The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Chapter 21

Xandar’s eyes narrowed as he asked, “Seriously, babe? That was it?”

Lucianne’s eyes shot up at his response in surprise. Xandar was heartbroken that her black orbs were

already glistening. He took her hands and said, “Baby, you’re scaring me. Talk to m e. Is that all? Or is

there more? I’m all ears even if you have a list. We can go through the whole thing tonight or until

tomorrow if we have to.”

She was already considering being his Queen. That was a good sign. It was progress. He was not going

to ruin it.

Lucianne blinked a few times to bring herself out from her shock. “Uh…I don’t know if there’s more yet

but continuing to fight with them is my main concern right now.” 1

Xandar furrowed his eyebrows and asked in annoyance, “Why would you have to give that u p? That’s a

large part of who you are. Who even gave you this idea anyway?”

The size of her eyes amplified in fear until Xandar gave her hands a gentle squeeze of assurance before

he said, “No, Lucianne. No one’s going to get hurt. I just want to know how you came about getting this

idea in your head.”(This will be daily updtaed at www.jar.com)

She felt uneasy when she said, “Um, well…most of the werewolves have already been talking about me

no longer fighting with them once L…if I…become Queen.”

“What?! Why would they think that?” Xandar asked in dismay.

She bit her lip before she explained, “Because we’ve never heard of a Lycan Queen being on a

battlefield.”

Xandar retorted in annoyance, “So what?! Can’t you be the first? You’re already the first wolft o bridge

our species and get pack leaders to open up to us; the first Gamma to be able to take down indisputably

strong Alphas; the first to suggest offering warrior training to other packs; the first wolf to take on a rogue

Lycan…”

“I’m not sure if the last one’s a good thing.” Lucianne thought aloud.

“Sweetheart, you get the point.” Xandar ran his fingers through his hair and sighed in frustration as he

gazed at the wall in front of him while muttering under his breath, “Goddess, our Lycan ancestors must

have screwed up monumentally badly for werewolves to think that we would take everything from them,

even their best warrior.”

Lucianne bit her bottom lip so Xandar asked, “Something’s still bothering you. Tell me. What i sit?”

She sounded guiltier than she did before when she began, “I thought that I would have to give it up

and… I was so sure that I didn’t want to give up…that part of my life t-that…I was… that I almost severed

the mate bond. I am so sorry.” She started sobbing into her hands.

“Oh, baby.” He pulled her into his chest and let his shirt absorb her tears. He kissed her forehead as he

uttered, “I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did. I would have deserved it. No one can ask you to give up

who you are, Lucianne. Not even me.” He kissed her forehead again before saying, “Thank you for

talking to me first.” 2(This will be daily updtaed at www.jar.com)

She said between sobs, “I wa-wasn’t going to b-but.. Juan… Tate…and Toby… stopped me from …I-

rejecting…you…I’m sorry…I’m so…so sorry.”

“No, Lucianne. Don’t apologize. There’s nothing to be sorry about. It’s okay. Shh…it’s okay.” Xandar

cooed and tried to calm her down as he stroked her hair.

His heart ached. But it wasn’t from the thought that she was going to reject him. Even he would be

furious at himself for asking her to give up something she loved so much. His heart hurt because she

was crying. She was still sad. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it must have been for her to hold on to

that thought and all the emotions that came along with it until she spoke to him.

And she let him sleep before talking to him about it?! This made Xandar feel more useless and guilty.

‘Moon Goddess, I already know that I don’t deserve her. But must you rub it in my face like this? I

would’ve felt a lot better if she had asked me about this before I slept. Now, I just feel utterly useless that

I let my mate hang on to…well, all of that while I was happily sleeping next to her’, he thought in his

head.

“It’s okay. Shh…it’s okay.” He kept cooing into her ear and kissing her forehead from time to time. After a

few minutes, Lucianne’s sobbing finally lessened. Her breathing steadied. But Xandar was not taking any

chances. He was still rubbing circles on her back shoulder and kissing her forehead, somehow hoping

that it would miraculously soothe her.

When she finally stopped, she asked in a hoarse voice, “Why aren’t you mad at me?”(This will be

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“How can I be mad at you for choosing to keep doing what you love? And what you love is not even a

bad thing. It’s the most selfless and noble thing to love to do. If I were mad at you, you should reject me.

No one in their right mind would blame you for that.”

Her voice was a whisper when she uttered, “I should have talked to you first, instead of assuming that

you wouldn’t have allowed it.”

Xandar kissed her forehead. “That’s exactly what you just did, Lucianne. I understand that you were

asked to do it but the fact that you listened to them and actually talked to me about i tis already enough.”

After a few quiet moments, she whispered, “Thank you, for understanding.” She ran his fingers across

his chest gently, like she did the last time. But this time, instead of feeling aroused, Xandar and his

animal felt relieved. Lucianne then pecked a kiss on his jaw. Now, he and his animal were aroused. 1

Xandar’s hand reached for her face and cupped one of her cheeks. His thumb caressed it slowly and

gently. Although her face was tear-stained, a red tinge still appeared on her cheeks. He looked at her lips

in great yearn, and his heartbeat quickened by the second.(This will be daily updtaed at

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Xandar closed their distance, and when his lips touched hers, he closed his eyes and enjoyed her warm,

plump lips against his. When Lucianne’s lips began responding, Xandar deepened the kiss. In between

his efforts, Lucianne’s lips parted slightly to release a soft moan. It was the cutest thing that Xandar had

ever heard.

Seeming to have lost his self-control, Xandar’s tongue plunged into her mouth and started exploring the

space within. His hand supported the back of her head as his tongue continued to plunge deeper and

deeper into her mouth, reaching for her throat. Lucianne’s hands moved from his hard chest to his neck

before reaching his thick locks, and her fingers clutched on his soft hair with each brush of their lips,

making Xandar growl in approval.

When Lucianne’s hands cupped his cheeks and she broke away from the kiss, they were taking in large

volumes of air like they’ve just completed a marathon. Their eyes were fixed o n each other’s swollen

lips.

“Are you okay?” Xandar’s concerned whisper rang through the little space between them as h e traced

her jaw with his thumb.

Lucianne smiled and, without a word, pressed her lips on his. Xandar was stunned for a second before

his own lips and tongue moved in response. The smell of Xandar’s arousal filled the room but Lucianne

made no move to put a stop to it this time. The sparks they were feeling intensified with each brush of

their lips. They only pulled away from each other when Lucianne needed air.

When they caught their breaths, Xandar looked deep into Lucianne’s eyes and uttered,” Thank you.”

Lucianne looked at him in confusion. He then explained, “For giving us a chance. For giving me a

chance. To love you.”

Lucianne felt her heart melt, and she was too lost for words that she could only offer him a shy smile. He

pecked a kiss on her nose and forehead before guiding her head to lean against his chest where he held

her.