The Summon and Lucien's Sickness

"Uhh...!"

Heads turned in Ronan's direction when they heard the latter groan.

The Alpha pressed a hand against his chest, large sweat beads built on his forehead.

"Alpha, is everything alright?" Jake leaned closer to his superior.

"Mnh."

The sharp pain in his chest disappeared as quickly as it appeared, leaving not a single trace. That was disconcerting.

"Are we done here?" Ronan asked impatiently.

The meeting had been going on for two hours, and they were through with the major issues.

Seeing that the Alpha's mood was rather foul, naturally no one dared to prolong the meeting. 

"Yes," Jake answered.

He gestured for everyone to leave. "Meeting is over for now."

The Alpha was bathed in a cold sweat. Jake had never seen him in this state, so he was quite concerned.

"Alpha, is everything alright?"

"Yes," Ronan said. "Maybe I just need more sleep. Or water."