225 A Shameless Request
“Who is Lily Brenston?”
“One of the interns at the art gallery,” Lucien replied. “I met them during the five days when I helped out with the set modification.”
Ronan’s expression darkened within an instant. So it was one of the shameless bunch that made use of Lucien’s kindness and then trampled on him thanklessly. Ronan grabbed Lucien’s phone and took it away from him.
“Ronan, what are you doing? Give me back my phone.”
Ronan held Lucien’s phone out of his reach.
“No,” he said while circling an arm around his mate’s waist. “When you are with me, you are not allowed to touch your phone.”
“Don’t be childish,” Lucien tackled Ronan to the bed and climbed over his body. “It might be important.”
“Not more than us,” Ronan quipped.
He dropped Lucien’s phone to the floor and then flipped their positions on the bed. Lucien was sprawled on all limbs and pinned by his wrists on the bed.
.....
“What are you... Ah!”
Something hard and hot pressed into Lucien’s stomach, not unlike a smoldering rod of steel.
“You are hard again,” Lucien said with a sliver of amazement.
“Hm, shouldn’t you do something about that?” Ronan asked, peppering the man under him with tiny kisses.
Lucien sighed in exasperation.
“You are a sex fiend,” he said before kissing the horny Alpha on top of him.
Ronan’s lips curled up in a roguish smile. He grasped Lucien’s jaw and plundered the inside of his mate’s mouth.
“Hmm...”
Lucien hooked his arms around Ronan’s neck and wrapped his legs around the man’s back. Both of them sighed from pleasure when Ronan slipped inside his lover.
While the two werewolves feasted on each other on the bed, Lucien’s neglected phone started vibrating again. It was another call from Lily Brenston.
After rolling on the bed for hours, they both fell into a deep slumber. The next morning, Ronan was the first to wake up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he remembered what he needed to do. The Alpha slipped out of bed and bent down to pick up Lucien’s discarded phone from the floor. He looked at the display with disdain.
Altogether fourteen missed calls from Lily Brenston. What a zealous woman, he thought.
The Alpha tossed the phone in his hand into the air a few times while he pondered what to do. Should he just take out the phone card and toss it to the dumpster before asking Quinn to get Lucien a new number?
It did not make sense to just take out the phone card, though.
Or should he get rid of the phone altogether?
Then again, Lucien was not dumb.
He would know that Ronan was the one who did it.
The Alpha rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Maybe he should get someone to do it for him so that he could be free of suspicion.
Yes, that’s the way to do it.
He could give the phone to someone in the pack to get rid of.
Before Ronan walked another step with Lucien’s phone, the owner woke up with a start.
“Ronan, get me my phone,” Lucien mumbled from the bed.
“...”
Ronan cursed under his breath. Did he not fuck Lucien hard enough? Looks like Lucien’s endurance improved a lot since the first time they slept with each other.
“Ronan, come on.”
Lucien gestured for Ronan to hand him his phone.
“The more you want to get rid of my phone, the more I want to know what’s going on. What are you hiding from me?”
“Nothing,” Ronan said.
Nothing that you need to know, at least.
Lucien propped himself up to a sitting position with a groan.
“Phone.”
Ronan marched back to the bed with a cloudy expression.
“Here you go,” he said, thrusting the phone in his hand unhappily toward Lucien.
“Why, thank you, Alpha Ronan.”
Lucien flipped the phone in his hand and made a call. His mate climbed back into the bed and lay his head on Lucien’s lap.
“...”
Lucien stared down at Ronan, who did not look like he planned to grant Lucien some privacy.
Lucien sighed in his heart. Never mind, he had nothing to hide from Ronan anyway.
The same thing could not be said about the Alpha, who bit his lower lip anxiously.
The phone rang twice before a frantic voice was heard from the other end.
“Mr. Clearwater??? Oh my God, oh my God! Thank you for calling back!!!”
“Lily? What is wrong? Calm down,” Lucien said.
On his lap, Ronan pulled an annoyed face.
“Mr. Clearwater, I... We need your help. Please get Neena and Helene out of the prison.”
“...”
Lucien furrowed his brows. His gaze slowly wandered to the Alpha on his lap.
‘Ronan, what did you do?’ he asked via Mind Link.
‘Meh.’
Ronan buried his face into Lucien’s stomach. Why would he bother telling Lucien about his mentees’ betrayal? If one of them was shameless enough to call Lucien, then she should have thick enough skin to speak about their ungrateful deed.
Lucien flicked at Ronan’s temple and then shook his head in disbelief.
“Lily, I don’t know what you are talking about. Why are they in prison? Do you need money to bail them out or something?”
Lily was silent for a while before she started sobbing.
“Mr. Clearwater, don’t you know?” her voice trembled in distress. “Neena and Helene are being detained because they sprayed that... that graffiti in the art gallery.”
“...”
Lucien rubbed at his forehead, loosening the crease between his brows. Pain flashed through his eyes.
Neena and Helene were the ones who sprayed the hateful word across the glass door.
The word “HOMEWRECKER” in red was carved in Lucien’s brain, as vivid as the one he saw with his own eyes back at the art gallery.
“Mr. Clearwater...?”
Lily’s trembling voice was heard coming from the speaker. “I am so sorry. There is no one else I can ask for help.”
Lucien exhaled.
“I get it,” he said. “Where do you need me to go?”