The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Chapter 146

Xandar looked at the ground in guilt for a moment before meeting his mate’s black orbs as he said,” Because they hid it, Lucy. The Claws hid it. They shared a good relationship with Reagan’s parents, so they ordered historians to write Rosalie off completely. The first Claw King…used his Authority to compel them to do it. With his Authority, he compelled the rest of the Kingdom to never speak about Rosalie ever again.”

“Portraits and any written work documenting her life story was burnt. The only reason a part of her has been successfully incorporated into a school idiom was because linguists were clever enough to work their way around the King’s Authority and subtly…inserted her and Reagan into something that lived on, transcending lifetimes and generations.”

“But if everything about her is gone, how is it that this portrait exists?”

“This wasn’t kept by our kind.” Xandar’s eyes were serious when he said, “This portrait is a duplicate copy gifted by the vampires to the descendants of Rosalie’s distant relatives long after the first Claw King passed away.”

“Vampires?” Lucianne asked in disbelief.

“Amazing, wasn’t she?” Xandar said with a smile. “As a doctor, Rosalie treated everyone, regardless of species. She even successfully operated on a high-ranking vampire once, which their entire species was eternally grateful for. The vampires were not affected by the King’s Authority, of course, not being a wolf o I Lycan. So, they kept Rosalie in their history.”

read from books published by their species, and hidden by mine. It took me decades before I was able to find enough material to piece her story from head to tail. Some historians even

her. Xandar wrapped his arms around Lucianne’s abdomen and whispered, “Rosalie’s eyes are lilac like the rest of us in human form. But her eye color painted here is her animal’s. They were as blue as sapphires…like

and asked, “Were there other Lycans like her?

depiction of what she looked like. Some argue that her hair color only looked brown under the sun, and that it was actually black most of the time. Those dots on her face could very well be faint rashes from crying too often. They’re not freckles. She cried to herself a lot after her first two rejections. Some say the rashes lightened when she met Reagan but no one knows

chose to wake up everyday was the time the Prince awoke from his sleept o call out his mate’s name. The only difference was that Rosalie was bonded to the Crowned Prince, Lucianne herself was bonded to

a small voice, “Do you…do you

reincarnated from them?”

her eyebrows before he whispered, “It’s possible. If we are, then it certainly explains why the Moon Goddess saw it fit to make you immune to certain poisons, and give you the ability to smell them. I doubt Rosalie could smell the Oleander in her tea when she took it. And she clearly didn’t heal from it. But you can smell it, Lucy. And you healed from

a striped tail?” Lucianne

that, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” Lucianne leaned the side of her head against his chest and listened to

Authority cannot be used to compel creatures to mate and mark a creature that they themselves don’t want. I would’ve never been able to forgive myself if what happened to

it with his thumb, he asked,