The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Chapter 133

“Your Grace, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The young female Lycan said and offered an obligatory bow to Annie.

Annie retumed the gesture and smiled warmly at the brown-haired beauty as she said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you too. May I know your name?”

“I’m Dorothy Dawson, your Grace. I’m here as someone’s plus-one. And if I may, your Grace, I have a buming question that I hope you don’t mind me asking.” Her green eyes sparked mischief as her pastel lips curled up into a grin, showing her braces holding the two rows of teeth together.

Annie continued smiling as she asked amicably, “What would you like to know, Dorothy?”

“How do you do it, your Grace? How do you be okay with…not being able to give the Duke a child?”

Annie’s eyebrows raised in surprise before she asked in concern, “Dorothy, are you facing pregnancy problems? Because…” 1

“Oh, I’m not, your Grace. I doubt I would. I just wanted to know how you mustered the self-esteem to stand next to the second most powerful creature in the Kingdom with so little to offer.” She blinked her green eyes like she was just asking an innocent question, when in fact, it was clearly an attempt to make Annie feel small and unworthy. 1

When Annie realized what Dorothy was doing, the Duchess put aside her sympathy she initially felt for this young woman before she said, “A woman is more than a baby-making machine, Dorothy. I’m here to support my husband as a wife and as Duchess.”

“But we’ve never seen you before in these things. Why the sudden need for support? Is the Duke facing a certain problem that requires your presence with him?” There was that glint in her eye again. She knew

more than she was saying. Seeing that Annie was speechless, Dorothy continued, “Your Grace, you seem a little tongue-tied. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I was simply trying to understand the level of self-entitlement one requires to…”

“To join a government event and speak to anyone she pleases?” Lucianne’s stern voice came loud and strong from the side. The fast clicks of her heels itself exudes confidence.

Xandar mind-linked her that Annie needed help when his sharp hearing caught bits of the conversation between the Duchess and Dorothy. Lucianne abruptly paused her own conversation with Phelton and excused herself before making quick steps towards the Duchess.

“Your Highnesses.“ Dorothy bowed in the King and Queen’s way. They both nodded curtly in acknowledgment.

When Dorothy’s head was raised, she let out a light chuckle before she said, “Well, this is quite a surprise. I didn’t expect to have the opportunity to speak to you so soon, my Queen.” She knew that pleasing Lucianne was more important than pleasing the King, so her efforts were solely to butter-up the wolf, as much as she was dreading it on the inside.

Lucianne smiled menacingly as she said, “Well, perhaps you didn’t expect to speak to a Queen-to-be but creature-to-creature, we’ve already spoken in last year’s collaboration, Dorothy Dawson.”

Her eyes widened in genuine surprise at Lucianne knowing her full name even without an introduction. Dorothy faked an apologetic look as she said, “Oh, this is embarrassing. I don’t seem to recall our

encounter, your Highness.” On the inside, she prayed that she didn’t do anything to insult her. 1

Her prayers were denied when Lucianne said, “Hm. That’s hardly surprising. I doubt you remember the number of wolves you insulted in the ladies room last year. When I was defending my Luna after you insulted her dressing, you told me to shut my mouth before you used your boyfriend’s influence to burn

m y pack to the ground.” Dorothy froze in fear as Xandar’s eyes turned onyx. And as if the King’s seething anger wasn’t enough, Dorothy began to feel something else.

There was something radiating from Lucianne, an energy which was compelling Dorothy to avert her gaze and hold her head down. Even Xandar and Annie felt it. Dorothy’s mouth quivered, and her mind suddenly felt like a vacant room. Hollow, cold and lonely. Her own animal was covering its eyes and curled into a ball in fear of what was going to happen next.

Just then, Christian returned and asked Annie cheerfully, “Hey, sorry I took so long. What did I miss?” Registering the daunting energy from the Queen, his cousin’s onyx orbs, and his mate’s discomfort, Christian’s smile faltered as he studied the woman before them.

A young man appeared by Dorothy’s side, and bowed without greeting the royals. He then tugged Dorothy’s arm as he whispered, “Dory, what are you doing? Come on.”

Lucianne’s sights shifted to him as she asked, “Mr Martin, is this your girlfriend?”

“Uh…y-yes, my Queen.“ The young blonde responded carefully. The chatters in the hall were dying down.

