The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Chapter 163

Mr Clark began, “Mr Dupont, in your years as minister, did you ever have direct access to government

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“No. I’m only a deputy. Marie is the one with direct access.”

“So, you can’t access the funds without her approval?” Mr Clark clarified.

“Well, to be fair, neither of us can access it unless the government, as a whole, approves it.” Dupont

clearly rehearsed this well versed answer.

“So, the funds which were disbursed were approved by the government?”

“Yes, it was to be given to wolf packs. But I have no clue how a part of it ended up in my account. I can

tell you I was shocked beyond words when I was informed about it.”

Mr Clark smiled at his impeccable answer. “And do you keep your phone with you at all times, Mr

Dupont?”

“No, that’d be ridiculous! I leave it on all parts of the house all the time.”

“So, it is possible that one of your ten servants could have accessed it without your knowledge, if they

were being careful enough.”

“It’s very possible, Mr Clark.”

“As for your daughter’s education, isn’t it true that she works part-time, hence earning a decent wage?”

Dupont smiled with pride. “She does, indeed.”

“Thank you, Mr Dupont.”

The prosecutor got back up for the re-examination. “Mr Dupont, how much does your daughter earn in

her part-time job?”

“I don’t know about that.”

The prosecutor faced the judge and said, “My Lord, I ask that the accused’s daughter, Ms Dupont, be

called to the stand to be questioned.”

“Objection, my Lord! Ms Dupont has no involvement in the corruption charges against my client.”

The prosecutor argued, “My Lord, we need Ms Dupont to verify the salary she earns to assess whether

the amount was sufficient to contribute to her studies as Mr Clark was suggesting.”.

Judge Cook looked irritated when he asked the prosecutor, “Do you have no evidence of her income,

prosecutor?”

The prosecutor immediately said, “We do, my Lord. But we thought it’d be better if Ms Dupont was called

to verify the evidence we have.”

“And waste the court’s time, prosecutor? Not on my watch. Where’s the evidence?” Judge Cook thrusted

a hand as he asked for the evidence. The deputy, who was flipping through the bundle of documents,

found it when her colleague was speaking to the judge, s o the prosecutor wasted no time before

handing it over to Judge Cook.

When the paper touched Judge Cook’s hand, he put on his reading glasses as he asked, “Was the

accused given a copy of this?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

After the judge skimmed through the payslip the prosecutor obtained from Ms Dupont’s employer, he

said, “Proceed with the accused, prosecutor. Ms Dupont need not be called to the stand for this.”

The prosecutor gave Dupont a copy of the payslip and said, “According to your daughter’s payslip, Mr

Dupont, she only earns seven hundred dollars a month as a waitress in a cocktail bar. Needless to say,

she wouldn’t have been able to pay her tuition fee without your help.”

“I didn’t say she paid it without my help.”

“So, you’ve helped her without knowing that there was a huge gap between your annual salary and her

annual tuition fee?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any outstanding loans?”

“N… I don’t recall.” He was about to say ‘no’ until he noticed Mr Clark giving him a look, so he abruptly

changed his answer.

“Well, then. Let me enlighten you, Mr Dupont. You have no outstanding loans. Your bankers confirmed

this.”

“It’s good to know, I suppose.” Dupont said it like it was no big deal. Xandar had to rely on Lucianne’s

scent, touch and her cooing

through their mind-link to stop himself from shifting to tear Dupont to bits.

The prosecutor forced a smile, and deduced, “It is good to know indeed, Mr Dupont. Since you borrowed

nothing from the banks, whatever you’ve been spending for the past eighteen years belongs to the

government.”

When the examination was officially over, Judge Cook announced that the trial would proceed with

hearing Marie Martin’s testimony in the morning, followed by Pierre Whitlaw’s in the afternoon. The court

adjourned in the late evening, and everyone went back with mental and emotional fatigue.

Lucianne and Xandar were soaking in the bathtub when they both heard Xandar’s phone ringing in the

room. Lucianne immediately tried to get out but was pulled back into her mate’s embrace. When the

phone rang a second time, Lucianne looked at him with her doe-eyes and persuaded him to end their

bath session.

He groaned and muttered, “If that turns out to be anything less than an emergency, I’m going to kill the

caller.”

Lucianne then said, “Calm down, my darling. The call may be important.”

After wrapping his mate up in a towel, he kissed her cheek before uttering, “Nothing can be as important

as my mate-time with m y little freesia.”

After Lucianne fastened a towel around his waist while Xandar pecked kisses on her shoulder and

collarbone, he lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bed. His phone had stopped ringing. When he

checked on it, he muttered, “This better be good, Yarrington.”

“Behave, my King.” Lucianne reminded him with stern eyes as she paused in her steps on her way to the

cupboard.

