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”

two-week suspension would do.’ Lucianne linked him, as her tired black orbs peered into

‘Babe, the more mercy we show, the more they’ll try to push our boundaries. Take Cummings, for instance. We

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. It was

planting a deep kiss on Lucianne’s forehead. He then turned back to the reporter who was

observation when I say 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 apology

looked at Lucianne and bowed as he uttered, “I

“You’ve received information about my condition, about

the scared and guilty faces of every other journalist

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

the number?” Christian asked, his phone already out as he waited for Pollock to

as he said, “I-I don’t know, your Grace. B-But I

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

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