Part 2
### Chapter 1: Chapter-1
“Would you like to do it, your Highness, or should I?” She looked at the Lycan King indifferently, whose lilac eyes of affection were suddenly intruded by confusion.
“Wh-what do you mean?” He asked as he tried to concentrate on the beautiful voice of the woman in front of him, his mate. He was here for a meet-and-greet session that he dreaded. The worst thing was that this session among Alphas, Lunas and their Gammas from every pack in existence was to last for the entire night! ‘Why couldn’t they just skip this night and officially start the one-month collaboration tomorrow?’, the King thought to himself every year.
She raised her eyebrows as she studied his expression, “Huh. You do look genuinely confused.”
His eyebrows furrowed, confused and irritated now, “Again, what do you mean? And what is your name?”
The Alphas, Lunas and the best warrior of each pack, called Gammas, just arrived and he, as their benevolent King, was here to greet them. Although, if he were given a choice, this King would have rather been going through the reports of rogue attacks that were steadily piling up on his desk. He couldn’t wait to get the night over with. If he made his rounds quickly enough, he would still reach home on time to get through three or four files before bed. But when he walked through the doors of the gathering hall, his impatience, reluctance and pure hate for the meet-and-greet vaporized in an instant.
“My name is Lucianne Freesia Paw, your Highness. I take it that you’re going to do it, then?” She said simply. To the King, her name felt like the first spring breeze after many long months of harsh winter, the soft light penetrating through the grey clouds, the breath of life in a cold, dark world.
“Do what?” His confusion couldn’t be masked even if he tried. He felt like his mate was already ten feet away when he had only taken the first step.
When he entered the hall, every wolf and Lycan present looked in his direction and they either nodded or bowed but he merely glanced over them. The animal in him was following a scent that has never graced his nostrils. Butterfly pea and jasmine. ‘What a unique combination’, he thought to himself. His footsteps gained speed as the scent got stronger.
Then, he stopped right behind a five-foot-one brunette. Her back was small, half of it covered with dark, luscious curls falling effortlessly from her head. There was only one word in his mind — mate. The figure started turning around to face him, and his heart stopped. She was surprised by his sudden presence and took a step back. The animal in his head growled, ‘Mine’.
Lucianne turned around because she noticed the stunned faces of her Alpha and Luna, who both bowed in her direction. Upon turning, she came face-to-face with a white suit covered with a black tuxedo, and a strong scent of acacia wood and forest trees graced her nostrils. Shocked at the proximity, she took a step back to see who it was. Realizing that the dark-haired man with slightly tanned skin and lilac eyes was the King himself, she understood her pack leaders’ action. She, too, bent her knees and lowered her head as a form of respect to the highest ruler of all werewolves and Lycans.
A warm feeling crept up her shoulders before she felt the sparks where his hands made contact with her skin. To her dread, she realised that the man in front of her was her mate who spoke in his clear, deep voice, “You don’t have to do that. Please stand. Don’t bow to me.” He said with visible pain and disapproval in his eyes.
Although surprised by the King’s response, Lucianne couldn’t escape her reality of how the bond was going to end. ‘Here we go again’, she thought, before proceeding to ask whether he wanted her to do it, or that he wanted to do it himself - to reject her.
“Do what, Lucianne? Talk to me.” His voice was soft but demanding. His eyes were desperate and lost.
She explained calmly, “Reject me, your Highness. Do you prefer it if I did it or would you like to do it yourself?” The hope and life she gave him earlier seemed like it was about to be snatched away from him almost as soon as he found them.
The King’s lilac eyes turned onyx as he growled thunderously, scaring everyone who was there. The room fell into dead silence. After he exploded in anger at what he had just heard, the King asked in a low, frightening tone, “Why the f*ck would either one of us reject the other?”
Lucianne was surprised again but she remained calm. She shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m not your type, not good enough for you, not pretty enough, you may already have a chosen mate to be engaged to…” before she could finish, her Luna hissed, “Stop it, Lucy!”
The King’s eyes met the Luna’s as he growled, “I didn’t ask you to speak.”
