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“Lucien,” he softly said when he saw Lucien.

When his eyes drifted to the man next to Lucien, though, his gaze cooled visibly by a few degrees. “Alpha Ronan. Fancy seeing you here. Or maybe I should say that it no longer comes off as a surprise to me, considering you have been hanging around my future Luna shamelessly for a while now.”

Ronan cocked his head in arrogance.

“Your future Luna? Alpha Kinnon, don’t be delusional.”

Kinnon gritted his teeth. He held out his hand for Lucien.

“Lucien, come here.”

A shiver ran down Lucien’s spine. It was Landon who was about to break his promise to stay put.

“No,” Lucien said while shaking his head and hugging himself. “No, I can’t.”

.....

That was all he could say to keep Landon under control.

The hand that was extended in Lucien’s direction was balled into a fist. “Fine,” Kinnon said angrily.

Bjorn came out of the restaurant just in time to witness this exchange.

“Oh, it’s Lucien,” he said with a diplomatic smile. “And Alpha Ronan,” he added with an acknowledging nod.

The Beta of the Night Prowler Pack saw that the situation was not good, so he tactfully grabbed Kinnon by his elbow. “Alpha, our table is ready. Let’s continue the discussion tomorrow.”

During the hearing.

In front of the Werewolf Council.

Bjorn nodded at Lucien and gave both him and Ronan a polite smile. “Excuse us.”

Lucien felt sick to the stomach. Suddenly he was no longer in the mood for any dinner. Not even pancakes.

“I think I would rather have some room service now,” he said. “Can we go back?”

Ronan nodded.

“Sure. Let’s go.”

Once they went inside the suite, Lucien wanted to do nothing but bury himself inside layers of blanket. Even the promise of pancakes did nothing to stir his interest anymore.

“Don’t be like this.” Ronan pulled at Lucien’s wrist before the latter managed to crawl into a safe hiding space. “You said that we should order room service so let’s do that. Why let Kinnon Youngshaper ruin the night?”

Lucien pressed both palms against his face and groaned in frustration.

“You are mistaken,” he stated once he revealed his face again. “It was not he who ruined my night. It was I who ruined his night.”

Ronan shook his head. “You are giving yourself too much credit.”

Lucien sighed and tried to go back into his room again but Ronan dragged him to the couch instead.

“The Youngshapers usually stay at the Seaside View Hotel. His appearance in this hotel is totally unexpected, so he is the one who is raining on our parade.”

Lucien buried his fingernails into Ronan’s arm and glared at him, causing the latter to pull a grimace from the sting.

“And why do you think he chose to stay in a nameless hotel instead?”

Oh.

Ronan pursed his lips when it dawned on him.

What a pity. After that one scandalous night, Kinnon Youngshaper might not be able to stay in any of the Seaside View Hotels for a while.

Ronan would have suggested going to Carlton Bay Hotel if he did not remember what happened between him and Lillian Woodland on the same night. Lillian ghosted him completely after that night.

Ironically Ronan had wanted Lillian to get lost for a while, but he wanted to do it without sleeping with her. Ronan did not know what to make of her sudden disappearance. Should he be grateful or worried?

Yeah, nope. Not the Carlton Bay Hotel either.

After much persuasion, and also because Lucien did not want to deal with a nagging Ronan outside of his bedroom door the whole night, Lucien agreed to stay for a simple dinner. A simple dinner as in something along the line of “I don’t care what you order.”

After expressing his nonchalance, Lucien dragged an armchair to a wall window and sat there facing the glass. He looked like a student who was being punished by facing the wall. Only that this wall at least gave him a good night’s view of the Hapsborough City.

Meanwhile, Ronan, heaving a sigh, busied himself to find something to feed Lucien and himself.

“Hi. I want to order some room service. Please bring me a serving of each of the following dishes : tortilla chips with goat cheese and caviar dip; white bean and mushroom soup; beef-and-chicken stuffed potatoes; Greek salad complete with olives, lettuce, red onions, and feta cheese; lobster thermidor sprinkled with basil; roasted duck with honey and lemon glaze....”

Ronan’s call to the front desk was ended abruptly by Lucien who pressed the end call button while staring at Ronan in disbelief.

“Are you insane? Why are you ordering a twelve-course menu for room service?”

Ronan blinked at Lucien, not understanding what the problem was.

“I thought you don’t care what I order.”

“I care if you order a humongous amount of food only to eat barely half of it in the end!”

Ronan chuckled. He held out the room service menu in Lucien’s direction.

“In that case why don’t you choose what you want then? Otherwise don’t blame me for being a spendthrift.”

“...”

Lucien flipped through the menu with an everlasting scowl on his face. Ronan happily sat next to him and watched as he looked through the booklet. Back when both of them were young, Ronan found that it was difficult to get along with Lucien because of their differing personalities and hobbies. And yet once they started dating, they fell together harmoniously into the same rhythm.

Ronan often wondered whose rhythm they had been following. His or Lucien’s? Probably Lucien’s, because Lucien did not like to be hurried. He needed his own time to plan out his life and handle things carefully and meticulously. That’s why he cared so much about not wasting food before the food was even cooked.

When someone like Lucien hosted a banquet, he surely would demand to have a detailed guest list, making sure that the number of people he had on the list was correct, and then calculate the amount of meat, vegetables, fruits, and drinks that he needed to appease said guests. Not an ounce more and not an ounce less.

Lucien might even implement a no-waste policy to further irritate the guests.

What about Ronan? Ronan was rather lax. Ronan would be the one who smuggled extra wine bottles into the banquet or ordered unplanned boxes of pizzas and earned grateful cheers from the guests.

“Ronan. Hey, Ronan.”

Lucien snapped his fingers a few times in front of Ronan to pull him out of the trance.

“Hmm?”

“I already called the room service.”

“Ah. Thanks then.”

Ronan grabbed Lucien’s face with both hands and locked their lips together in an intimate kiss before Lucien had time to raise any objection.