Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

334 Pursuing Alpha Annalynne

Annalynne gave Lowell a look.

“Lowell, we talked yesterday. I told you that I would handle my brother. You don’t have to worry about him. Or about Alpha Ronan,” she added.

Lowell shook his head. He took Annalynne by her hand and squeezed it lovingly.

“Anna, I am not worried about them. I respect them, of course, but most of all, I respect you. Honestly, I should have done this when we thought that you were pregnant. Anna, will you...”

“No,” Annalynne snapped when she realized what Lowell was trying to do.

Pulling her hand away from Lowell’s grip, Annalynne rose to her feet in an instant. She gave her boyfriend a piercing glare.

“You are just proposing because you think you have to.”

Lowell hastily corrected his lover, “Anna, you are mistaken, I...”

Unfortunately, Alpha Annalynne was not in the mood to listen. She shut Lowell up by resting her fingers against the latter’s lips.

.....

“Don’t talk about it anymore. Right now, all I want is some breakfast. I am famished.”

Without waiting for Lowell’s reply, Annalynne stalked out to the pool area to join Lucien and Ronan, who were enjoying the fresh morning air at the moment.

“...”

Left alone in the living room, Lowell was visibly confused.

He could not just pretend that nothing happened, could he?

Why did Annalynne brush him away like that?

Lowell inhaled and exhaled a few times.

It was alright.

They were alright.

Annalynne must still be a little shaken from having their secret found out and having to reveal it to Lucien.

He needed to give Annalynne some time to get over the entire thing.

Yes.

That was what Annalynne needed. Time.

Lowell naively thought that he could give Annalynne some space. He never thought that Annalynne would actively avoid him the whole day.

For breakfast that morning, they decided to have brunch at the ship’s five-star restaurant. Located at the center of the cruise ship, it occupied a huge area of almost 20,000 square feet and offered a sumptuous buffet that consisted of breakfast options from all over the world.

The dishes were charmingly arranged according to their original countries in the form of a world map. Each continent was occupied with a buffet bar and a specially designed dining area.

They were separated from each other by bridges over a large but shallow fish pond, making the guests feel as if they were literally walking from continent to continent to enjoy the specialty dishes.

One guest delightedly remarked as he walked past the four werewolves, “I just tasted coffee from different continents within half an hour! I mean, WOW!!!”

Ronan pulled at Lucien’s elbow to lead him to the Asia continent, but the man slipped from his hand and was dragged toward the African continent instead.

“Lulu, let’s go over there! I have never been to Africa! I heard that the dishes are MARVELOUS!”

“...”

Ronan glared at Annalynne’s back. He was about to spit blood from boiling rage. When he saw Lowell heading to the South American continent, he followed the man right away.

“What is going on with the two of you, again?” Ronan asked in exasperation while they were picking their breakfast from the buffet table.

“I don’t know,” Lowell answered helplessly.

“Look, I want to propose. I tried this morning, but she rejected me before I even popped the question.”

Ronan scoffed.

“What, one rejection and you gave up? Are you not an alpha werewolf? Grab her, throw her over your shoulder, and drag her to the Holy Temple, for Goddess’ sake!”

“...”

Lowell squinted at the Alpha who talked as if he had personally done that to win his Luna’s hand in marriage.

“Fine,” Ronan grumbled. “Maybe not like that. Do you even want to marry Anna? Or is she just a passing fancy for you?”

Before Lowell had the chance to answer, Annalynne already marched toward them. Standing in front of Ronan with her hands against her waists, she demanded through gritted teeth, “Alpha Ronan, a word?”

“...”

“...”

Ronan thus was dragged aside to receive a round of scolding from Annalynne.

Afterward, Ronan did not go back to sit together with Lowell. Apparently, Annalynne decided that she would rather endure her brother’s mate than have him threaten Lowell with marriage.

For once, Lowell thanked the Goddess when Lucien and Ronan went off to spend time with each other after breakfast. Lacking a companion, Annalynne had no choice but to put up with Lowell.

“Let’s go to a yoga class,” she decided single-handedly without asking for Lowell’s opinion. Of course, it would be the one activity where she did not have to talk to Lowell.

To add salt to the wound, she also did not want to be close to Lowell during the class. It was almost as if she was afraid of him.

But why?

Why was she so afraid of him?

Did she not want to marry him that much?

If so, then why did she agree to date him?

He might not appear intimidating when Ronan was around, but Lowell too was an alpha werewolf.

His patience had a limit.

The fire in his heart burned brighter and brighter when he saw Annalynne flexing her body during the yoga class.

He would love to put his hand around her lithe waist, caress the soft curves on her body, and worship his enchanting Alpha with his tongue and lips.

Unfortunately, said goddess did not even bother to look in his direction.

That did not make Lowell any happier.

After enduring thirty minutes of yoga class, the alpha had enough of Annalynne’s cold treatment. Lowell squared his shoulder and marched toward his lover in order to capture her before she escaped.

Sweaty and exhausted from the class, Annalynne was a little disoriented. She gaped at Lowell in confusion when the latter grabbed her by the waist and looked deep into her eyes.

They were so close that Lowell could see his reflection in Annalynne’s eyes.

“Anna, I love you,” he declared in front of every single person who attended the yoga class. “I will marry you, whether you want it or not.”