Chapter 286

286 News From The Other Side

“Mommy!”

Ralph Youngshaper rushed on his little feet toward Lucien, who was bending down to pick up the pot shards.

“Mommy, don’t touch them! Let the big sisters help with that!” the little blond boy pushed Lucien’s hands away from the sharp edges.

Lucien patted Ralph’s head affectionately. “How can we let girls get wounded? Men must never put women in danger, do you understand, Ralph?”

Near them, the maids swooned in delight. Apparently, there was one more gentleman left on earth. Chivalry had yet to go extinct!

Ralph tilted his head in confusion. He thought for a while, and then he pointed at the nearby guards.

“Then let the big brothers take care of it.”

“...”

The maids suppressed their giggles so hard that their stomachs started to hurt.

.....

Either the little Alpha heir did not get what Lucien was trying to teach him, or he was that proficient in avoiding work.

Before Lucien could stop Ralph, he ran toward the poker-faced guards and pulled at their hands.

“Come, come, come and help my Mommy.”

“...”

The guards complied without a question. It made Lucien feel even worse.

“I am sorry,” he sincerely apologized when they came over.

Wordlessly, the guards bowed their heads in respect and started to pick the shards off the ground one by one while Ralph dragged at Lucien’s hand, urging him to go back.

“Mommy, sit down. Sit down, you must be tired.”

“Alright, Ralphy.”

Lucien returned to the garden bench to enjoy a little more of the morning sun.

After being sick for some time and then lying inside cold pond water for three days and three nights, Lucien’s body became rather stiff. In order to return his agility and strength to The Healer thus ordered him to partake in a strict training regime and proper, nutritious diet.

In the morning, Lucien had to walk around the pack house for an hour before sitting down to take in some sunlight for twenty minutes. In the afternoon it would be some training with the pack’s warriors.

His meals were always packed with nutrients.

Having swallowed almost nothing during the time that he was under the influence of the ancient poison, Lucien’s body was not used to taking in a huge amount of food.

He still tried his best to eat as much as possible to rebuild his body.

Otherwise, he was going to be useless forever.

Thankfully, Ralph was more than happy to accompany Lucien every day, walking with him, eating with him, and cheering him like a cute fairy from the side of the training arena.

After Lucien sat back down, the little boy climbed onto his lap and put his little arms around Lucien’s neck.

“Hmm,” he cooed after sniffing at Lucien. “Mommy smells good again.”

Lucien unwittingly felt around his nape. The scar from the mating night remained, but being away from Ronan did dilute the latter’s scent on him a lot.

Ronan...

Lucien cuddled the little boy in his arms.

He missed his mate terribly.

After Ronan left him in the Night Prowler Pack House, he neither contacted him nor visited him. Not even once.

Lucien too was unable to contact Ronan. He did not know where his phone was, and no one in the pack house allowed him to make a call.

A lot of things happened out there while Lucien was locked up inside the Night Prowler Pack House.

Day by day, Kinnon and Bjorn came back from outside and gave him some updates.

The last thing that Lucien remembered before he lost consciousness was the honest conversation that he had with Ronan.

Ronan told him that the baby in Lillian’s belly was not his. And that he and Lillian were working together to uncover a certain villain’s misdeeds.

Being at death’s door, at that time Lucien only had enough time to care about the first part of the revelation.

Once he recovered, he started to care about the second part.

Who was this person who actively worked to bring chaos within the werewolf community? He was even bold enough to trigger a war between the two strongest werewolf packs on the continent.

Once Kinnon put a name to the unknown figure, Lucien was stunned. He had expected to hear from an embittered person who had maybe been shunned from society for a long time.

It was almost surreal, because who would have guessed that the perpetrator was a frail, old lady?

It was Lucrethia Woodland, Lillian Woodland’s grandmother.

After seeing Lucrethia Woodland’s photograph once, Lucien was able to connect the dots. She was the woman he met at the St. Clarence hospital back then. She laced the candied plums with poison, and ate them together with him.

Her plan succeeded because the poison only worked for him, not for her.

How wicked, and at the same time brilliant.

Once Lucien heard that Lucrethia Woodland had been detained along with the entire Woodland family members, he demanded to attend the trial.

Naturally, both Kinnon and Bjorn were heavily against it.

“Your mate entrusted you to our pack for safekeeping,” Kinnon had told him while grabbing him by the shoulders. “Please don’t be rash. Don’t go anywhere. I don’t know what to do if something happens to you.”

“I am not an object that you need to keep safe,” Lucien pointed out. “I am more than capable to protect myself.”

“No one said that you can’t. Just humor me, alright? Stay here with Ralph.”

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Initially, Lucien thought that Kinnon wanted him to stay with Ralph because he was worried for Ralph’s safety. Considering how far Lucrethia Woodland’s claws might reach, it would not be paranoid to believe that she might still want to try to kill Ralph. For the little boy’s sake, Lucien thus quickly agreed.

His resolution turned into amazement the next morning when he saw Bjorn during breakfast. The Beta was also ordered to stay at the pack house to protect not only Ralph but also Lucien.

“Is everything alright, Lucien?”

Lucien looked up and saw Bjorn’s smiling face as he approached his bench.

“Yes, everything is wonderful. Any news about the trial?”

“I am expecting to hear some news soon. In fact...”

His words were cut by the ringing sound of his phone.

“Yes, Rickard, is it over?”

The person at the other end of the line screamed so loudly that even Lucien could hear him.

“BETA!!! THE WEREWOLF COUNCIL HEADQUARTERS HAD COLLAPSED!!!”