The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Chapter 124

Chapter 124

Xandar fixed his death glare at the reporter who labeled his mate’s bravery and nobility as “undignified’. The King then asked in a low voice, “What is your name and who do you work for?”

The reporter swallowed a lump in his throat and opened his mouth but nothing came out. Xandar growled in impatience, and demanded in a roar, “Answer me!”

The reporter shook as he stuttered in response, “A-Apologies, m-my K-King. M-My name i-is Ian P Pollock, and I w-work for T&C News Corporation, your Hi-Highness.”

“Truthful & Credible News Corporation?” Xandar muttered his way.

The reporter nodded and tried his best to fidget less but the fear spurring in his being made it impossible for him to stand still.

Xandar huffed condescendingly and said, “SO, T&C’s stance is that a Queen fighting alongside her people i s undignified? That’s the truth your company is advocating for? And you and your colleagues claim to have the credibility to judge what is or is not dignified when it comes to what the Queen chooses to do?”

When there was nothing but the sound of Pollock’s fidgeting teeth in the parking lot, Xandar said, “Tell your boss I expect a front-page apology for what you just said about my mate. As for your career in reporting, it’s safe to say that it is time for an early retir”

as her tired black orbs peered into

the more mercy we show, the more they’ll try to push our boundaries. Take Cummings, for instance. We showed her mercy and she ended

didn’t object to imprisoning her. But this reporter was just doing his job. All of them here were just competing to report and write-up the next big scoop for their employers. They have professional targets to meet and families to feed.

on Lucianne’s forehead. He then turned back to the reporter who was already drenched in cold sweat as Xandar said, “If it were me, you’d be jobless and dead

that our species don’t leam very well from light punishments so I will be insisting on a six-month suspension and a personally-written

bowed as he uttered, “I convey my most

“You’ve received information about my condition, about the likelihood of a certain poison hindering particular aspects of my bodily function. Who gave you this

thought only Pollock had been tipped off at first but the scared and guilty faces of every other journalist and reporter before

a little before he said, “W-We don’t know, my Queen. It w-was an anonymous tip, a p

asked, his phone already out as

your Grace. B-But I can request my superiors to ask

a threatening tone,” You’d better make sure I get the number within the next hour.”

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