Mother Of The Heir

"I beg for your mercy!" Elder Rick spoke up. He grabbed both of Lucien's shoulders before the latter toppled toward the table. 

Ronan protectively pulled Lucien to his chest and let the latter lean against his chest.

Heat emanated from Lucien's body. He was running a fever.

"All of this talk has caused Lucien extreme mental anguish. He had done nothing wrong. He should not have to put up with this mess!"

"I am okay," Lucien said in denial, his head dizzy from fever. "I just feel under the weather, that's it."

He refused to be seen as weak in front of all these people. 

He too was an alpha werewolf, damn it!

If they started treating him like some weak she-wolf, he was going to go berserk.

Conrad Woodland pinned Lucien with a sympathetic gaze.