Ronan's jaw dropped open as he watched his mate slowly approach him.
Was he dreaming?
Heavy consumption of alcohol was known to lead to hallucinations. Although Ronan was yet to experience the said phenomenon in his years of drinking, there was a first time to everything.
He could see his mate's beautiful face.
And hear his melodious but cold voice.
And smell his delicious and sweet scent.
This was one hell of a hallucination!
What did he drink at the bar, again?
Ronan made a mental note to check the hotel invoice the next morning, knowing very well that he would forget anyway.
Ronan extended his hands, trying to touch this realistic hallucinated version of Lucien.
"Don't touch me," the red-blond man said. "You drank too much, Alpha."
"I did," Ronan said dumbly as he admired the result of his deep longing.
"Lulu, I love you... I miss you so much..."
And this hallucination was as fierce as the real one!