of gratitude could not perfectly communicate the overflowing emotions in Ronan’s heart. He wanted to weep and laugh at the same time.

“Thank you, High Seer,” Ronan turned to the High Seer finally with Lucien in his arms.

The High Seer stared at him and gave him a cryptic smile.

“Thank the Moon Goddess. I am also very thankful for tonight. Your children are going to achieve great things.”

Ronan was prepared to answer the first sentence, but not the last. The words that he wanted to say all disappeared when he heard the words “your children”.

What children?

“My children? What?” he repeated dumbfoundedly.

He would never sire any children in this life.

“The children of the both of you,” the High Seer corrected Ronan again. “They will achieve great things.”

“...”

Ronan stood there with his mate in his arms, unable to say anything.

She said, the children were his and Lucien’s. Lucien’s and his.

A lot of questions went through his mind, but he could not say them in a straightforward manner.

Not to the High Seer.

It would be extremely impolite.

But just how the hell were he and Lucien supposed to produce said children? They were both males!

Unless...

Unless the Cleansing Pond and the silver knife changed Lucien’s physique and allowed him to give birth to children?

Preposterous.

No.

It could not be.

Ronan’s cheeks reddened from imagining Lucien with a pregnant belly. Well, he was going to be a very good mother, that was for sure.

The High Seer snorted and broke into laughter.

“Oh, children,” she then said while wiping the ends of her eyes. “What imagination they can generate. Though I do not completely rule out the possibility, it is not what you are thinking at all.”

It was then that Ronan realized something else.

“High Seer, you... You can read minds???” he asked with a certain degree of horror.

The High Seer smiled.

“It is a crude expression. Minds are not books that one can open and read. But yes, I can translate the intricate labyrinth of thoughts and put them into words.”

Ronan clammed up right away. He was pretty sure that no one was aware of this particular gift that the High Seer possessed.

Goddess.

What shameful, embarrassing thoughts had she intercepted during the yearly celebration of the Moon Goddess? What about the time when she officiated the weddings of Alphas and Lunas?

There must be a lot of dirty laundries that the werewolf pack leaders unknowingly exposed to the High Seer just by thinking about it.

The High Seer flashed Ronan a charming smile.

“You are not going to tell everyone, are you?”

Ronan shook his head fervently.

“What? Me? No! Of course not!”

“Thank you for keeping it a secret, then.”

Ronan nodded stiffly.

He would not dare to do otherwise.

From within the building, a priest and a priestess emerged. They bowed deeply toward the High Seer who summoned them through Mind Link. She then gave them an instruction, “Alpha Ronan and his Luna are taking their leaves. Please escort them outside of the temple.”

“Yes, High Seer,” they answered in unison before they walked toward Ronan and positioned themselves left and right of the Alpha.

“Alpha Ronan, allow us to be of service.”

Ronan threw one last look at the High Seer.

“Thank you for everything, High Seer,” he said sincerely. No amount of thanks could ever be enough to repay the blessings that they got tonight.

“I am a mere servant of the Moon Goddess,” the High Seer replied smoothly.

“Goodbye, Alpha Ronan. Take good care of your mate. Do not waste this third chance of happiness.”

The High Seer was spot on.

The first time was when they fell in love and started dating at the Alpha Camp.

The second time was when they rekindled their romance after the war.

The third time was after Lucien went through a life-and-death battle against the poison.

Ronan pressed a chaste kiss on Lucien’s forehead.

“I will not,” he said. “I will not repeat the foolish mistakes that I did. I will never doubt Lucien again in my whole life. I will love and cherish him even beyond death.”