He strode over to peck a kiss on her forehead and uttered, “As you wish, my Queen.”

As Xandar made a call to the minister, he watched Lucianne taking her sports bra and underwear out of

the drawer before placing them on the bed. She then let the towel fall, and the animal in him couldn’t

help but walk to her to help her pull her underwear up her smooth legs.

Right after he pecked a kiss on the cheek of her butt through the thin fabric, Yarrington’s voice came

through, “Your Highness, I apologize for calling you at this hour but I thought you’d like to know that

we’ve assessed and verified every sexual harassment complaint, and there appears to be a need to

suspend and replace Alivia for now.”

Xandar’s anger returned, and Lucianne detected this. After he had helped hook her bra, she guided his

free hand to her breast. With her small hands over his large one, her fingers prompted his hand to

squeeze her breast slowly and gently as she pressed her lipst

o swallow the moans threatening to spill out.

Xandar’s anger subsided but his arousal intensified. The scent of Lucianne’s arousal and his own was

making his animal impatient, The King tried to focus when he asked Yarrington, “Anyone else?”

“Just the ones who were already suspended or arrested, my King. So, it’s Caunterberg, Alivia,

Cummings, Whitlaw, Marie’s two sons, and Marie herself.”

“Marie herself?!” Xandar exclaimed. Sleeping with Lycans who wanted government contracts was clearly

not enough for her, now Yarrington was telling him that she even tried to hit on creatures from the

collaboration?! How did her mate even put up with that length of disloyalty before he died in the

accident?! Did he take some kind of drug to numb the pain when his mate was f*cking someone else?

Yarrington heaved a sigh of disappointment and said, “A surprise for all of us, my King. I’ll send these to

the police now? I don’t suppose there’s anything else the government can do.”

“Yes, hand it over to them. The police and the courts will take it from here. Thank you, Yarrington.”

Xandar tried not to sound too hasty in ending the call as his hand snuck under his mate’s bra to feel her

hardened nipple. Lucianne started to lean against his body for support. Her own stability was weakening,

and she was finding it increasingly difficult to hold her moans in.

“It’s a pleasure to serve, your Highness. And Weaver and I send our best to the Queen.”

“Thank you, Yarrington. Goodnight.”

As soon as he tapped the red button, he emitted a low growl as he said, “That was NOT an emergency.”

He threw his phone on the couch before his other hand went under Lucianne’s bra as he kneaded and

whispered in his husky voice, “THIS is an emergency.”

“Ohh…” Lucianne moaned with closed eyes. Her hands went behind her back to unhook the bra and her

breasts were set free. Xandar pushed the bra down her arms, and spun her around before lowering her

onto the bed.

After sucking on her sexy neck, Xandar moved between her legs as he spoke in his deep and alluring

voice, “I’m thirsty, my flower. I’d like a drink, please.” He teased her by licking her p*ssy through the thin

underwear before Lucianne’s hands came to try to push

it down.

Xandar helped her from there, lifting her legs high up as he slipped the fabric off. When he placed her

legs back on the bed, Lucianne parted them for him, and Xandar growled appreciatively as he started

licking her already-wet folds. It didn’t take long before Lucianne’s body jerk upwards, releasing the drink

Xandar that was thirsty for, and the Lycan King moaned in satisfaction as he lapped up every single drop.

After positioning himself at her entrance, he continued kissing her neck before Lucianne whimpered,

“Just do it, Xandar.”

“As you wish, my Queen.”

When he entered, he, too, let out a moan. As they took it slow in the first few thrusts, Xandar uttered,

“Ohh, I love being in you, my arousing flower. So warm, so moist, so tight.” “Mmm…oh…Xandar..

mmm”Unlike her mate, Lucianne couldn’t form a coherent sentence when he was going in and out of her.

All she could do was moan and whisper his name. As Xandar devoured her breasts and teased her

nipples with his tongue, he linked, ‘Oh, you’re just ravishing, my freesia. Mmm… absolutely delectable.’

His choice of words only made Lucianne moan even louder, and his mouth released her breast as his

shaft gained speed. When Lucianne’s core locked him in her, he came with a grunt, suppressed from a

scream, and his body stayed above hers before h e gently pressed their foreheads together, peering into

her euphoric black orbs as he whispered flirtatiously in a hushed, seductive voice, “Oh, my Queen.”

Lucianne looked into his satisfied lilac eyes before she pečked a kiss on his lips and whispered, “Is your

thirst quenched, my King?”

“Mm. For now. Thank you for the drink, my Queen.” After pecking kisses all over her face and her upper

body, he held her close to him, stopping her from reaching for her bra and underwear that were on the

floor. “You don’t need those, my love. I’ll keep you warm.”

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With that, she snuggled into his chest, making his animal purr and melt in bliss. His arms wrapped her

body as they both fell into deep slumber.