302 The Luna Was Furious
Ronan’s heart was pounding hard with excitent. Yesterday night, the fertility center called to inform him that the project had successfully ended. The fertility center was ready to start its operation. As agreed a long ti ago, Ronan as the main investor reserved the right to beco its first custor.
All Ronan wanted to do the mont he heard the good news was finish the day’s work as soon as possible, clear his agenda for two or three days, and take his mate to the fertility center.
He was going to properly explain everything to Lucien, and then get his sperm sample so the fertility center could get to work.
Naturally, only if Lucien consented.
This was Ronan’s greatest worry at the ti.
Thinking back, they talked about having children pretty often.
They often said that it would be so great if Lucien could bear Ronan’s children so that they no longer had to hear about how the venerated bloodline of both the Fangblade and the Silverback family was going to end in Ronan’s generation.
What a great waste that would be, and so on.
This was mainly why impregnating Lucien beca a recurring fetish for the both of them whenever they had sex.
.....
One should note that a fetish was not necessarily a wish.
What would Lucien think about the prospect of having children with Ronan, if that was possible?
Would he be happy?
Would he be reluctant?
Or would he freak out?
After all, two n were not supposed to have biological offspring together. Not in a conventional way, so to say.
Up until two months ago, the thought of having children together was nothing more than a fantasy for Ronan.
Until the High Seer told Ronan about his and Lucien’s children.
From then on, Ronan started to hope.
The hope turned into action.
And then here they were.
The Alpha heaved a long sigh and buried his face inside his palms.
If, if the High Seer’s prediction did not change, then... Then he and Lucien were going to have children.
The fertility center would give birth to them. That was the only other way, unless Lucien magically obtained the ability to get pregnant and birth their children.
The last ti he checked, his mate’s belly was still as flat as always.
Raaaahh...!!!
Ronan went around his office in circles. He completely ignored Jake, who stared at him for the last fifteen minutes with an expressionless face.
“Alpha, why don’t you just go back to the pack house for today?” the very helpful Beta offered.
Ronan’s head snapped in Jake’s direction, his eyes gleaming full of interest.
“Really?” he asked.
“Yes, really,” Jake said with a smile. “You have worked hard these past months. It’s fine to rely on when you really have to be sowhere else.”
Because honestly, a distracted Alpha did not make Jake’s work any easier. In fact, Jake had had to tell Ronan everything at least twice because he went into a daze so often the entire day.
He might as well go back and accompany Lucien.
“Oh, Jake, you are a life savior,” Ronan grabbed his coat from the coat hanger right away.
He was in such a hurry that he left without saying goodbye.
Jake shook his head at the Alpha. He didn’t want to say it out loud to preserve the man’s dignity, but Ronan was putty in Lucien’s hand. Just as Jake was in Cassie’s hand.
Oh, the fate of married n, he lanted. Always controlled by the wives.
As soon as Ronan reached the ground floor, he called Noah to pick him up.
When he ended his call, his phone rang again. It was Milroy, his assistant.
“Yes, Milroy? What is it?” Ronan answered absent-mindedly. He craned his neck left and right to see whether Noah had arrived or not.
“That... Um, reporting to the Alpha, uh...”
Ronan furrowed his brows.
“Speak clearly. What’s wrong?”
Milroy lowered his voice down to a whisper.
“Alpha, the Luna and I are at the airport. We are boarding a flight to the West Coast City in about thirty minutes!”
“...”
“...”
“What the hell???” Ronan snapped in outrage. “Why? How???”
Milroy sounded like he was close to tears.
“I am sorry, Alpha, I can’t help it. The Luna insisted... He didn’t want to give his sample otherwise, I...”
Ronan turned pale within an instant.
“What sample are you talking about???”
“Th.. the package...”
Oh, good Goddess. The fools at the fertility center sent Lucien the sample collection package. And that although Ronan specifically told them that he was taking his mate to West Coast City to visit the fertility center!
Before Milroy finished what he wanted to say, Lucien’s cold voice was heard behind him.
“Milroy, who are you calling?”
Shrieking like a frightened mouse, Milroy ended the call right away.
Ronan leaned against the nearest wall, closed his eyes, and rubbed between his brows. He muttered a curse in low voice.
Great.
Lucien must be confused. No, to be exact, he was furious.
A platinum Maserati pulled in front of the Silverback Corporation’s head office and Ronan climbed right in.
“To the airport,” he told Noah while he dialed Lucien’s phone number.
The Alpha bumped the back of his head against the head rest several tis while waiting for his mate to pick up his call.
Co on, Lulu, answer...
Please...
The phone rang for a long ti before Lucien deigned to answer.
“What?” he snapped at his mate.
“Baby, I can explain,” Ronan hastily said.
“I don’t need any explanation,” Lucien interjected him.
“Baby, are you angry?”
Lucien scoffed.
“Am I not allowed to???”
Ronan was at the end of his wits. Who would know that Lucien would get so angry over the prospect of having children with him?
It broke the Alpha’s heart, but he tried his best to understand. Lucien must have his own reasons. Maybe Ronan offended him sohow.
“You are,” Ronan said helplessly. “If you don’t want to have children with , you don’t have to. Lulu, I...”
Unexpectedly, his words made Lucien even angrier.
“Ronan Silverback, you are the worst!”
“...”
And then the call ended.
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