Chapter 276

276 A Message For Lucien

Kieran Locksworth’s unofficial interrogation ended late in the afternoon.

Before he and Lillian were taken back to their prison cell, the new Alpha claimed that the two Silverbacks were no different than two vampires that squeezed the last drop of blood from their victims.

It was maybe the worst insult that he could say out loud, because werewolves and vampires were mortal enemies.

Neither Dane nor Ronan took offense. They got what they wanted. All that they needed to do was to make sure that the trial went smoothly.

It was the night before the trial was set to begin.

“Why don’t you stay with me for the night?” Dane offered rather clumsily.

Considering that their relationship had been broken for many years, Dane Silverback did not expect his son to agree.

Indeed, Ronan did not agree. But not because he was still holding a grudge.

He gave his father half a hug while muttering, “I still have something to do.”

.....

“So late?” Dane inquired.

“Yes.”

Ronan had picked the last day before the trial began to do what he had to do.

The Alpha got into his black Porsche and drove the car to Hapsborough City.

Instead of stopping at Carlton Bay Hotel to spend the night, Ronan went to another hotel instead. In this hotel, at the presidential suite, he and Lucien left beautiful memories behind.

These beautiful memories were dotted with fear of an upcoming hearing and then the war. But, when Ronan looked back, he could only remember the sweet parts.

Such as the time when Lucien locked himself up in his bedroom like a pouty child.

Such as the time when Lucien ordered them the awful macaroni and cheese for dinner.

Such as the time when they were intimately entangled on the bed and in the bathroom.

Ronan smiled to himself.

His train of thought was disturbed by the knocking sound at the door.

It was Milroy.

“A-Alpha? There is a package for you. Do you know this sender?” the young man stuttered while holding the package under Ronan’s nose.

Ronan looked down at the labeled box. The sender did not bother being discreet at all. The words “West Coast Center For Reproductive Medicine and Fertility” stood tall and proud on top of the box.

“Yes,” the taller man confirmed with a blank expression.

His assistant turned a shade redder.

Ronan took the box and said, “Thanks.”

“Uh, ummm...”

“Come back in an hour.”

“...!!!”

Milroy looked like he would rather jump out of the building, but he obediently followed the Alpha’s order.

Inside the suite, Ronan tore up the box and found a rather large egg inside. It came with an instruction manual.

“Hello, Future Dad!” It said.

Ronan wiped at his face in embarrassment.

“Please peel this egg and use it to store your sperm. As soon as you finish, seal the opening with the included cap and send it to us within 24 hours! For detailed instructions on how to use the egg, please check the next section!”

“...”

Ronan went into the bathroom and unzipped his pants. Inside the “egg” was a cream-colored, squishy, and elastic thing. At one end there was a small hole. When Ronan thought back about what Lucien’s rear hole looked like before and after they were done fooling around, he became hard in an instant.

While imagining himself making love to Lucien, Ronan pushed his engorged organ into the hole and watched as it slowly engulfed the swollen head and then the majority of the shaft.

“Mmmh...”

Ronan closed his eyes and arched his back.

“Lulu...” he whispered with a throaty voice. “My love...”

He thought back to the many times he fucked Lucien, how the man looked like every time he went deep. The red-blonde man always had his mouth wide open in a silent scream as he endured Ronan’s savage onslaught. His eyes would be shut tightly and he would clamp hard around Ronan, his fingernails drawing long lines down Ronan’s back...

“... Ugh!”

The egg was not as good as Lucien’s love tunnel, but it did the job. After a while, Ronan knotted into the egg and slowly poured out his thick and potent seed into it.

After he was done, he sealed it with the aforementioned cap and put it aside.

Ronan then took a shower to clean himself from both his sample-collecting activity as well as the dirty thoughts in his mind.

If Lucien were there, it would not have ended with only one round. He would take his mate again in the shower. And then the bed.

Ronan would make love to Lucien again and again, becoming a slave to his carnal desires until their hearts beat as one and their bodies were locked together in hot, passionate love.

There was no sweeter endeavor than to climb the heights of pleasure with his beloved Lucien, only to fall together with the man into the sea of bliss.

In retrospect, maybe the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when she made Lucien to be a man. Otherwise, he would give birth every year. Ronan did not think that Lucien would like it very much.

After the deed was done, Ronan packed the egg into a reserved plastic bag. When he wanted to put it into the box, he saw a card at the bottom of the box along with another instruction sheet. It read as followed:

“Esteemed Mr. Silverback, we are currently in the middle of making final preparation before the artificial womb undergoes commissioning. This card along with the same sample collection package will be sent out to your partner as soon as possible.

Please kindly fill in your partner’s name and contact information.

Feel free to leave a heartfelt message at the back side!”

“...”

Ronan grabbed a pen and scribbled down Lucien’s information on the front page of the card.

While the front side was relatively classy with mainly black and white color, the back side was colored pink and framed with a lot of tiny hearts.

Ronan cleared his throat.

He then started writing, “My beloved Lucien...”