The Luna and her Alpha mate lowered their heads in unison as a sign of apology. No right-minded wolf would challenge a Lycan, let alone the King of Lycans.
The King faced his mate again. His eyes softened a little by how dainty and beautiful she looked. Why did she want to take herself away from him? He asked in a murderous tone, “Who told you those things?”
Lucianne’s eyes turned wide abruptly, “Oh no, your Highness. That’s not what I meant. It’s just... that’s what my previous mates told me before or after they rejected me so I was just giving you an idea on what I’m talking about.”
His angered eyes bore into her unperturbed ones as he asked in a dangerously low tone, “Do you want to reject me?”
She took a moment to think. No one had ever asked her this question. “That’s a very difficult question to answer, your Highness. I don’t even know you. I admit that there is the mate bond for now, and I do acknowledge that I feel the sparks but whether I want the rejection… hm, I honestly don’t know. But then again, what I wanted never really mattered. My previous mates pretty much decided it for me. That, or they made my decision easy. I do prefer an earlier rejection when there are no memories made as of yet because it would hurt much less. Does that make sense, your Highness?”
Xandar responded firmly, “No. And stop calling me ‘your Highness’. You are my mate and I am yours. The mate bond is there for now and forever. The sparks will get stronger. And neither of us are rejecting the other.” There was fury in his voice but also desperation. Desperation to not lose his mate when he had just found her. Desperation for her to accept him and stay with him forever.
She nodded grudgingly once and bit her bottom lip as she dove into her own thoughts.
He sighed. His eyes were gaining back their lilac shades as his fingers reached for her chin and lifted it up gently for their eyes to lock, “What are you thinking about, Lucianne?” His voice no longer held anger, only gentleness and guilt.
She opened her mouth to say something but closed it after a second thought. She smiled meekly and shook her head slightly before she said, “I was just thinking about the ceremony tomorrow. That’s all.”
“Lucianne,” he reached for her cheek this time as he said, “I’m sorry I yelled at you. But don’t lie to me, please. Tell me. What were you thinking about?”
Her eyes dimmed as she looked at the ground, and Xandar felt his heart clenching by her saddened look. She composed herself and muttered, “I can’t understand why you won’t reject me.”
“Because you’re my mate!” He whisper-yelled, not that it helped. In a room filled with Lycans and werewolves known for their sharp hearing, it was without a doubt that everyone heard their King.
“Okay.” She said meekly and forced a smile. No one had to tell him that she was unconvinced by how he felt about her. But why would she doubt him? The mate bond was supposed to automatically signify love and commitment. Why didn’t she believe him? His hand suddenly had a mind of its own as it began tracing her right arm in hopes of soothing her and chasing away her doubts. When he felt the unevenness of her skin, he wasted no time taking a step to her side to examine the cause.
There was a 5-inch scar. Injuries and wounds could heal but for some brutal attacks and accidents, a scar would remain. The King’s eyes darkened again, and he growled so loudly that the werewolves around them took a step back as they held their heads low.
“What? What is it?” Lucianne frantically asked, equally alarmed. She felt the scar on her arm with her left hand but she wasn’t sure what the fuss was about so she looked at the King in confusion, whose onyx eyes were still glued there.
He pushed her left hand away gently and started tracing the scar with his fingers. Lucianne fought through the pleasurable sparks erupting from that area. With his eyes still fixed there, he asked in a low, homicidal tone, “Who did this?”
Lucianne shrugged, “It was just the rogues. Five, maybe six years ago. It’s just a dried-up part of the skin, isn’t it?”
His dark eyes never left the part of her flesh that was once torn so badly that its appearance never healed. He then locked eyes with Lucianne as he asked in dismay, “How are you okay with this?”
“Don’t call me by my title or my full name. It’s just Xandar to you, Lucianne.” He insisted.
She hesitated, “Xandar,” she began, clearly not used with this manner of addressing the King, “A scar is normal among warriors, more so among Gammas. If you check the bodies of the other Gammas here today, you’ll find that many of them have scars as well. Some may be worse than mine. I know a few Alphas and a handful of Lunas who have such scars from fighting alongside their pack. This really isn’t a big deal.”
