The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

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.

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m not your type, not good enough for you, not pretty

 

 

 

as he growled, “I didn’t

 

 

 

as a sign of apology. No right-minded wolf would

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

he asked in a dangerously low tone,

 

 

 

for now, and I do acknowledge that I feel the sparks but whether I want the rejection… hm, I honestly don’t know. But

 

 

 

“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

 

 

 

nodded grudgingly once and bit her bottom lip as she dove

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

to say something but closed it after a second thought. She smiled meekly and shook her head slightly before

 

 

 

as he said, “I’m sorry I yelled at you. But don’t lie to me, please. Tell

 

 

 

his heart clenching by her saddened look. She composed herself and muttered, “I can’t understand why you

 

 

 

that it helped. In a room filled with Lycans and werewolves known for their sharp hearing, it was without a doubt that everyone

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

the scar on her arm with her left hand but she wasn’t

 

 

 

sparks erupting from that area. With his eyes still fixed there, he asked in a

 

 

 

shrugged, “It was just the rogues. Five, maybe six years ago. It’s just a dried-up part of the

 

 

 

appearance never healed. He then locked eyes with Lucianne as he asked in dismay, “How

 

 

 

“Your Highness, I’m…”

 

 

 

“Xandar.”

 

 

 

“What?”

 

 

 

call me by my title or my full name. It’s just Xandar to

 

 

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