Chapter 200

200 Lillian Woodland Wanted To Talk

Ronan squeezed at Lucien’s hands while glaring at his mate.

“Whoever put his seed in her belly, it was not me!”

Lucien’s tears spilled again. He tried to push Ronan away again, but the latter hugged him tight in his arms.

“Let me go,” Lucien said weakly, his face buried into Ronan’s chest.

“No,” Ronan said in response. “Lulu, I swear. That baby is not mine.”

“How are you so sure...?”

“Because I...”

Suddenly, a female voice rang out from behind Ronan. To be precise, the person was standing at the door.

“Alpha Ronan, can we talk?”

.....

Ronan did not even bother to turn around.

“Not now,” he hissed. “Leave.”

Lillian Woodland did not move from her spot. She lowered her eyes to her protruding belly and insisted, “We need to talk.”

Still pressed against Ronan’s body like a ragged doll, Lucien mumbled a “Go” but Ronan refused to. For him, the most important thing right now was to take care of Lucien. Everything else came second to last.

‘Go and find out what she wants,’ Lucien spoke through the Mind Link.

‘I don’t want to leave you alone here. I don’t care what she wants,’ Ronan replied, gnashing his teeth in fury.

‘I need a healer. Get me someone. I will wait here until you are done talking to her.’

‘...’

‘Go,’ Lucien urged Ronan.

Against his will, Ronan lay Lucien gently on the couch and gave Jake an order through Mind Link.

‘Jake, get me a healer. Lucien is not feeling comfortable.’

Jake was also present during the memorial service. He already waited with a healer outside of the room, just waiting for Ronan to call for him.

‘Alpha, I am outside,’ Jake informed him. ‘I have a Healer with me. Please rest assured.’

Ronan lowered his head and kissed Lucien on the lips. He then rose to his feet and shot daggers at Lillian, who still stood at the entrance without the least bit of guilt.

“I thought you want to talk,” Ronan narrowed his eyes at her. “Don’t stand where Lucien can see you. Your presence agitates him.”

Lillian said nothing in response. She took her eyes off the man who was lying on the couch weakly and followed Ronan to another room.

Ronan led Lillian to the audience hall.

As soon as Lillian closed the door behind her, Ronan gave her a piercing gaze. “Speak. I don’t have much time for you.”

Lillian put a hand over her swollen belly.

“I recall you being a lot nicer during our last meeting,” she said.

She was of course referring to the morning after the Moon Banquet, when they woke up next to each other on the bed.

“That baby is not mine,” Ronan said. “Stop lying and tell everyone out there, including your father and your grandmother, that you let someone else impregnate you.”

Lillian chuckled. She shook her head while laughing as if the man in front of her was not the Alpha of Infinite Eclipse Pack but some werewolf pup that was still green behind the ears.

“Stop laughing,” Ronan hissed. “Thanks to you, Lucien suffered from a breakdown.”

Lillian indeed stopped laughing. She cocked her head to the side and stared into Ronan’s eyes.

“I am curious,” she said. “You were so drunk that night. How did you know that this baby was not yours?”

Ronan scoffed.

“Have you forgotten where we allegedly had sex and conceived this miracle baby? It was my bedroom suite at Carlton Bay. After your mysterious disappearance, I recovered the CCTV recording and saw what happened that night.”

“Ah.”

No wonder, then, Lillian thought.

That night, they were really close to having sex.

Against better judgment, Lillian was willing to give up her virginity to Ronan that night, just as what her family had wished for.

When the Alpha climbed on the bed, though, he flipped Lillian on her stomach and whispered, “Lucien” into her ears.

Just as what he would do if he were having sex with Lucien, Ronan stuck his finger into Lillian’s ass and expanded her rear hole.

Looking back, if Lillian had allowed Ronan to take her from behind first, she might be able to coax him into putting his hardened meat blade into the correct hole.

But then, who the hell did Ronan think she was?

She was Lillian Woodland.

She refused to be Lucien Clearwater’s substitute!

She was appalled at the prospect of giving up her virginity to someone who kept calling the wrong person on the bed.

Driven by anger, Lillian thus turned around and kicked the Alpha square on his stomach, causing him to slam hard against the wall.

Ronan was so drunk. He drank so much wine that he went down after only one kick.

Her chest heaving up and down in contempt, Lillian stared at the disgraceful heap of Alpha that leaned against the wall for some time before she hauled him toward the bed and then lay down to sleep herself.

Of course, when the Alpha saw that he did not move at all after Lillian’s kick, he realized that they never had sex. Lillian literally pulled the blanket over their bodies and went to sleep. The only movements that Ronan saw throughout the night were when Lillian tossed and turned, kicking Ronan a few more times in her sleep.

In the morning, the Alpha’s daughter cut her thumb and pressed her bloody finger on the bedsheet, just where she lay during the night.

That was where the blood came from.

“So you see,” Ronan said, raising an eyebrow at Lillian, “I know exactly that the baby isn’t mine. If you are not willing to take back your words and insist that it is mine, I will get a DNA test performed this very moment.”

Lillian’s lips were pulled into a taut smile.

“Fine,” she said. “The baby is indeed not yours, but I will not retract my statement.”

Ronan broke into laughter.

“Are you crazy, Lillian Woodland? One DNA test is all it takes to prove that you lied. You are going to ruin your reputation over a stupid lie.”

Lillian swallowed but she persevered.

“I want you to cooperate with me.”

Ronan thought that Lillian must be out of her mind.

“I am going to ask for a DNA test,” Ronan decided. “We are done here.”

“WAIT!” Lillian shouted at Ronan’s back after he went past her. “I know who killed your mother.”