He listened to her words, and his eyes softened at how she shoved her own ordeal aside to put other warriors and pack leaders under the spotlight of bravery. No one knew that, at that time, whatever Lucianne said only made their King more certain that there was no one more qualified to lead alongside him as his Queen.
His heart ached when his gaze returned to the scar on his beautiful mate. When he bent down and was close to kissing it, Lucianne abruptly retracted her arm as she uttered, “Perhaps that is not the most appropriate thing to do, given this setting.”
He had completely forgotten about the people around them. He only saw her. With those words, he was pulled back into reality. He smiled, making the Lycans in the room stunned. The King never smiled. Never.
He then said, “You’re right. I would like to meet your pack leaders, Lucianne. Introduce us?”
“Of course.” She smiled, and waved her Alpha and Luna over. They walked towards the King and bowed, their heads still facing the ground as Lucianne said, “These are Alpha Juan and Luna Hale of the Blue Crescent Pack, your High—- Xandar.” She abruptly decided against addressing Xandar by his title when she saw, from the corner of her eye, that he was about to make a fuss.
“Heads up, leaders of the Blue Crescent Pack.” Xandar said with a smile. When their heads were raised, Xandar thrusted out his hand in Alpha Juan’s direction, “I want to personally thank you for leading the rogue attack up North last year. The rogues would’ve continued to wreak havoc if it weren’t for your pack’s leadership and contribution.”
The King remembered reading a report on the successful annihilation of one of the strongest rogue packs in the previous year, and had long known the Blue Crescent Pack was at the forefront of the victory. It was said that this pack held the trust of the other packs, and was respected for the leadership displayed. There were many testimonials from other pack warriors who thanked the Blue Crescent Pack, saying that they ‘had learnt a lot’ in terms of strategy and combat.
Alpha Juan and Luna Hale were both stunned by the King’s graciousness. It was no secret that one should just be grateful to not get killed. It was not customary for the King to hand out praises.
Juan took the King’s hand and shook it once before he admitted sheepishly, “As your subjects, we are more than grateful to assist in your endeavors, your Highness. But my Luna and I cannot take credit for the success last year. We may be the largest in size in our pack, but our Gamma, Lucy,” Juan motioned in Lucianne’s direction, before continuing, “was the strategist, the best trainer and warrior, be it on the battlefield last year or within our own pack. I’m her subordinate when it comes to training. She was the one who led us to victory.”
Lucianne was biting her bottom lip. When she knew what Juan was going to say, she tried to stop him through their mind-link but he didn’t bother listening to her. Her eyes were fixed on the ground as she prayed for the moment to be over. She couldn’t see it but Xandar’s eyes beamed with admiration for her. When he noticed that her eyes were pinned to the ground, he frowned and asked in concern, “Lucianne, what’s wrong?”
She shook her head slightly and responded meekly, “Nothing. Just tired.”
He nodded in understanding. Most wolves had to travel a long way to Lycan territory so it was a given that they would be drained when they arrived. He turned to face everyone as he announced, “My fellow subjects, I thank you for making the trip here. Let this night be the beginning of a worthwhile collaboration between packs and species. Please have some food if you haven’t already. I would like to meet every one of you. Give me a few minutes. I will be right back to thank every pack who has assisted me these past few years. Enjoy the evening.”
The speech left everyone surprised. The King was never this welcoming. It was no secret that he hated this night every year. But now he was not only welcoming them with open arms, he promised to thank the helpful packs personally!
Disregarding the stares, he turned to Lucianne and said, “Lucianne, you should get some rest. Let me walk you back.”
She looked at her pack leaders in panic but Juan said, “We’ll be fine, Lucy. Go. You hardly slept last night.”
Xandar’s heart clenched again with Juan’s words but he chose to say nothing. When his hand fell on Lucianne’s small waist, she gasped and stiffened but made no move to push it away. So, he left his hand there as he led her out of the hall.
What do you think? Would you have let the King you hardly know lead you out of the hall like that?
