Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

Chapter 134

134 He Is My Son, Too

Dane Silverback closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he shot Lady Adele Fangblade a pleading look.

“Adele, please. Not in front of our son.”

Lady Adele Fangblade smirked. She tilted her head to the side and scrutinized the elder man before her.

“Do you still need to pretend in front of him? Dane Silverback, he is twenty-five years old.”

Dane’s eyes drifted toward the man on the bed. Ronan had never appeared so weak before him. No, that was inaccurate. He and Ronan used to have a good relationship with each other. Dane adored Ronan. He was always there to wipe little Ronan’s tears and tucked him in at night.

And then his marriage was destroyed and Ronan never again looked at him the same way. Dane knew that he messed up, but he could no longer change the past. Even though he tried his best to make up for his past mistakes, everything was already too late. The hurt already happened, the betrayal could never be erased.

“Adele, he is my son too,” Dane said.

“Do you think that I was the one who made him hate you?” the elder woman raised an eyebrow quizzically.

“No, but you could have made things better,” Dane argued. “He is my son. He is not supposed to meddle in our relationship. I did him nothing wrong.”

.....

Lady Adele Fangblade heaved a sigh. Was Dane foolish enough to think that he could just keep Ronan out of the marital conflicts? They were a family. Once it was broken, naturally it would affect everyone in the family.

“Ronan is old enough to know what is going on. If he chooses to hate you, that is his decision and not mine,” she replied harshly.

Dane Silverback gritted his teeth.

“Never mind,” he growled. “I am the stupid one for expecting you to step in.”

Angrily, Dane Silverback rose to his feet and left the ward without looking back even once.

Ronan’s mother shook her head.

How pathetic.

Although she loved Ronan as much as Dane did, originally Ronan was closer to his father than his mother. The reason was quite simple. His father was the all-powerful Alpha, the most important man in the Infinite Eclipse Pack. Although Lady Adele Fangblade did not hail from a less prestigious family, her family was declining. The Infinite Eclipse Pack members respected her, but they looked up to their Alpha, Dane Silverback.

So much so that when it was clearly Dane Silverback who ruined their marriage, it was her who lost her standing as the Luna.

Not a single soul in the Infinite Eclipse Pack sided with her, except for her precious son.

Lady Adele Fangblade clenched her jaw and curled her fingers into fists at the sheer remembrance.

She glanced at the pearl of her eyes, her little boy. Ronan was the only good thing that came out of her marrying into the Silverback house. He was her little knight in shining armor. Ronan was just ten years old at that time, but he spoke harshly against his father and all the elders in the pack.

“My sweet baby,” the elder woman spoke softly. “My darling son.”

On the bed, Ronan furrowed his brows and his eyes fluttered open.

Lady Fangblade’s eyes turned as round as the moon.

“Ronan? Don’t move... Sweetheart, don’t move. You are badly hurt.”

Although Ronan wanted to move, he was unable to fight against the many straps that tied him to the bed.

“Mom,” he grabbed his mother’s sleeves. “Mom, Lucien... Where is Lucien?”

His mother had no answer to that. She completely forgot that Ronan and Lucien were fighting on the same side in the war.

Oh, Lord.

Her heart lurched to the bottom of her stomach.

What if Lucien...?

No, can’t be...

If anything, he would be sent together with Ronan to the hospital.

“Edith!!!” She called for the nurse who waited outside of the ward. Edith came in as soon as she heard her mistress’ call.

“Was Lucien Clearwater delivered to the hospital as well?”

Naturally, Edith had no ready answer for this abrupt question.

“Let me check, Lady Fangblade,” Edith replied. She hurried out of the room to get some information from the receptionist counter.

Lady Fangblade pursed her lips. Just how much information could the poor receptionists provide? If only Lucien came together with Ronan...

“Mom,” Ronan spoke again, his voice hoarse and broken. “Thirsty... Mom.”

“Oh.”

Lady Fangblade rose from her wheelchair with a lot of effort. Her legs were shaky, but she was still able to cross the room to get her son some water. About a third of the cup spilled on the floor when she walked back to Ronan’s bed. Thankfully, the cup was equipped with a straw to prevent spilling when the patient drank from the cup.

Ronan tried to get up again to no avail. He ended up roaring in anger and fell back to the bed like a heavy log of wood.

Lady Fangblade rubbed his son on the back clumsily. A large part of his back was bandaged heavily. It was rather difficult to find a spot to rub.

“Sweetheart, don’t be agitated. Rest, will you? I promise that we will find Lucien for you.”

Ronan’s eyes were unfocused for a second, and then he let out a chuckle.

“No need, Mom,” he said, closing his eyes as his breathing evened out.

Lady Fangblade blinked in confusion. She was about to ask why Ronan suddenly did not feel the need to find Lucien when the door cracked open and she heard Lucien’s voice.

“Lady Fangblade?”

Ronan’s mother broke into a smile when he saw Lucien at the door. The man was drenched from top to bottom. After he and Bjorn finished taking care of all the corpses, all the injured werewolves, and all the survivors, he left Shadow Mist Creek as soon as possible to be at Ronan’s side.

“Come in, Lucien,” Lady Fangblade said as she extended her hand for Lucien. “Ronan has been demanding to see you.”