Chapter 6

Lucas' POV

"Does Josephine need blood transfer?" I stared at Josephine's private physician and asked.

Doctor Eliant Jafar was in his mid-50s. He used to be my father's physician, and I trusted his expertise wholeheartedly.

Doctor Jafar replied patiently, "Alpha, you have to understand. The diagnosis of a certain disease is a long, hard process. In Miss Solis' case, it's like a relationship."

"What are you insinuating, doctor?" I frowned.

I don't like it when someone refuses to give me a straightforward answer.

Especially when this person is a doctor.

Doctor Jafar adjusted himself in the chair, but he still looked very uncomfortable.

"A relationship isn't a contract, Alpha. It's more like a negotiation. You need to make a lot of compromises. So is Miss Solis' diagnosis."

I started to get more puzzled.

"Are you trying to teach me something, doctor? Can I have a simple answer? Is Josephine sick or not?"

"The simple answer is no. She isn't sick."

"She doesn't need any blood transfer?" I snarled.

"No, Alpha, she doesn't." Doctor Jafar shook his head decisively.

"So why did you tell me that she needs a blood transfer?" My voice became dry.

"Because Miss Solis asked me to do so. Just like what I've said, Alpha. Sometimes I have to compromise."

"But you're a doctor! You aren't supposed to lie to me!" My voice was filled with venom.

Doctor Jafar took off his glasses and put them on the table.

His hands were trembling.

"Alpha, Basil died in my arms. I watched his body turn cold and I couldn't do anything about it. I know I shouldn't have violated my ethics, but I really couldn't say no to Miss Solis when she asked me to fake her diagnosis."

Doctor Jafar's voice was barely above a whisper.

I sighed. I couldn't blame the good old doctor. I knew exactly what he was talking about.

Nobody could say no to Jo. She was so vulnerable and hopeless after Basil's death.

But still, Jo faked her condition to get my attention at Leah's expense. Leah found out about it, but she kept on giving her blood to Jo, knowing that she didn't need her blood at all.

Why didn't Leah say anything to me? She didn't mention it to me. Not even once.

If I knew what really happened, I would have done something to stop this exploitation, because this was absolutely wrong.

After I returned to my study, I saw some files and folders lying on the table, all disorganized.

Feeling bothered by this disarray, I called for the maids and asked why nobody had tidied up my study.

One of the maids mumbled, "Sorry, Alpha. Luna... Sorry, I mean, Miss Lewyn used to tidy up this room. She labeled and classified everything."

Upset and annoyed, I took a glance at the labels on the file folders.

I had always thought Leah was illiterate, but to my surprise, her handwriting was beautiful and immaculate. Flickering through these labels, I pictured her sitting in front of this desk, carefully writing every letter while holding a pen in her delicate hand. Her facial expression was a bit serious, with her rosy pink cheeks. Her firm, round breasts were moving up and down along with the rhythm of her breath.

I used to touch her breasts. They used to be mine.

She used to be mine.

Feeling defeated, I fell into the chair, stroking my hands through my hair.

Whenever I feel emotional, I intend to distract myself by diving into work.

But on that day, I felt it was impossible to concentrate on any paperwork. All of a sudden, nothing seemed to make sense to me at all.

What happened to me? Why do I feel so disoriented?

I have already rejected Leah. She meant nothing to me in the past, and she certainly means nothing to me now.

My eyes were fixated on Leah's handwriting again.

I touched those words with the tips of my fingers. I didn't know why I did it. It wasn't like I could feel Leah's temperature or anything.

I stood up and stretched my legs.

"Bring me the tuxedo for tonight's ball. I want to try it on." I said to the maids.

They immediately looked panicked.

"What?" I frowned.

They looked at each other and said -

"I'm sorry, Alpha. But Miss Lewyn was supposed to pick it up from the tailor."

"We know there's no excuse, Alpha. We'll go there right now and pick it up for you!"

Seriously? I waved and sent them away.

Feeling all alone, I sighed and stood in front of the French window, looking at two swans floating in the lake, side by side.

Swans mate for life. Together, they build a family together and stay with each other for the rest of their lives.

There. It finally occurred to me -

Nothing in my life would ever go right without Leah.

Did I make a mistake by rejecting Leah?

I took out my mobile, trying to look for her number. But it occurred to me that I didn't have her number on my mobile.

I pressed the button on the table and my butler Sebastian picked it up.

"Alpha, I'm at your service."

"What's Leah's phone number?"

"Sorry, Alpha. I'm afraid that Miss Lewyn's phone number hasn't been registered."

"What? What do you have to do when you want to look for her?"

The butler sounded confused, "Well, I would pronounce her name at a high volume of voice, Alpha. She's always in the house. She doesn't go anywhere."

I was silent.

Leah was waiting for me in this house, day and night. She was such a loyal wife to me.

"Alpha, may I ask what is your intention of looking for Miss Lewyn?" the butler asked.

"Nothing. She doesn't have any money on her and she doesn't have a ride. I'm just wondering where the hell did she go?"

The butler replied reluctantly, "Well, Alpha. I would like to reassure you by informing you that Miss Lewyn had already been picked up by a black limo."

"A limo?" I didn't like where this conversation was heading.

I didn't like it a bit.

"Yes, Alpha. I saw several limos come just now and she got into one of them."

More limos?

"Did she get into the limo voluntarily?" I asked anxiously.

"Well, it's hard to tell, Alpha. Apparently, there was a gentleman sitting inside the limo. There was some physical contact between Miss Lewyn and this gentleman..."

Five minutes after being rejected by me, Leah got into physical contact with another man?!

"Was it an old man? Was he ugly? Was he an ugly old man?" I shoot out a string of questions.

There was an awkward silent pause before the butler's answer.

"Well, Alpha, it happened so fast, so I'm afraid I wasn't able to comment on this gentleman's age or appearance..."

OK, so you're useless to me.

"Go tell Buck to look for her. Bring our finest soldiers to have a carpet search for this entire city. Search every corner. Search in the sewage if that's what it takes, I don't care. I need to find Leah right now!"

"OK... May I ask what is the nature of the search?"

I knew the first rule of being Alpha was remaining unpredictable. I wasn't supposed to reveal any of my real thoughts to anyone.

But on that day, after suppressing my anger for a whole day, I really couldn't hold it anymore.

So, I let it all out by shouting at the speaker -

"I don't need any nature of the search! My woman is gone with another man, and I have to look for her!"

"But... Alpha, if I may remind you... You have already rejected Miss Lewyn."

"Stop talking, Seb!" I roared while knocking on the table. "I rejected her, but she's still my woman! And it doesn't explain why she's gone with another man!"