Dear readers,We’ve come to the end of “The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King”. I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you who has given this book a chance, and for following through to the very end.I hope you can spare a few minutes to rate this novel and write a review here and on Goodreads. And hopefully, you liked the story enough to drop a Gem or two (or more) :)When I started typing away on my iPad, I told myself that I wanted to give readers not just a story, but an experience. I wanted the characters to be felt, not just imagined. I hope that some of the characters have inspired you, and touched your heart in more ways than one. Perhaps you’ve even developed a crush in the course of the story XDThat being said, and without giving too much away, I hope that:i) Lucianne has exemplified strength, resilience, self-worth, and has shown you the upside of opening up to new possibilities;ii) Xandar has exemplified how important it is to let those
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### Chapter 2: Chapter-2
As soon as they were out of the building, Xandar asked, “Why didn’t you sleep last night?”
“Border duty.” She answered simply.
“How is it that you had border duty the night before you were bound to travel?”
“The available members were either sick or had a family to look after. I didn’t want to flip anyone’s schedules upside down over this so I stood in place.” She shrugged. Her selfless answer exuded the nobility of a Queen, his Queen.
But something still bothered him. “Lucianne, why were you uncomfortable when your Alpha gave you credit for last year’s success? Why didn’t you just thank him and accept the praise?”
She snorted, and looked him dead in the eye as she declared, “I didn’t do it for the praise, your Hig… Xandar. When Alpha Juan got the request, I made it a point to my warriors that the ultimate aim of the battles was to keep innocent wolves safe. I drilled this thought into their heads day-in and day-out. They were to fight to protect, to fight with honour and nobility, not for the sake of pleasing anyone of a superior position.”
He listened to the strength of her voice, and his lips curled up as she continued, “I didn’t accept the praise because I didn’t do it for that. I didn’t do it for you either, Xandar. I respect you as my King but I didn’t fight the rogues for you. I fought for those who couldn’t fight. That’s why I didn’t accept the praise. I never will, so don’t try to get me to do it.”
His animal howled internally with immense joy and pride. He and the Lycan in him could not thank their Goddess enough. They were completely over the moon that the Moon Goddess bonded them to... a goddess. Noble. Selfless. Brave. Beautiful. What pique his interest most was her confident admission that she prioritized the lives of innocent wolves that she had never met over her ruler who everyone was obliged to please.
But somehow, she still seemed unreachable. He felt that she didn’t allow herself to get as close to him as he wanted her to. Then, there was that confusion about her willingness to reject him, or have him reject her. What was that about? Why would she ask for something like that?
He then recalled that she mentioned her ‘previous mates’. Mates. So, she was rejected more than once before. But why would she think that he was like the rest of them? He was not a wolf. Surely, Lycans were more known for their unwillingness to deny the mate bond, weren't they?
He admired her side profile in silence, taking in the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on. He hoped to learn everything about her one day, but for better or worse, he was dead certain that he would never let his mate go.
When they reached the hotel where they housed a portion of wolves, Lucianne was surprised that Xandar still insisted on following her until they reached her room. He stared at her scar with a frown as she unlocked the door. “Thank you for walking me back. Have a good night, Xandar.” Her sweet voice brought his gaze up to hers.
She took only one step into her room when Xandar grabbed her by her wrist and lifted her hand to his lips. She stiffened in shock as he planted a deep kiss on the back of her hand, sending a strong wave of sparks through her arm and then her entire body. He was still holding her hand when he locked eyes with her and uttered, “Goodnight, Lucianne.”
She retracted her hand, and entered her room before shutting the door behind her. Xandar stood in his spot, where he heard her sigh after she closed the door. He then heard cupboard doors opening and closing before her footsteps moved across the room, where he heard a second door being shut.
After some shuffling sounds, he heard the water from the shower, and the Lycan part of him was aroused by the thought of his mate naked in the bathroom. He walked away from her door in quick steps before his self-control evaporated. He could easily break the hinges and knock down the door if he wanted to. Ignoring his whimpering animal who would rather skip the meet-and-greet and spend the night with their mate, he returned to the hall and started making his rounds.
