337 The Crime Against The Entire Werewolf Community
When Lucien came out of the bathroom, he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow at the young man who was stripping for Ronan, and the man himself who was literally throwing his jacket around him.
Both of them stared at Lucien in horror.
“Ahhh!!!” the young man shouted when he saw Lucien come out of the bathroom with only his white shorts on.
“Lulu, don’t misunderstand!!!” Ronan shouted in terror.
Lucien narrowed his eyes at the two people in front of them. To Ronan’s greatest delight, the red-blonde man walked over and yanked Ronan to his side possessively.
The Alpha’s eyes practically lit up with joy until he heard what Lucien had to say.
“Seriously, Ronan? Must you cheat on me before we are officially wedded?”
Ronan’s face darkened within an instant. Lucien had to laugh when he saw the drastic change in the Alpha’s facial expression.
“I am kidding,” he grinned while pinching the Alpha’s cheek playfully.
.....
He then turned his attention to the other person inside the suite.
“Can someone tell me what is happening here?”
The young man in front of them was so shaken that he started to stutter, “I... I was told that Alpha Ronan is staying overnight here, so I... I wanted to offer myself for his pleasure...”
Ronan grabbed Lucien’s shoulders hard.
‘Before you ask whether I usually give in to this kind of advance, my answer is no. I usually give them money and then kick them out of my room,’ Ronan told Lucien via Mind Link post haste.
‘Let me handle this. You won’t see him again.’
‘I know. But...’
Lucien gave the trembling young man a pensive look.
He was so young. And so thin.
No human being would ever suspect that this young man was a werewolf, albeit an exiled one.
There were so many rogue werewolves in the world who were unable to successfully integrate into the human world.
Not that they wanted to.
They were still beasts at heart.
No decent werewolf, rogue or not, would ever want to stand on the same ground as a human being.
It was a matter of pride.
While Lucien was pondering about rogue werewolves in general, the young man in front of him became more and more anxious.
He quickly mistook Lucien’s silence as a sign of brooding anger, so he apologized on the spot.
“I am sorry!” he said while dropping to his knees and bowing his head deeply.
He bumped his head so hard against the parquet floor that Lucien’s lips parted from surprise.
“I did not mean any harm. I was just trying to ingratiate myself with an Alpha!”
Ronan sighed.
“What do you need?” he asked, rubbing his aching temple in irritation. “Money, or a favor?”
He hoped that it was the first one.
“A favor” was a lot more complicated than “money”.
Typically, rogue werewolves request to enter a pack, or to be accepted to work in a pack-owned company.
Whichever it was, the end goal was to be accepted back into the werewolf community.
And yet, some rogue werewolves had other more pressing matters. Such as, for example, life and death.
The young man kept his head bowed the whole time.
“M-money. My... My mother is terribly sick...”
So it was money.
A lot easier to solve.
Ronan was willing to pay a godly sum to get this young man out of their suite, but Lucien did not share the same notion.
Instead, he knelt in front of the young man and tipped his chin up. The latter was so frightened that he almost passed out on spot.
“What is your name?”
“S... Sean.”
“Where do you live, Sean?”
“I... I am born and raised on this island...”
Sighing, Ronan went to sit on the bed and crossed one of his legs over the other. He pinned the young man on the floor with a sharp gaze.
“How many werewolves are within your family? How many generations has your family been rogue werewolves?”
Trembling, the young man mumbled, “I... It started with my mother. She fell in love with a human being and...”
Both Lucien and Ronan widened their eyes in surprise.
Although the young man in front of them had the scent of a werewolf, he turned out to be a half-werewolf.
Ronan rose to his feet and pulled Lucien behind him.
“Interesting, he said. You are an alpha half-werewolf. I didn’t expect that at all.”
Half-werewolves were rare enough, and almost no half-werewolves were born as alphas. Most of them did not even meet their wolves on their eighteenth birthday.
The only traits that differed them from regular human beings were their beastly instincts and their super strength.
Alpha half-werewolves were slightly worse than alpha pure-blood werewolves, but they were a lot better than regular werewolves.
If Sean had not confessed that he was a half-werewolf, it would take a lot more observation and investigation to pick him out from the crowd.
One might think that being an alpha made a half-werewolf more precious to the werewolf community.
Sadly, that was inaccurate.
Rogue werewolves, no matter how desolate and how helpless their circumstances were, still could find a way to go back to werewolf society.
Half-werewolves on the other side did not count as full werewolves.
Their existence was seen as an atrocity.
Why? Because by coupling with a human being, a werewolf knowingly exposed the werewolf community to average human beings.
It was a blatant betrayal toward the werewolf society.
The unspoken law among the packs was quite clear about this matter.
Should any pure-blood werewolf meet with a half-werewolf, the half-werewolf must be killed. The werewolf parent of the half-werewolf must also be killed for dishonoring the secrecy of the werewolf community.
It should also be the most important piece of information that a parent werewolf shared with their mixed-blood offspring.
Never, ever, get yourself tangled with a pure-blood werewolf.
So why was this young man offering himself so brazenly and yet so foolishly to a werewolf? To an Alpha, to boot!
It was almost as if he was impatient to lose his life.
“Do you know what we do to half-werewolves?” Ronan asked pointedly.
He leaned forward, looming over the poor half-werewolf who had the audacity to sneak out of his hiding place and creep within his line of sight.
“Yes,” Sean answered with a trembling voice.
His eyes were full of debilitating trepidation.
“Pure-blood werewolves kill half-werewolves.”