The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Chapter 1

“Would you like to do it, your Highness, or should I?” She looked at the Lycan King indifferently, whose

lilac eyes of affection were suddenly intruded by confusion.

“Wh-what do you mean?” He asked as he tried to concentrate on the beautiful voice of the woman in

front of him, his mate. He was here for a meet-and-greet session that he dreaded. The worst thing was

that this session among Alphas, Lunas and their Gammas from every pack in existence was to last for

the entire night! ‘Why couldn’t they just skip this night and officially start the one-month collaboration

tomorrow?’, the King thought to himself every year.

She raised her eyebrows as she studied his expression, “Huh. You do look genuinely confused.”

His eyebrows furrowed, confused and irritated now, “Again, what do you mean? And what is your

name?”

The Alphas, Lunas and the best warrior of each pack, called Gammas, just arrived and he, as their

benevolent King, was here to greet them. Although, if he were given a choice, this King would have

rather been going through the reports of rogue attacks that were steadily piling up on his desk. He

couldn’t wait to get the night over with. If he made his rounds quickly enough, he would still reach home

on time to get through three or four files before bed. But when he walked through the doors of the

gathering hall, his impatience, reluctance and pure hate for the meet-and-greet vaporized in an instant.

“My name is Lucianne Freesia Paw, your Highness. I take it that you’re going to do it, then?” She said

simply. To the King, her name felt like the first spring breeze after many long months of harsh winter,

the soft light penetrating through the grey clouds, the breath of life in a cold, dark world.

“Do what?” His confusion couldn’t be masked even if he tried. He felt like his mate was already ten feet

away when he had only taken the first step.

When he entered the hall, every wolf and Lycan present looked in his direction and they either nodded

or bowed but he merely glanced over them. The animal in him was following a scent that has never

graced his nostrils. Butterfly pea and jasmine. ‘What a unique combination’, he thought to himself. His

footsteps gained speed as the scent got stronger.

Then, he stopped right behind a five-foot-one brunette. Her back was small, half of it covered with dark,

luscious curls falling effortlessly from her head. There was only one word in his mind — mate. The

figure started turning around to face him, and his heart stopped. She was surprised by his sudden

presence and took a step back. The animal in his head growled, ‘Mine’.

Lucianne turned around because she noticed the stunned faces of her Alpha and Luna, who both

bowed in her direction. Upon turning, she came face-to-face with a white suit covered with a black

tuxedo, and a strong scent of acacia wood and forest trees graced her nostrils. Shocked at the

proximity, she took a step back to see who it was. Realizing that the dark-haired man with slightly

tanned skin and lilac eyes was the King himself, she understood her pack leaders’ action. She, too,

bent her knees and lowered her head as a form of respect to the highest ruler of all werewolves and

Lycans.

A warm feeling crept up her shoulders before she felt the sparks where his hands made contact with

her skin. To her dread, she realised that the man in front of her was her mate who spoke in his clear,

deep voice, “You don’t have to do that. Please stand. Don’t bow to me.” He said with visible pain and

disapproval in his eyes.

Although surprised by the King’s response, Lucianne couldn’t escape her reality of how the bond was

going to end. ‘Here we go again’, she thought, before proceeding to ask whether he wanted her to do it,

or that he wanted to do it himself – to reject her.

“Do what, Lucianne? Talk to me.” His voice was soft but demanding. His eyes were desperate and lost.

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She explained calmly, “Reject me, your Highness. Do you prefer it if I did it or would you like to do it

yourself?” The hope and life she gave him earlier seemed like it was about to be snatched away from

him almost as soon as he found them.

The King’s lilac eyes turned onyx as he growled thunderously, scaring everyone who was there. The

room fell into dead silence. After he exploded in anger at what he had just heard, the King asked in a

low, frightening tone, “Why the f*ck would either one of us reject the other?”

Lucianne was surprised again but she remained calm. She shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s

because I’m not your type, not good enough for you, not pretty enough, you may already have a

chosen mate to be engaged to…” before she could finish, her Luna hissed, “Stop it, Lucy!”

The King’s eyes met the Luna’s as he growled, “I didn’t ask you to speak.”

The Luna and her Alpha mate lowered their heads in unison as a sign of apology. No right-minded wolf

would challenge a Lycan, let alone the King of Lycans.

The King faced his mate again. His eyes softened a little by how dainty and beautiful she looked. Why

did she want to take herself away from him? He asked in a murderous tone, “Who told you those

things?”

Lucianne’s eyes turned wide abruptly, “Oh no, your Highness. That’s not what I meant. It’s just… that’s

what my previous mates told me before or after they rejected me so I was just giving you an idea on

what I’m talking about.”

His angered eyes bore into her unperturbed ones as he asked in a dangerously low tone, “Do you want

to reject me?”

She took a moment to think. No one had ever asked her this question. “That’s a very difficult question

to answer, your Highness. I don’t even know you. I admit that there is the mate bond for now, and I do

acknowledge that I feel the sparks but whether I want the rejection… hm, I honestly don’t know. But

then again, what I wanted never really mattered. My previous mates pretty much decided it for me.

That, or they made my decision easy. I do prefer an earlier rejection when there are no memories made

as of yet because it would hurt much less. Does that make sense, your Highness?”

Xandar responded firmly, “No. And stop calling me ‘your Highness’. You are my mate and I am yours.