He found it amusing when pack leaders and warriors displayed their surprise after he expressed his gratitude to them. There were several self-entitled Alphas and snobbish Lunas who tried and failed lamentably to be noble as they humble-bragged. Xandar started taking an interest in scars on his subjects’ bodies.
The warrior from the Blood Eclipse Pack, Gamma Raden, had a scar on his face tracing down to his neck. If the scar went a little higher, he would’ve been rendered blind on one side. “How did it happen?” The King asked in concern as he gestured to the scar.
The warrior smiled graciously as he explained, “A rogue attack five years ago, your Highness. Our pack was attacked and we formed alliances with Blue Crescent and White Blood to eradicate the rogues.”
“Were many injured?” The King asked.
“We lost two wolves in the final attack, sadly, but the death toll was higher before our alliance. Although it’s displeasing to the eye, I must admit that this scar only brings me joy.” He said with a smile.
The King’s curiosity was pique. “What do you mean by that, Gamma Raden?”
Raden glanced at his pack leaders before he explained, “When the rogues attacked, some of us who had an above average strength took on more than one rogue at a time. When I kept taking on two at a time, the rogues took notice. All of a sudden, I found myself surrounded by five of them. One held me by my tail and its member slashed me from the side and gave me this scar.” He gestured to his face before continuing, “When the blood from my face was oozing, the Gammas from our ally packs pounced in and tore the rogues apart, leaving the rogue who slashed me for me to chase before I tore its throat.”
Raden smiled. “The scar brings me joy because it has been a long time since I knew I could count on someone from another pack to watch my back. I’m not an Alpha, and I’m not a member of their pack. They had no obligation to save me but they did.”
The King listened attentively before he confirmed, “Blue Crescent and White Blood, you say?”
“Yes, your Highness.” Raden said with a slight bow, and added, “The warrior from White Blood is Gamma Tobias Tristan. And you’ve already met the warrior from Blue Crescent, Gamma Lucianne Paw.”
Gamma Raden then glanced at his leaders again, who both have doubtful expressions. He cleared his throat, and with visible fear in his eyes, he began, “Your Highness?”
“Yes, Gamma Raden?” The King obliged with an encouraging smile.
The Gamma said cautiously, “I wasn’t standing very near where you were when you met Gamma Lucianne, so I’m not sure if what I heard was…what I heard.” He hesitated. “You mentioned that Lucy is your mate?”
“I did, and she is.” The King responded with a smile, despite the tint of jealousy he felt from the way this warrior called his mate ‘Lucy’ with such affection.
Gamma Raden nodded and said, “I’m not sure if you’re going to kill me for what I’m about to say, your Highness. But as I said, I owe her my life, so I think this is going to be a fair trade.” He chuckled once, before saying seriously, “Your Highness, I beg you, don’t hurt her. She is a good person who, for some unknown reason, was forced to go through with more than most.”
The King’s eyebrows were furrowed. He felt insulted. Why would this Gamma think that he, as Lucianne’s mate, couldn’t take care of her? Who the hell did this wolf think he was?! The King tried his best to keep his composure and declared in a serious tone, “I would never even think of hurting her. She’s my mate. I would start a war before I let her get hurt.”
“That’s good to know. It’s been an honour to meet you, your Highness.” Gamma Raden bowed.
The King smiled flatly and said, “Likewise, members of Blood Eclipse. Do enjoy the rest of the evening.” He walked away in quick steps as he felt the jealousy overtaking his body when Raden expressed so much concern for Lucianne. If he stayed any longer, he might have killed Raden.
When he was speaking to a Luna who was running her pack after the death of her husband the previous month, Xandar felt a hand run down his arm seductively, making him turn his sights to glare at the creature.
He asked in a dangerously-low tone, “What the hell are you doing?”
It was the daughter of his Defence Minister, Sasha Cummings, who smiled coyly at the King, making Xandar angrier.
“Sasha,” her father called out as he approached them.
The King growled again. “Should your daughter interfere in one of my conversations again, we’ll have to discuss your future and hers, Cummings.”
Sasha was left stunned but opted to say nothing, and held her head low as her father bowed and apologized, “I’m terribly sorry, your Highness. I should’ve been more alert. We’ll excuse ourselves now.”
