The Rejected Luna and Her Fated Alpha (Werewolf)

Lucas · Bush threw the thick documents in his hand aside and stood up, pinching the bridge of his nose.

　　Yesterday, it rained heavily all night and it hadn't stopped yet. The raindrops fell straight down. Through the blurry glass, he saw a woman with a gray-blue umbrella standing by the flower bed at the entrance of the company.

　　She must have been standing for a while, with more than half of her pant wet, as if waiting for someone.

　　Knock knock.

　　He looked away, "Come in."

　　A slender man walked into the office from outside, "Lucas, what is up?"

　　Seeing Tristan · Stock, Lucas got relaxed. He smelled the pheromones on that werewolf that fascinated him.

　　It could be described as the smell of chamomile, but that was not quite accurate. It was more like the smell after taking a bath with chamomile shower gel, a warm and light scent. However, for some reason, this scent had become extremely faint recently and was almost unnoticeable.

　　He reached out and took the documents that Tristan had handed in this morning, "There are a few unclear parts in your plan. Take it back and revise it."

　　"Could you tell me which part is it?"

　　After getting closer, the chamomile pheromone became even stronger, and in addition, there was a strange, aggressive woody scent mixed in. The combination of the two scents became somewhat distorted.

　　It was not surprising because Tristan was an S-class male werewolf, and such pheromones were considered normal.

　　In general, the pheromones of male werewolves were not as mild as those of female werewolves, and most of them were heavy and aggressive.

　　But Lucas really liked the smell of Tristan's pheromones, no, it should be said, he was infatuated. Almost every time he accidentally smelled it, his whole body relaxed. Even when he was alone at home, he always thought about it.

　　Of course, he also liked Tristan, a strong, handsome and perceptive S-class male werewolf, who had always been his ideal partner.

　　Yes, S-class male werewolf partner.

　　Lucas was a super-gendered werewolf of this era. So, he was born different from ordinary male werewolves. He had abilities stronger than S-class male werewolves and highly aggressive pheromones.

　　He was not the first werewolf of this kind. Researchers called this group of them X-class male werewolves. They were superior to all genders. Their aggressive pheromones could even give S-class male werewolves the ability to reproduce. In addition to pheromones, they were much better than ordinary werewolves in both intelligence and physical fitness. Their presence could be found in almost every upper class in the world.

　　Therefore, all X-class werewolves were born bisexual, and choosing an S-class male werewolf partner was the best choice and had been a long-standing tradition. Female werewolves were too weak and vulnerable for them. So, most X-class male werewolves would prioritize choosing physically strong S-class male werewolves as partners. But a considerable number still chose female werewolves. Lucas was obviously not one of them. He thought that female werewolves were not good enough for him. As the Alpha of the Bush Wolfpack, he must choose the best partner as his Luna.

　　Tristan, an S-class male werewolf, was the Alpha of Stock Wolfpack. He had a beautiful face and a cold and aloof personality, like a proud swan, always looking down on others. But he had the capital for this - coming from a scholarly wolfpack, receiving a good education since childhood, and being intelligent and capable.

　　Almost no one would dislike this beautiful person.

　　Lucas was no exception.

　　But unfortunately, Tristan's sexual orientation was female werewolves, which everyone knew shortly after he joined the company.

　　Lucas put down his pen, "You did a good job, just change these places and it will be almost done."

　　Tristan nodded, "Alright, Lucas." After saying that, he picked up the documents and left without looking back.

　　Staring at the closed door for a while, he shifted his gaze to the window. The rain had become much lighter. He stood up and looked out the window, and the woman with the gray-blue umbrella was still standing downstairs. Lucas exhaled deeply through his nostrils.

　　The rain stopped the next day, and the sunlight outside the window was so bright.

　　Just as Lucas was about to lower the blinds, he saw the woman standing by the flower bed again. She didn't have an umbrella today and was standing straight under the sun. From Lucas's perspective, he could only see a small black dot.

　　Who on earth was she waiting for?

　　Lucas closed the blinds.

　　He went out for lunch in the afternoon, just got out of the elevator and saw people whispering towards the outside of the company.

　　Lucas looked over there and saw Tristan talking to that woman with a displeased expression on his face. The woman seemed anxious, her mouth moving as if she was saying something, and her face was flushed with urgency.

　　"What are they doing?"

　　The gossiping employees were startled when they saw Lucas behind them, "Lucas..."

　　Lucas nodded, looking at the two people outside, and asked, "Who is that person?"

　　The staff also shook their heads in confusion, indicating that they didn't know.

　　"That woman has been standing here since yesterday, seems like she's specifically waiting for Tristan."

　　It was the female werewolf standing by the flower bed. Perhaps she was Tristan's pursuer, looking so weak and ordinary in appearance, just a normal kind of beauty. She was far inferior to the female werewolf who was with Tristan last time, let alone compared to Tristan himself.

　　Lucas glanced at his watch, ready to leave, when he heard someone nearby say, "I heard that seems to be Tristan's Luna..."

　　"What?!"

　　The people present, including Lucas, were all stunned. Because they had never heard Tristan mention that he was married.

　　"Who told you that? Stop joking."

　　The person who was speaking usually likes to gossip in the company. Hearing this, he looked at Lucas, as if he was a little afraid to speak in front of the boss.