The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Chapter 227 Two Hundred and Twenty-Seven

He waited for two minutes and started getting bored, so he got up and his back faced the door as he stretched out his body to stop himself from falling asleep. The door opened, and without turning around, he scoffed darkly and spoke in arrogance, “I must say, I’m impressed. Here I thought your slower brain would take more time to...” he turned, and saw a beautiful Lucianne
looking straight at him, making Greg’s cocky eyes widened in horror and guilt before he fell on one knee and said, “My Queen. I am so sorry. I convey my most sincere apologies. I thought you were—”
“The King?” Lucianne asked as she remained standing in her navy blue dress.

Greg looked uneasy when he nodded and said, “Or the other Duke...I1 didn’t think your mate would allow you in here.” What the f*ck were his cousins thinking?! If it were Greg, he’d never allow it. Lucianne nodded with a flat smile and said, “Well, he wasn’t going to. Have a seat, your Grace.”

‘He wasn’t going to? She argued her way to come here? This had to be important’, Greg thought to himself.

As soon as they were seated facing each other at the small square table, Lucianne’s eyes were pinned on her entwined fingers before Greg asked, “What seems to be troubling you, my Queen?” Lucianne looked like she was choosing her words carefully. Finally, she spoke, “The monarchy is submitting a recommendation, and we can’t come to a consensus of what we should propose to the legal system without knowing why you chose to... incriminate yourself.”

Greg raised his eyebrows and answered, “Wasn’t that the right thing to do, my Queen?”

Lucianne locked her eyes with his and said, “You very well know that’s not what I meant, your Grace. You could have done this years ago. Why now?”

Why now? She was still asking that despite the recordings? He looked away as he uttered, “I doubt you’ll believe me when I say this but...” he cleared his throat and continued, “It’s...difficult... to not give you what you want.”

That answer and his uneasy demeanor were enough to convince everyone watching them that Greg was sincere, that this was NOT a tactical move in some hidden scheme. There was no scheme. His voice echoed only vulnerability. Lucianne felt her mate’s jealousy building up strong and fast, so she moved on to her next question, “When you helped start the corruption scheme, no doubt not knowing that the Kyltons were the people you were working with, did you feel that it was...wrong?”

even harder for her when she did that. They probably couldn’t reach a consensus on the monarchy’s recommendation because Lucianne somehow hoped that he was sorry for

when answered her question, “No, I never felt that way. I’m sorry,

asked, “You're sorry

lot

encouragingly, using the voice she only used when she spoke to her

continued, “I doubt you wanted the shelter of prison. And you knew that handing over the evidence AND yourself with it would only make your life more difficult than if you chose to run away. But you stayed anyway. And I don’t see any fear in your eyes,

poison, even though you could have kept it hidden, even though you could’ve brought that secret to your grave. Confessing to harming the Duchess only makes your situation worse, not better. But you did it

to crimes that grave is far from commendable, my Queen.” Greg muttered. How could she see any good in that? There was NOTHING right about

and your cousins are equally stubborn, more

behaving like his slow- thinking cousins, and he hated more that he upsetted Lucianne but he didn’t know what to say. With

out the truth later. Even if he wanted to lie, his animal wouldn’t have allowed it. They already upsetted

the same poison, my Queen, I wanted nothing more than to capture, torture and kill the person who was behind it. In my mind, the ones

his frank response before she asked, “So, you regret what you

chance that I didn’t get myself.” 1 Lucianne furrowed her eyebrows, crossed her arms and leaned back into her chair as she challenged, “And how is offering someone a chance to capture, torture