The King’s glare remained on them until they were far enough for his comfort. He thought about Lucianne to calm himself before turning back to the Luna whom he was speaking to and said, “I apologize for the interruption, Luna Lyssa. We were talking about the construction works for a training ground in your pack if I’m not mistaken?”
Luna Lyssa didn’t expect an apology from the King, and was quite surprised by the sincerity from his words. When the King remembered where they left off in their conversation, she was more encouraged to show her enthusiasm when she spoke about her plans to mandate every able pack member to fight. The King supported her, and encouraged her to submit an application should she need help in terms of finances or trainers. She thanked him, and promised to keep his offer in mind.
When he left Luna Lyssa, Alpha Juan and Luna Hale approached him hastily and nervously. They stood before him and bowed. “Heads up, pack leaders of Blue Crescent. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Their raised heads were met with the King’s smiling eyes. No King in history was known to find meeting werewolves a ‘pleasure’, and no Lycan would bother offering a smile to their species, let alone the King himself.
Alpha Juan glanced at his mate, who nodded encouragingly. The Alpha looked at the King and spoke doubtfully, “My Gamma is your mate, your Highness?”
Now, he was getting pissed-off. His eyebrows furrowed as he said, “She is. Is there a problem?”
Alpha Juan muttered a ‘wow’ under his breath before speaking, “Your Highness, please understand I mean no disrespect for whatever comes out from my mouth next.” He cleared his throat and continued, “If you’re not… serious about… having her,” he swallowed a lump in his throat before proceeding, “…please let her go. I don’t want to see her hurt by the mate bond again. I’ve known her since we were kids. She’s like a sister to me. It pains me and my Luna to see her hurt.”
If Alpha Juan didn’t have a mate, Xandar was dead certain that he would have ripped the Alpha’s throat right then and there out of pure jealousy. Gamma Raden had already emptied his patience reservoir, and Xandar was clinging on to the thread of patience he had left for the night.
“Why would you think that I’m not serious about Lucianne, Alpha Juan?” He asked, taking some comfort in saying her name.
Alpha Juan said, “My King, I admit that I don’t know your intention with Lucy. Having just met you today, I have to say that I don’t know you at all so I cannot tell how this… mate bond is going to… progress. All I wanted to say is that...” he sighed like he was going to make one of the biggest mistakes of his life, “…she has gone through too much in one lifetime. Please, don’t hurt her.”
Alpha Juan looked like a man ready to receive his punishment after he finished speaking. Xandar was impressed with what Lucianne was capable of doing with her very existence. In one night, two wolves were ready to be punished just to tell him not to hurt her, and one was an Alpha.
He chuckled at his own thought before meeting Alpha Juan’s confused look as he declared, “Alpha Juan, my intention with Lucianne is to court her, mate and mark her and only her, have her mark me, and make her my Queen. I don’t know what I did to have you and Gamma Raden think that I will hurt my mate, but I can assure you that I can never bear to see Lucianne hurt, let alone hurt her.” He chuckled darkly before muttering, “If anything, she hurt me with what she said tonight.”
Luna Hale then stepped forward cautiously and explained, “Your Highness, p-please forgive her. It’s not in our position to speak about her past. But if she decides to tell you one day, you’ll understand why she said the things she did.”
Xandar nodded in understanding as he listened to her speak nervously. He then added with a smile, “You both need not be so afraid of me. I wouldn’t punish or kill without a proper basis. Logic and legality aside, I wouldn’t dream of killing my mate’s pack leaders who are just trying to look out for her.”
There was a moment of surprise before they bowed to display their gratitude. Xandar moved on to the next pack and two more after before he took his leave.
When Xandar arrived home, he made himself go through one file in the rogue stack before turning in for the night. He looked to the side of his bed, and he imagined Lucianne lying next to him. His hand subconsciously reached for the empty pillow and felt the coldness on its surface. His animal whimpered, missing their mate. He thought about being able to see her the next day and fell asleep with a smile.
Should Xandar worry about Raden? Do the two Gammas share a history?
I’m excited to know what you think!
