The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Chapter 201 Two Hundred and One

Greg surveyed the mansion on his first day when the head servant gave him a tour to make sure he knew his way around. In secret, he took mental notes on the locations he could use to place the hidden recording devices that he hid in his slightly oversized shoes when he left his apartment.

So, thanks to the device near the fireplace, the Duke heard the whole conversation between the mother and daughter. His animal growled at the mention of demolishing Blue Crescent as the Kylton’s ‘contingency plan’, and Greg thanked Goddess that he was alone in his dark room pretending to be asleep when he eavesdropped. But he had a good laugh with his animal when Kelissa said that she wasn’t stupid. She couldn’t even keep him under her reins. Her chauffeur didn’t even check his shoes for the recording devices he brought with him.

There wasn’t even a single camera or recording device in the guest room they gave him. Not one. He checked. Six times.

He still checked for them if he had been away from his room. If Kelissa Kylton wasn’t stupid, then she had to be as dim as a fused lightbulb covered in a thick layer of dust that repelled anyone allergic to her foolishness.

And then there was what Kelissa said about what he and his cousins see in Lucianne... seriously? She needed an explanation for that? The way they smiled itself were at opposite ends of the spectrum...if Kelissa were even worthy to share the same spectrum as Lucianne at all!

Lucianne radiated a contagious warmth, raw beauty, inspirational intellect, killer sarcasm and noble ferocity. The heiress, on the other hand...Oh, Goddess, where should Greg even begin? Kelissa exuded only a_ shuddering presence, and the makeup she wore in no way covered up the sinister, conceited and selfish persona many people knew her by.

should count herself lucky that her family’s money and reputation had always gotten her through without being laughed at or stepped on for her lack of common sense and

himself muttering, “If Kylton became Queen, Goddess help

he was done judging, he prayed that Billy, Lance and the rest of his underground people

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pathetic advisors and snobbish Kyltons for breakfast like he did everyday since he arrived. For some reason, it was always the seat next to Livia that was empty. He tried to come down

both knew that they had to put up with the nonsense for a little while longer. Greg was envious of his own animal when it could growl and groan in annoyance

the first day, playing hard to get, much to Greg’s relief. The second day, however, she tried to get him to open up and speak to her. ‘Just kill me’, Greg thought every time he’d have to respond to her empty questions to hold a dull conversation. He wondered why she didn’t just continue  playing hard to get to make his life

butter, and her thin, white camisole made the red push-up bra underneath too obvious to miss. Livia felt Greg’s eyes on her when she reached for the butter, and her animal

was indeed looking at her, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her by her neck, fracture it, throw her against the glass cabinets

to the food on his plate to hide the onyx shade as he chanted Lucianne’s name with his animal to calm himself. He would go so far as to recall her smile, her laugh and those little moments when she was appearance- conscious for no apparent reason. ‘Beautiful’, he thought to himself as