The 5-Time Rejected Gamma And The Lycan King Chapter 30

He smiled flatly, “I’m here to meet my future cousin-in-law.”

“Suddenly interested in who joins the family, I see.” Lucianne noted.

His eyes widened for a moment before he chuckled depressingly, “So, you have heard about me.”

Lucianne looked him dead in the eye and dropped her fake smile as she said, “You’ve clearly not heard about me.” She took another step forward and spoke in a low, homicidal tone, “If you think you can waltz in here and break me, then you clearly don’t know who you’re dealing with, your Grace. I would suggest that you drop the attitude before I make you drop it.”

Lucianne was walking away with Xandar before they heard Greg commented, “Bold words from the smallest wolf in the room to one of the strongest Lycans.” He spoke louder to garner the attention of all the Lycans and werewolves in the room.

Xandar growled angrily at Greg, and some Lycans flinched at his ferocity. By his side, Lucianne merely turned to face Greg with another fake smile as she uttered, “Ignorance is blissful, your Grace, until it gets you killed.” Greg seemed taken aback again.

Xandar then warned in a low tone, “Greg, if you want to stay, behave. Don’t make me kick you out for being disrespectful, too.”

“Hmph!” Greg walked the other way, clearly unhappy with how things played out. Sasha was right, this one was different from the other cousin’s mate. She mentioned that this pesky wolf beat the King in combat this morning but Sasha was certain that he let her win. ‘Ignorance is blissful’, he thought about what she said. He wasn’t ignorant that she beat the King but was Sasha even right that the King held back?

The distaste looks that the werewolves were shooting his way despite his esteem position among Lycans is making him doubt the pesky wolf’s position among her community. She was a Gamma, so she was the best warrior in her pack. Her pack. Why were the other packs so agitated? Now that he had pissed-off all the werewolves, they wouldn’t give him anything more than a fake smile and a one-sentence answer. Some of them even faked ignorance. Did they have any idea who he was?! He was one of the only two Dukes in the Kingdom! How dare they behave like that around him!

As he left the room in humiliation, he thought about his cousin’s mate. This small she-wolf was the first creature to be able to direct his verbal attack back to himself. Oddly enough, he started developing an interest for this creature.

To Xandar’s and Christian’s relief, Greg didn’t show up for tea or dinner. Lucianne continued to introduce pack members to the King and his second-in-command as they both took note of what each pack was asking for. The wolves were surprised and grateful for the chance to be heard. Whenever Lucianne stood to take some food or drink alone, pack members she had never met would walk up to her with a problem that their pack is facing. They felt more at ease to meet her alone first before being introduced to the King himself.

She felt honoured to help bridge the packs with their King. The part she minded was having to risk meeting conceited pack leaders. In these situations, she will ask them a simple ‘so, can you tell me the kind of aid that your pack requires?’ before deciding whether she wanted to continue with the conversation. Some Alphas and Gammas whom she had never met just introduced themselves because they wanted to meet her. The conversations were appropriate so she took interest in getting to know those she had yet to meet.

Somewhere in the middle of dinner, Xandar and Christian were discussing the aid the Moonhowl pack was asking for after rogues destroyed their borders. Seeing that the pack members no longer needed encouragement to speak to Xandar, Lucianne got up for a second refill of her water. After filling her glass, she leaned against the refreshments table for a moment to take a sip and took a quiet moment to herself.

Then, a warm breath graced her ear, “Hey.”

She jumped to the side because she recognized that voice. Some of the water from her glass splashed on the floor but thankfully the floor was carpet so it didn’t make much of a mess.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay, Lucianne?” Sebastian asked guiltily.

“Excuse me, there are people I need to speak to.” Lucianne said flatly and tried to turn to leave.

Sebastian dashed to block her way, “I just want to talk.”

“You have no right to make demands.” Lucianne spat.

Sebastian looked uncomfortably at the floor as he muttered, “I know. There’s not a day that goes by that I wish I did differently, that I wish I did better by you. You were a gift, and I was a fool not to see that.”

Lucianne listened and said indifferently, “Noted, thank you.”

She tried to walk around him but he stopped her again. He said, “I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I was a scum.” He chuckled sadly, “I’m a Lycan but what I did was low for any species, and I’m going to keep apologizing to you until you forgive me. I don’t care how long it’ll take.”

She rolled her eyes, “Save your breath, Cummings. I’ve already forgiven you. I forgave you for myself so that I could move on. If you think I did it for you or that I would ever do it for you, you’re dead wrong.”

She only took one step to her side when he blocked her again, hurt evident in his eyes, “Just… here.” He lifted up a book she didn’t see him holding, “I got you this. I remember you mentioning your interest in learning about the psychology behind becoming a better warrior. I thought of you when I saw this. Just think of it as a gift from a friend.”