Dear readers,We’ve come to the end of “The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King”. I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you who has given this book a chance, and for following through to the very end.I hope you can spare a few minutes to rate this novel and write a review here and on Goodreads. And hopefully, you liked the story enough to drop a Gem or two (or more) :)When I started typing away on my iPad, I told myself that I wanted to give readers not just a story, but an experience. I wanted the characters to be felt, not just imagined. I hope that some of the characters have inspired you, and touched your heart in more ways than one. Perhaps you’ve even developed a crush in the course of the story XDThat being said, and without giving too much away, I hope that:i) Lucianne has exemplified strength, resilience, self-worth, and has shown you the upside of opening up to new possibilities;ii) Xandar has exemplified how important it is to let those
Tears trickled from the corners of Lucianne’s eyes as the congregation clapped when Xandar came to the end of his wedding vows. Most of the women found it so heartfelt that they were already all teared-up. Even Christian pressed away the tears from his own eyes.After Xandar’s thumb wiped away his mate’s tears on her face, Lucianne cleared her throat and began reciting her vows which went through infinite drafts before this day, “Xandar, when we met, I was so blinded by my past that I almost gave up the best thing that was presented to me. You’ve always expressed how lucky you felt to be bonded to me but from the way I see it, I’ve been the lucky one.”“You asked me for a chance, a chance to show me that you’re different but you’re not just different, dearest. The way you lo
Six weeks later, the royal wedding took place, and it was the largest wedding in Lycan and werewolf history...because werewolves were never invited to a Lycan’s wedding, let alone the Lycan King and Queen’s wedding. In the confinement units of prison, the police once again tied each Kylton to a chair and placed the same televisions from the coronation day in each of their units, courtesy of the King. They taped the heiress’s mouth after her first scream this time. Xandar decided that he would use the short period of time after the wedding and before the honeymoon to tell Lucianne about forcing the Kyltons to watch her coronation and their wedding. He didn’t tell her when he sent out the order because he didn’t want Lucianne to blink her doe eyes and talk him out of doing what he wanted to do. It wasn’t as if he
Yarrington caught the Queen before she fell, handing her to the King as soon as he reached her side. Xandar rushed her to Dr Yeil’s medical centre. Christian, Annie, the alliance, Ken and Janice all waited along the corridor outside the doctor’s room.Xandar was looking at his mate’s unconscious body on the examination table in dismay. He felt her blacking out from across the hall, and the next thing he knew, he was witnessing her petite figure falling before the Education Minister caught her in swift motion.Dr Yeil extracted some blood, and got one of his nurses to go have it analysed. Two minutes into the body examination with his second nurse, Lucianne let out a moan. Xandar rushed to her side without a second thought and asked frantically, “Baby. Baby, can you hear me?”
A week later, the wolves flew to Lycan territory again to attend Lucianne’s coronation. Every living creature from Blue Crescent flew over, and they left the safety of their pack to the warriors from an ally pack.Every Lycan and werewolf who wasn’t at the ceremony turned on their televisions or went online to watch the live broadcast, even the prisoners. Greg sat in the cafeteria with a few new friends he made, beaming as Lucianne’s face came on screen.In a separate prison, the Aphaels and Tanners stared at the screen with zero enthusiasm. Livia was the only one with a scorn when Lucianne’s face came into view.In each of their solitary confinement units, the Kyltons were barking expletives when the police brought in high resolution television
Lucianne sat up and held her breath, as did everyone else. On the side, Greg seemed like he couldn’t care less what happened to him but it did concern him that Lucianne looked worried. She shouldn’t be under any stress given how hard the past few weeks had already been for her. He was only stealing momentary glances of her before but he was finding it difficult to look away now, until his cousin threw him a glare.Greg rolled his eyes just to annoy his cousin one more time before reluctantly looking away. Lucianne felt Xandar’s jealousy, so she pecked a quick kiss on his jawline to calm her beast. Xandar’s face softened, and he closed his eyes to take a whiff of her hair, indulging in her scent.Judge Cook cleared his throat and continued reading the judgment, “By law, the Duke’s act of poisoning t
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