Chapter 162

162 Kinnon’s New Proposal

Lucien knew that he should trust the two Alphas who should be mature enough to lead a conversation without exchanging fists. On the other side, these two Alphas only recently engaged in a mortal one-on-one fight.

After accompanying Ralph for thirty minutes, Lucien thus handed Ralph over to Bjorn and the nanny before he rushed back to the audience hall.

The man was more than delighted to find that the two Alphas still maintained the same distance between them.

They were even chatting amicably with each other.

At least that was what it looked like until Lucien drew closer.

“I have not even talked about that time when you stole my client in the Middle East,” Ronan grumbled.

“If you are going to hold a grudge over every defeat, you are not going to keep your current clients either,” Kinnon quipped.

“How can I not? Your offer was a cent below mine!”

Kinnon laughed.

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“That is called market intelligence.”

“Bordering on espionage.”

“You complain a lot about the loss on your side, Ronan Silverback. Why don’t we talk about that one time when you sank my ship near Spain?” Kinnon furrowed his brows at Ronan. “Do you know the amount of loss that you incurred?”

Ronan pursed his lips. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” he denied with a flat tone.

“Of course. It was just such a coincidence that you had exactly the same amount of the same product ready to offer from your side,” Kinnon sneered.

Ronan took a sip from his cup of tea and looked away from Kinnon.

“It was a stroke of luck,” he commented.

Kinnon scoffed. “Aren’t you one lucky bastard?”

Lucien cleared his throat and took a seat next to Ronan.

“Is everything alright, Alphas?”

“Of course,” Kinnon muttered while giving Ronan a stink eye.

“Couldn’t be better,” Ronan replied with a glare.

Lucien poured himself a cup of tea.

“So, can we talk about how to settle the first war’s aftermath?”

“Certainly.”

“What do you have in mind, Kinnon?”

Ronan tried to sneak an arm around Lucien’s waist, but his hand was slapped away by the latter.

‘Stop it,’ Lucien hissed using Mind Link.

‘Stingy.’

The exchange did not escape Kinnon’s eyes. He pinned Ronan with a glare before he shifted his gaze back to Lucien.

“I want you to continue helping me raise my son.”

Ronan almost choked on his spit.

Lucien was stunned.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me correctly. I want you to be there for Ralph whenever he needs you.”

Ronan rose to his feet, his face almost blue from anger. “What do you mean, ‘whenever’?”

“From now on until death do them part,” Kinnon answered.

Ronan was about to go out of his mind.

“How can you demand such a thing??? Your son is your responsibility!”

“I never said otherwise,” Kinnon replied calmly with a wicked smile.

“Lucien is to be my Luna! How on earth do you think such an arrangement should work???”

Kinnon too rose to his feet.

“If you remember, he was supposed to be my Luna first before you came and messed everything up.”

“Again, Alpha Kinnon, it is not my fault that you fail to charm Landon.”

“I did not even have the time to charm him, did I? In any case, Ralph is emotionally very attached to Lucien. Fine with me if he can no longer be my Luna but what about Ralph?”

“Enough!!!” Lucien shouted to end the petty argument.

He pulled at Ronan’s arm while facing Kinnon. “Alpha Kinnon, can you excuse us for a moment?”

“Sure, take your time,” Kinnon nodded.

Lucien dragged Ronan out of the audience hall. They exited the pack house and headed toward the training ground.

“Lulu!”

Ronan yanked Lucien’s hand impatiently.

“Don’t tell me that you are seriously considering Kinnon’s ridiculous proposal!”

Lucien heaved a sigh. He turned around and cupped Ronan’s face with both hands.

“I am, but not for the reasons that you think.”

“What other reasons can they be?”

“Ronan, think about it. Your pack and Kinnon’s pack have been competing against each other for ages. Isn’t it time to end the strife?”

Ronan sighed.

“Lulu, the grudge between the two packs runs deep. Even if I want to end it, I can’t.”

“You can start making the change starting from your generation,” Lucien insisted.

“And how?”

“By fostering a good relationship with the next heir of the Night Prowler Pack.”

Ronan slumped against Lucien and groaned.

What Lucien said made sense, but Ronan was still unwilling.

“I don’t want you to play his ‘Mommy’ for all eternity,” he mumbled against Lucien’s shoulder. “It’s as if I am sharing you with Kinnon. I don’t want to. I want it to be just the two of us.”

Lucien patted the big Alpha who was hanging onto him like a big wolf-dog that was asking for love.

“Stupid, it will still be only the two of us. Stop focusing on what word Ralph uses to call me. He will grow up eventually. He is not going to call me ‘Mommy’ forever.”

Ronan was not so sure about that. The little brat did not look too bright.

“I see this as an opportunity to establish good cooperation between the two strongest packs in this continent. The werewolf community needs to stand together. Wars among the packs must stop.”

Lucien’s body trembled slightly when he said the last sentence.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Ronan hugged Lucien and pressed a kiss on the latter’s forehead.

He was so insensitive. The last war must have been traumatizing for Lucien.

Ronan could not imagine what would happen if it were not him but Lucien who engaged in a deathly match with Kinnon, only to be buried alive under the mudslide.

He might have gone insane on spot. He would not even be able to take care of other things when Lucien lay there, lifeless in his arms after being dug out.

“I am sorry,” Ronan said before pressing a kiss against Lucien’s lips, wishing that he could erase the painful memory from Lucien’s mind.