Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 68: A simple solution

Chapter 68: A simple solution

After his ’fruitful’ meeting with Lady Morgana, which only ended with more needless bickering, Ronan swiftly left the mansion’s archives. He assumed Vivian would still be deeply asleep just as he’d left her since she seemed unlikely to be an early morning riser.

Oddly enough, despite their argument the previous night, if an argument was what it could be classed as at all, Ronan was in high spirits.

Vivian didn’t deserve another bastard in her life. Hence, he ought to make sure he didn’t portray himself as one more than he already had.

Always conflicted with what you want. His Lycan surfaced in his mind to jab him with another piercing remark. What of the promises you made to her in the Madame’s Atelier? What of the promises you made to her yesterday? Were those empty words only to give her an illusion of a bond?

This time, Ronan didn’t argue with his Lycan. Whatever enmity he shared with the beast, it didn’t cloud his better judgement of his Lycan’s wisdom. The beast was every bit the mate he desired to be.

However, by embracing a bond with Vivian, wasn’t he betraying the dead clansmen he swore to avenge?

Why did his fated mate have to be an Omega from Moonborn? Were the fates punishing him in some way?

And for the first time since his unfortunate birth, Ronan found himself resorting to something he firmly believed he never would.

Asking his Lycan half for guidance.

What do you propose I do? Ronan queried, abandoning his pride and deciding to engage his beastly half, which was a living part of him just as was his soul. How can I bond with her without betraying my slaughtered clansmen?

Make her yours. The Lycan advised, quite bluntly, at that. If you claim her as yours in heart, mind, and body, would she truly still be an Omega from Moonborn?

The answer and solution were so simple. So simple that it made Ronan stop dead in his tracks and bring a hand to hold his forehead.

His chest rumbled with laughter.

Laughter directed at himself for how foolish he’d been thus far.

Once claimed, Vivian will be known as the Northern Duke’s Omega, not the ill-treated run of Moonborn. The Lycan further elaborated. It does not change the blood running in her veins, but if you fill her with our seed, that’ll leave no room or traces of any Moonborn hereditary.

Ronan refrained from bursting out into a fit of laughter more than he already did. His Lycan half’s logic was rather ridiculous and primal, but to Ronan, it made perfect sense.

Blessed are you, for reason clearly eludes you. Ronan remarked, shaking his head in amusement.

Is that your way of calling me a dumb bastard? If so, then the feeling’s mutual, wet-behind-the-ears brat. The Lycan retorted, growling out a laugh.

There is just one issue. Ronan sighed furiously, resuming his walk towards the chambers he shared with Vivian. She prefers you over me and likes you more.

Then pretend to be me. She’ll quickly notice the change, just as she did at the start.

Ronan was almost envious at how much confidence and faith his Lycan half placed in Vivian. The beast truly was smitten with her and the true mate that she deserved.

Ronan’s internal session with his Lycan half was disrupted just as he noticed Soran walking towards him.

Vivian was in the Wickan’s arms.

Every nerve and instinct in his body screamed for Ronan to shift into his beastly form and rip the Wickan’s arms clean off his shoulders.

How dare he touch Vivian so familiarly?

Ronan matched forward, his body tensing with the will to shift. Amber eyes flared to a crimson red, almost as if it were the eyes of the Lycan glowering at Soran and not his.

Wary of the Lycan Alpha’s menacing approach, Soran stopped dead in his tracks. Ronan crossed the distance between them in a heartbeat, snatching Vivian abruptly from the Wickan’s arms.

Soran raised his hands in defeat, taking a few steps back.

"Easy there, Wolfsbane; I’m just helping her," Soran justified with a harmless sigh, scratching the underside of his chin. "Will you just listen for a moment?"

Ronan disregarded Soran’s sorry-for-an excuse explanations, his predatory gaze roaming over Vivian to assess her condition. He watched her brows furrow in distress in her semi-conscious state, her breathing shallow.

She was already dressed, nearly at that. Beautifully. However, now was not the time to ogle her beauty.

"What happened to her?" Ronan grilled in a gruff voice, his hostile gaze penetrating through any defences Soran might try to put up. "Why was she with you?"

Soran noticed the bulging veins on Ronan’s face and forehead. It was a sign that the Lycan Alpha was a snap away from letting the beast in him rip to the fore and tear the Wickan to shreds.

When it involved their omega mates, Lycan Alpha’s were far more territorial and possessive compared to regular werewolf Alphas.

To touch a Lycan Alpha’s mate without permission was equated with an act of sacrilege that was punishable by death.

Blood brilliant. Soran cussed. Why did he have to appear now? I almost had her set into her chambers as if nothing happened. I must think of a suitable lie.

"I found her unconscious in the mansion’s gardens," Soran disclosed, his hands clasped behind his back while he bowed his head with feigned respect. "I was on my usual morning stroll and was surprised to find her laying amongst the shrubs."

"Look at me when you’re speaking to me," Ronan snarled, prompting Soran to meet his gaze directly.

This arrogant bastard. I will rejoice the day when shifters are enslaved again. Soran resisted visibly gritting his teeth in exasperation.

Nevertheless, he obeyed.

Ronan, however, found the whole affair rather unusual.

As far as he was concerned, Vivian was not the type to venture or explore places by herself. While she presented a hidden feisty side, she seemed averse to going anywhere without him accompanying her.

Did that change because of what happened the previous night?

Why else would she leave their chambers alone?

"I don’t have the answers to what you’re asking, Wolfsbane," Soran spoke in a firmer tone. "If I merely found her in the gardens, I can’t account for why she was there and what she was doing."