The 5-Time Rejected Gamma And The Lycan King Chapter 25

Lucianne narrowed her eyes at her mate and said, “Xandar, you asked for this.”

Hale then chirped in, “Lucy, forgive them. Men don’t always know what they want.”

“That’s true.” Xandar agreed without hesitation and locked eyes with Lucianne before he proceeded to say, “But there are certain things that I can never be more sure of.” He kissed her on her cheek and watched as she blushed. She pressed her lips together to force back her smile, internally frustrated that she could never control the warmth that would creep up her cheeks whenever Xandar kissed her.

They got breakfast and sat together as they ate. Lucianne invited the members of White Blood over, who gave suggestions on how they think the government can facilitate their efforts in providing training to untrained packs.

Xandar tried his best to control the jealousy he felt whenever he caught Lucianne and Gamma Tobias throwing each other knowing glances and cheeky smirks as Alpha Tate spoke. Even the Alpha was stealing glances at her whenever Lucianne wasn't looking.

Xandar held onto Lucianne's hand and pecked kisses on it from time to time to remind her that his feelings for her are real, and to make an implied statement to the Gamma and the Alpha that Lucianne was his mate.

About half an hour before training was bound to start, everyone left the dining hall to change into their training attire. They then gathered at the royal training ground.

Unlike during meals, there were fewer present since many Lycans didn’t feel comfortable sharing the ground with wolves. They used their old age as an excuse to escape the need to train. The Lycans who were there were more open, although hesitantly open, to the werewolf community.

Everyone was to pair up and spar with their partner on a mat beneath their feet. These first two weeks, the training was to be non-shifted combat. The remaining two weeks will be shifted combat.

As the Defense Minister, Alfred Cummings spoke a few words with his deputy, Pierre Whitlaw, by his side. Lucianne and Xander stood side-by-side. She changed into a sleeveless top and her yoga pants hugged her figure. Her hair was tied up into a tight bun. Xandar was also in a sleeveless shirt and shorts as he glared at any male who was looking at his mate’s body.

At the end of Cummings’s speech, Xandar received a brotherly pat on the shoulder before a voice called out, “Your Highness.”

Xandar saw who it was and pulled the man into a friendly hug as he said, “Goddess, it’s you! It’s great that you could make it, Christian. How’s Annie?”

The man smiled in satisfaction, “Good. The trip away did get rid of the stress she had been enduring for months from work.”

Xandar then pulled Lucianne to his side and said, “Lucianne, this is my cousin from my mother’s side and my second-in-command, Christian Blackfur. We grew up together and he worked for hours into the night with me when I first ascended the throne. He was the one who suggested that we start scrutinizing our laws.”

Lucianne bowed politely and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, your Grace. Thank you for all you’ve done to help the werewolves.”

To her shock, Christian took her hand and knelt on one knee before kissing it and letting it go as he stood, “My Queen, you shouldn’t have to bow to me. It is an honour to finally meet you. I’ve read many great things about the Blue Crescent Pack.”

Embarrassed, Lucianne said, “Your Grace, please don’t do that again. And I’m not your Queen.”

“Yet.” He chuckled and said with a cheeky grin as his eyes fixed on Xandar, who was looking at Lucianne with nothing but love and adoration.

“I should…” Lucianne said and started pointing in the direction where most of the werewolves were, “...go help them train.”

Christian’s voice stopped her, “My Queen, if you don’t mind. I would love to watch you spar our strongest Lycan here. Wolves take training more seriously than Lycans do. Your pack is so strong that Xandar and I have a theory: one day, even a wolf can go against a Lycan. And from what I’ve been hearing in between the gossip of the crowd, you’re the best of your kind.”

Lucianne was a little lost for words. Xandar thought she was hesitant and said comfortingly, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Lucianne.”

Cheekiness sparked in Lucianne, and she smirked at Xandar as she said, “You’re not scared of being beaten by a little wolf now, are you, your Highness?”

“Now we’re talking!” Chirstian’s excited voice shouted out.

Xandar’s look of concern was quickly replaced with a short stint of surprise before he took on Lucianne’s challenge with a cocky smirk, “You asked for this, sweetheart.”

They took their positions on the mat, and the Lycans and wolves training closer to them started to lose focus when they saw that there was going to be a spar between their species. They slowed down but kept working on their techniques.

Lucianne had a serious look on her face as she assessed Xandar’s built. He was tall so leaping over him will definitely be a challenge. If she’s lucky, she can dodge his attack by slipping under his legs.

Xandar had a cocky grin as he sprinted in her direction. She let him come at her and let him throw the punches. She had years to train her speed and was dodging his punches in swift motions until she saw her chance and used all the force in her leg to knock Xandar off his feet.