Chapter 258

258 The Alpha Stopped Caring, Allegedly

Having achieved what he meant to do, Ronan Silverback excused himself from the round of ladies. He went into the bathroom and splashed a handful of water on his face.

That was all he could do in order to not jump across the tea table and attack Lucrethia Woodland in front of so many people.

How he would love to snap the elderly’s neck on spot for all the suffering that she caused his mate.

But no, not like that.

Death was too merciful.

It was not even a punishment. Not for someone who was already that old, anyway.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, Ronan Silverback?”

Ronan lifted his head and gazed at the mirror in front of him.

Kinnon Youngshaper stood behind him, his face grotesque from burning rage.

.....

Ronan wiped at his face using a moist towelette before throwing it into the waste bin.

“Alpha Kinnon Youngshaper. Long time no see.”

Kinnon pulled at Ronan’s shoulder to turn him around. He then grabbed Ronan’s collar and pulled him close.

“Seriously? What kind of show are you pulling out there?”

Ronan freed himself and pinned Kinnon with a glare.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. What show?”

“Ronan Silverback, you!”

In the next second, Kinnon already punched Ronan’s face. The latter was thrown to the bathroom floor.

Ronan chuckled.

He wiped the trace of blood from his lips and rose to his feet.

“If you are referring to Lillian, what exactly did I do wrong? Was I not devoted enough?”

Kinnon’s mouth dropped open. A vein popped up at his temple and started twitching.

“Ronan, what the hell? What the fuck? Is this what you are supposed to do when your mate is sick? Hanging around Lillian Woodland, carefreely celebrating the birth of your baby???”

Ronan averted his eyes and clicked his tongue.

“Lucien is not going to make it. We both know about that. He gave me the blessing to be with Lillian.”

“RONAN, YOU!!!”

Kinnon lunged at Ronan.

Ronan gritted his teeth. He pulled his fist back and then landed a strong punch into his rival’s stomach. Dissatisfied that his rival was still standing, Ronan kicked him hard in the same spot.

Roaring in fury, Kinnon swiftly reached for Ronan’s neck and slammed his head against the wall several times.

“You asshole!” He spat at Ronan when he was done. “You do not deserve Lucien! If I knew that this would happen... I would have taken Lucien for myself!”

Pressed against the bathroom wall, Ronan hissed, “Lucien loves me. You have no chance!”

Kinnon flung Ronan against the sink counter. The Alpha gave a loud yelp when his hips slammed against the rocky surface.

Blinded by the pain, he slid to the floor while holding his left waist.

“Lillian and the baby are all I have now,” Ronan said, the tails of his eyes red from sorrow. “Leave me alone, Alpha Kinnon.”

“Like hell, I will!!!”

Kinnon threw himself at Ronan, but then someone pushed him to the floor. And then another. And then another.

“Help!!!” One of them shouted.

“Help! Alpha Kinnon Youngshaper is attacking Alpha Ronan Silverback in the bathroom!”

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“Good Goddess!” Conrad Woodland shouted when he arrived at the grisly scene.

He immediately rushed to Ronan’s side and checked the latter’s wounds.

“Alpha Ronan, are you alright? Can you stand???”

“Sure,” Ronan answered nonchalantly.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Alpha Kinnon.”

Kinnon Youngshaper hurled a bunch of curses at Ronan as he was being dragged outside.

Conrad Woodland shook his head in disbelief.

“Such violence. My, my. Apparently, the rumor about Alpha Kinnon being in love with Mr. Lucien Clearwater is not wrong...”

“Well, he has always been,” Ronan said. “After all, he tried to take Lucien away from me.”

Conrad lowered his voice and whispered with a conspiratorial tone, “The attack just now practically happened in public. Alpha Ronan, this is a good time to bring down the Night Prowler Pack. If you need the Ironclad Claws Pack to help...”

“I will consider that,” Ronan said. “Please go back, Alpha Conrad. Today is Lillian’s day. We should not ruin it by talking about war and other... gloomy topics.”

“...”

Ronan gave Conrad a pat on the shoulder before he straightened his clothes and walked out.

Conrad Woodland was amazed.

Did he mishear?

How could Ronan Silverback be so uncaring about his dying mate? It was as if he no longer cared about his mate. One would think that Kinnon Youngshaper instead of Ronan Silverback was Lucien’s mate.

Where did the loving, possessive Alpha Ronan go?

The Alpha swallowed hard.

That was one effective poison, he thought.

It could break the fated mate connection and eliminate the affection between two people just like that.

Ronan excused himself to change his clothes and treat his wounds.

“I am going to send a Healer to your room,” Quinn said after checking Ronan’s wounds. She was about to yell for a Healer to come, but Ronan stopped her.

“No need,” the Alpha replied. “I will take care of it myself.”

“Alright, Alpha.”

On his way to his apartment, one of his lead warriors ensured him that Kinnon Youngshaper had been thrown out of the pack house.

“Good job,” Ronan said with a smile. Once he got inside his apartment, the battered Kinnon Youngshaper already waited inside.

“Damn it, Ronan. Must you kick me so hard?” Kinnon growled.

Ronan raised an eyebrow.

“I can say the same. I almost fainted then and there when you slammed my head to the wall.”

“Heh.”

Kinnon lowered his voice. “Did they buy it?”

“I sure hope so,” Ronan whispered. “I don’t know what else to do.”

Kinnon sighed.

“I can hardly believe this is all happening. Lucien...”

Ronan gazed at the dispirited Kinnon. He then patted his back and said, “Right now, there are only a few people I can trust to help me. If someone tells me months ago that one of them is you, I would have sent that person to St. Clarence’s psychiatric section.”

Kinnon scoffed.

“Technically, I am doing this for Lucien, not you.”

“Same thing,” Ronan said with a smile. “Come on, let’s take care of our wounds.”

The stage had been set. The only remaining thing to do was wait until the players came to play.