'Papa, eh?'
Lucien's thorny words jabbed into the center of Ronan's heart while the boy put his arms around Ronan and hugged him ecstatically. Judging from his height, he must be around four or five years old.
'He is not my son!' Ronan's eyes widened in terror. 'Lulu, I swear!!!'
'...'
In Lucien's head, Landon roared in fury.
'I am going to kill him!' he shouted. 'Lucien, let me out! Now!'
Lucien furrowed his brows and rubbed at his forehead.
'Landon, no. Stay put.'
Ronan should be thankful that Lucien was still the master of the body. Otherwise, Landon might just shred him into pieces out of wrath and jealousy.
The mother of the boy quickly rushed over. She was more than apologetic. Peeling her son away from Ronan, she apologized to Ronan before speaking to him sternly, "Nicky, how many times do I need to remind you? Alpha Ronan is not your father!"
Nicky pouted and released Ronan.
"Sorry, Alpha Ronan," he said.