“What an interesting creature you’ve chosen, one who has the audacity to question the presence of a Duchess.” Lucianne noted, making Christian’s own eyes turn onyx.

Herbert Martin immediately fell on one knee before he apologized, “I am deeply sorry for my girlfriend’s… insubordination, my Queen. Please, forgive us. It won’t happen again.” Like his girlfriend, he knew better than to anger the Queen.

It was clear from the collaboration mishaps that if the King was angered, the Queen would calm him. But the King himself would never think of restraining his mate from unleashing her wrath on any of them. The whole dining hall was silent at this point when everyone saw a Lycan kneeling before Lucianne.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Toby, from afar, muttered to himself, “Oh, goddess. What now, Lucy?” Juan and Hale were getting worried, too.

Lucianne looked at Herbert Martin, who, in the previous year, touched her lower back with no remorse before she slapped him. He smirked coyly in retum like she did no damage to his very thick skin. Lucianne would’ve pounced on him right then and there if Juan hadn’t held her back. Tate and Toby growled to shoo Herbert away before Juan released his grip on his frantic sister. As furious as they all were at what happened, they knew that challenging a Lycan would never end well for the wolf so the matter was swept under the mat. But that was last year.

This year, Lucianne was not going to let Herbert or his girlfriend get away with disrespecting her or Annie. Lucianne simpered, “Insubordination, Mr Martin? That’s putting it too lightly, don’t you think? This is a matter of willful disrespect, the respect that should be given to any individual, not just to a superior figure in the Kingdom.”

Lucianne’s sights returned to Dorothy before she said, “You seem a little tongue-tied, Ms Dawson. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I was simply trying to understand the level of self-entitlement one requires to poke into the personal life of another.”

After a moment, Dorothy quivered as she said, “I-I apologize, my Queen.”

“Whatever for? Was I the one you said those insidious words to?” Lucianne continued to press mercilessly.

Dorothy’s head raised to meet Annie’s eyes before Christian’s glare compelled her to look down as she uttered as loudly as she could manage, “I’m sorry, your Grace. I am so sorry for my behavior.”

Herbert stood slowly, and placed an arm over his girlfriend’s shoulder before he asked cautiously, “I can assure you that it won’t happen again, your Graces. Would you forgive her?”

Annie threw Lucianne a grateful smile, which seemed to have calmed Christian a little. The Duchess gave Herbert and Dorothy a nod, and one could see the relief in their eyes as they started taking steps back.

Just then, Lucianne spoke again, “Now, where are you two going?”

Their relief vaporized as Lucianne noted, “Forgiveness is not a dismissal. None of us have dismissed you two yet.”

The two stood rooted to their spot, and Xandar had to close his eyes to take a whiff from his mate’s hair to calm himself as Lucianne spoke, “Dorothy, what business do you have here?”

*I-I’m his plus-one, y-your Highness.” “That wasn’t the question, Dorothy. I asked: what business do you have here? In other words, what contribution are you intending to make by being here? Are you here to contribute as a minister, a future minister, a warrior, a leader, an expert, perhaps?”

“N-No, my Queen.”

“And you, Mr Martin. Are you here as a future minister, the son who will follow in his mother’s footsteps?” Lucianne questioned. Anyone could hear the sarcasm in her voice, and things weren’t any better when everyone knew that his mother was arrested for corruption charges.

“W-Well, I hope to do better, my Queen.”

“Better how?”

He was dumbfounded. No one had ever asked him that before. He fumbled over his words unintelligibly for a moment before Xandar decided he had had enough of the nonsense. The King pecked a sweet kiss on his mate’s temple before he glared at the two youngsters and said, “If you two have no business here, then you shouldn’t be here in the first place. Do you need to be escorted out?”

“N-No, my King. We’ll take our leave now. Thank you.”

As they made their way out, Lucianne pecked a kiss on Xandar’s jawline. The lilac shades were returning a s they focused on her soft, black orbs but the moment was short-lived when Xandar’s eyes caught something at the dining hall entrance.

Lucianne turned to see what her mate was seeing, and was surprised to see two policemen behind four ministers. The two men in uniform stood in front of Herbert and Dorothy, preventing them from leaving. And the four ministers were pacing towards the royals in quick steps.