Chapter 35

35 A Midnight Guest

A giant black wolf ran among the trees of the nearby forest under the moonlight that night. He climbed up a steep cliff and howled to his heart’s content at the shining moon above his head.

Ronan smirked in his heart.

‘Happy now?’ he nudged Beowulf.

‘Happier’, Beowulf pointed out. ‘It took you too long a time to convince Lucien. Look at how great you two were!’

Ronan scoffed. ‘Great? He only agreed to have sex with me because he was having his rut as well. Have you not seen the way he kicked me when I mounted him just now?’

Beowulf was clearly in denial. ‘He is just shy! And probably sore from the first round. You should be more sensible.’

‘... B, he is not a woman. I have had virgins who were more than happy to let me in the second time.’

‘I don’t want to talk about your whores. Let’s talk about Lucien instead.’

Ronan rolled with his eyes. Beowulf had even started to refer to the women he slept with as “whores”.

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‘I wonder how our ruts fell in sync again. We already severed our fated mate connection years ago and we stopped sleeping with each other after that first time.

Technically we should not share the same rutting period. Or is that all just a coincidence?’

‘There is no coincidence. This is the will of the Moon Goddess. We have to get back together with Lucien and Landon.’

‘Ah, it turns out that you still remember Landon.’

Beowulf growled in displeasure. ‘Of course I do. For as long as we are unable to win back Lucien’s heart, Landon will never come back.’

After running around for a few more hours to cool himself off, Ronan felt a lot more refreshed. He decided to go back to his private suite at Carlton Bay Hotel.

Owing to the many werewolves that frequented the hotel especially but not exclusively the ones from the Infinite Eclipse Pack, the hotel had a special emergency check-in counter for werewolves only.

Other than the nervous receptionist who was fidgeting in her seat behind the counter, there was only one other woman who was sitting with a long beautiful leg crossed over the other.

Lillian Woodland’s long blonde hair fell down her back like a cascade of molten gold, beautiful against the red velvet sofa that she sat on. She had a classy short-sleeved black-and-white top coupled with a classic tight-fit skirt and a pair of high-end, very rare collection of black boots that were the price of a luxury car. She looked a lot like an heiress who was waiting for her latest boyfriend to come and pick her up.

The notion about her being an heiress might not be too far from the truth, but the one who showed up at the automatic swing door was less a boyfriend more a giant black wolf who narrowed his eyes at her as soon as he caught sight of her.

Lillian Woodland rose from her seat with a sweet smile.

“I thought I had to wait until morning. It is good to see the Alpha back so early.”

Ronan growled in amusement.

Other werewolves had to climb up a steep path to go to their rooms and have their rooms opened by the receptionist, but Ronan had a special elevator built for him that led directly into his VIP suite. Lillian conveniently waited in the lavish living room while Ronan went inside the bathroom to take a shower.

He could not help but smile when he rubbed traces of Lucien’s dried cum off his torso. He could still feel Lucien’s heat engulfing his penis, the warmth of his slender body inside his arms. Ronan had the plan to revel in the beautiful memories a little more, privately. That plan was off the table now that Lillian Woodland was there.

Although Lillian was only one of the many Alpha’s daughters that Dane Silverback pushed into Ronan’s arms, she came from the renowned Ironclad Claws Pack that was established for hundreds of years. That alone resulted in her status being higher than the average Alpha’s daughters. Not to mention that not many of Alpha’s daughters were blessed with both excellent family background, beauty, and wits at the same time.

There was a saying that strong alpha women produced strong alpha sons.

Lillian Woodland had no less than a long line of suitors, even a longer line of admirers who did not even have the privilege to kiss the heels of her boots. The fact that she was waiting for Ronan to come back late at night in a hotel room was something to die for.

Most Alpha’s sons who had the least bit of gratitude would most likely go to the closest diamond shop and buy Ms. Woodland at least a diamond necklace to soothe her mood. If that was not enough, other gifts would follow. Anything just so that she would not lose interest.

And there she was, her arms draped so sweetly on a loveseat, her legs were shyly tucked together to one side, the very picture of dignity but full of female charm. Although she looked vulnerable and enchanting, her pair of brown eyes were nothing but limpid pools of desire that threatened to drown anyone who dared to come close.

And yet the lady was the one who had to hold her breath when Ronan showed up wearing nothing but a bathrobe that was too small to cover his broad upper body, resulting in a wide expanse of toned, muscular chest.

Drops of water as clear as crystal fell from Ronan’s wet hair on said chest and ran down the tight lines and disappeared behind the bathrobe. The pair of sturdy legs looked like they could break through anything with one kick.

Ronan gave Lillian a sweet, indulgent smile as he leaned against the archway like the king of the night.

“I am sorry for appearing before Ms. Woodland this way, but I don’t usually sleep with any clothes on at night.”