Pursuing My Rejected Alpha Chapter 342 Annalynne Opened Lucien’s Birthday Gift

342 Annalynne Opened Lucien’s Birthday Gift

Annalynne loved her brother, Lucien, beyond doubt.

She would die a thousand deaths for her brother’s sake.

On the other side, Annalynne was also a petty twin sister.

When she heard that Gordon Clearwater had taken the effort to send a birthday gift for Lucien, she only had one question in her mind: “Where is my gift, Dad???”

Pride prevented her from asking the question straightforwardly.

Argh.

The curse of an Alpha. She hated that she had to restrict her speech and actions to conform to an Alpha’s supposed refinement and wisdom.

In the end, she didn’t ask her father the question, but it took root in her mind.

The Alpha kept brooding over the question all the way to the reception table, but no answers came to her mind.

…..

“Excuse me, I am here to pick up a package,” she said, leaning against the reception counter.

“Name, please?” the reception lady asked with a smile.

“Annalynne Clearwater.”

“One second, please.”

The lady rose to her feet and rummaged inside a huge box for a while before she pulled out a thin, creme-colored, ten-by-twelve-by-two-centimeter package.

“Okay?” was Annalynne’s only response.

She initially thought that it was the wrong one, but her name was written clearly across the package surface.

“…”

“Have a nice day, Miss!” the lady chirped at the confused guest as s

Annalynne walked away from the table.

“Uh, you too.”

Annalynne weighed the small package in her hand. It was heavy for it’s size. Maybe an ounce? Two? Just what was inside?

Annalynne wanted to know.

She wanted to know so bad.

Just what did Gordon Clearwater want to give Lucien for his birthday?

Her fingers started to feel around the package. She successfully located the seam. She ran her fingers around the seam and swallowed hard.

No, she shouldn’t.

She shouldn’t, should she?

On the other side, she couldn’t just hand the package over to Lucien like this, it was not classy at all…

The label with her name still stood there.

Of course.

Duh, Annalynne was so dumb. She smacked a hand against her forehead.

Gordon would want Annalynne to open it and wrap it with beautiful gift paper. And pretty ribbons. Yes.

Convinced, Annalynne went out to buy pretty packaging materials.

The wrapping paper that she picked was white in color with intricate silver pattern. She also procured a huge orange-colored bow and a roll of golden ribbon to decorate the gift box with.

And then, she sneaked back into the suite and locked herself up in the bathroom.

“Anna? Is everything alright?” Lowell came knocking not long afterward.

“I am fine!” Annalynne shouted frantically. “I will come out soon!”

“… Um, alright. We are having dinner with your brother and Alpha Ronan soon, so…”

“I said, I will come out soon!!!” Annalynne shouted again in irritation.

“…”

Outside, Lowell shrugged. Sometimes, women threw a tantrum for no reason. He should just go and do something useful.

Once Lowell’s retreating footsteps were heard, the only sound that invaded Annalynne’s mind was that of her loud pounding heart.

She rubbed her fingers against the seam of the package again.

Here’s to now or never!

Annalynne carefully unwrapped the small package.

It turned out to be smaller than it actually was. Gordon Clearwater had packed it inside layers of bubble wraps.

The more bubble wraps that Annalynne had to go through, the more impatient she became.

At last, she arrived at the last layer.

Her fingers trembled when she ripped it off and unveiled the item underneath.

A loud gasp resonated within the bathroom. Annalynne widened her eyes in disbelief.

It was a framed black-and-white sonogram.

In the picture, there were but two tiny dots that were floating inside the womb.

They were so tiny.

So small.

Just two little bubbles that were happily awaiting the time of their birth.

At the top left corner, the name of the mother was printed clearly.

Lucien Clearwater.

Another gasp escaped Annalynne, followed by two streams endless tears.

“Oh, Goddess,” she whispered to herself amidst the waterfall of tears.

Lucien was pregnant!

She was going to become an aunt!!!

Annalynne cried and cried.

When her tears dripped unto the framed picture, she hastily wiped them away. Her fingers wandered through the glass surface and hovered over the two tiny dots in the picture.

In her mind, she kept repeating two sentences again and again.

Lucien was going to become a mother.

And she was going to become an aunt.

Were they going to be boys? Girls? Maybe a boy and a girl?

Whatever the gender was, Annalynne promised her unborn nieces and nephews that she would love them with all her heart and dote on them excessively.

Wow.

Annalynne broke into a chuckle.

She knew that Ronan invested in a fertility center and her father personally oversaw its operation, but she never thought that…

Lucien was a man after all.

Men didn’t get pregnant.

Ronan actually managed to get her brother pregnant…

That’s why her brother ate so much just now. Of course, he had two tiny babies inside his body. He had to feed them.

“…”

Feeding them…

Oh, no.

Lucien’s words during their late lunch more than an hour ago echoed in Annalynne’s mind.

“What if you are forced against your will to do something?”

Do what, exactly? Get pregnant???

…..

What was her answer again?

“Uh, I guess I will fight it. I don’t want to just resign myself to my fate.”

“What if you can’t fight it?” Lucien had continued asking.

“If you really want something to happen, you will find a way. Otherwise, you will find an excuse.”

Annalynne’s eyes turned round in horror.

What the fuck?

What kind of ideas did she plant into her brother’s mind???

And he even ruffled her hair and called her smart!

No! She was not smart!

She was dumb!

Very dumb!

Annalynne stared at the two tiny bubbles inside the picture.

“Don’t be scared, little babies. Aunt will go now and have a proper talk with your mother! If he really doesn’t want you two, we will find a way to bring you safely to the world! I will raise you as my children, I swear this by my ancestors!”