The mate bond is there for now and forever. The sparks will get stronger. And neither of us are

rejecting the other.” There was fury in his voice but also desperation. Desperation to not lose his mate

when he had just found her. Desperation for her to accept him and stay with him forever.

She nodded grudgingly once and bit her bottom lip as she dove into her own thoughts.

He sighed. His eyes were gaining back their lilac shades as his fingers reached for her chin and lifted it

up gently for their eyes to lock, “What are you thinking about, Lucianne?” His voice no longer held

anger, only gentleness and guilt.

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it after a second thought. She smiled meekly and

shook her head slightly before she said, “I was just thinking about the ceremony tomorrow. That’s all.”

“Lucianne,” he reached for her cheek this time as he said, “I’m sorry I yelled at you. But don’t lie to me,

please. Tell me. What were you thinking about?”

Her eyes dimmed as she looked at the ground, and Xandar felt his heart clenching by her saddened

look. She composed herself and muttered, “I can’t understand why you won’t reject me.”

“Because you’re my mate!” He whisper-yelled, not that it helped. In a room filled with Lycans and

werewolves known for their sharp hearing, it was without a doubt that everyone heard their King.

“Okay.” She said meekly and forced a smile. No one had to tell him that she was unconvinced by how

he felt about her. But why would she doubt him? The mate bond was supposed to automatically signify

love and commitment. Why didn’t she believe him? His hand suddenly had a mind of its own as it

began tracing her right arm in hopes of soothing her and chasing away her doubts. When he felt the

unevenness of her skin, he wasted no time taking a step to her side to examine the cause.

There was a 5-inch scar. Injuries and wounds could heal but for some brutal attacks and accidents, a

scar would remain. The King’s eyes darkened again, and he growled so loudly that the werewolves

around them took a step back as they held their heads low.

“What? What is it?” Lucianne frantically asked, equally alarmed. She felt the scar on her arm with her

left hand but she wasn’t sure what the fuss was about so she looked at the King in confusion, whose

onyx eyes were still glued there.

He pushed her left hand away gently and started tracing the scar with his fingers. Lucianne fought

through the pleasurable sparks erupting from that area. With his eyes still fixed there, he asked in a

low, homicidal tone, “Who did this?”

Lucianne shrugged, “It was just the rogues. Five, maybe six years ago. It’s just a dried-up part of the

skin, isn’t it?”

His dark eyes never left the part of her flesh that was once torn so badly that its appearance never

healed. He then locked eyes with Lucianne as he asked in dismay, “How are you okay with this?”

“Your Highness, I’m…”

“Xandar.”

“What?”

“Don’t call me by my title or my full name. It’s just Xandar to you, Lucianne.” He insisted.

She hesitated, “Xandar,” she began, clearly not used with this manner of addressing the King, “A scar

is normal among warriors, more so among Gammas. If you check the bodies of the other Gammas

here today, you’ll find that many of them have scars as well. Some may be worse than mine. I know a

few Alphas and a handful of Lunas who have such scars from fighting alongside their pack. This really

isn’t a big deal.”

He listened to her words, and his eyes softened at how she shoved her own ordeal aside to put other

warriors and pack leaders under the spotlight of bravery. No one knew that, at that time, whatever

Lucianne said only made their King more certain that there was no one more qualified to lead alongside

him as his Queen.

His heart ached when his gaze returned to the scar on his beautiful mate. When he bent down and was

close to kissing it, Lucianne abruptly retracted her arm as she uttered, “Perhaps that is not the most

appropriate thing to do, given this setting.”

He had completely forgotten about the people around them. He only saw her. With those words, he

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was pulled back into reality. He smiled, making the Lycans in the room stunned. The King never smiled.

Never.

He then said, “You’re right. I would like to meet your pack leaders, Lucianne. Introduce us?”

“Of course.” She smiled, and waved her Alpha and Luna over. They walked towards the King and

bowed, their heads still facing the ground as Lucianne said, “These are Alpha Juan and Luna Hale of

the Blue Crescent Pack, your High—- Xandar.” She abruptly decided against addressing Xandar by his

title when she saw, from the corner of her eye, that he was about to make a fuss.

“Heads up, leaders of the Blue Crescent Pack.” Xandar said with a smile. When their heads were

raised, Xandar thrusted out his hand in Alpha Juan’s direction, “I want to personally thank you for

leading the rogue attack up North last year. The rogues would’ve continued to wreak havoc if it weren’t

for your pack’s leadership and contribution.”

The King remembered reading a report on the successful annihilation of one of the strongest rogue

packs in the previous year, and had long known the Blue Crescent Pack was at the forefront of the

victory. It was said that this pack held the trust of the other packs, and was respected for the leadership

displayed. There were many testimonials from other pack warriors who thanked the Blue Crescent

Pack, saying that they ‘had learnt a lot’ in terms of strategy and combat.

Alpha Juan and Luna Hale were both stunned by the King’s graciousness. It was no secret that one

should just be grateful to not get killed. It was not customary for the King to hand out praises.

Juan took the King’s hand and shook it once before he admitted sheepishly, “As your subjects, we are

more than grateful to assist in your endeavors, your Highness. But my Luna and I cannot take credit for

the success last year. We may be the largest in size in our pack, but our Gamma, Lucy,” Juan motioned

in Lucianne’s direction, before continuing, “was the strategist, the best trainer and warrior, be it on the

battlefield last year or within our own pack. I’m her subordinate when it comes to training. She was the

one who led us to victory.”

Lucianne was biting her bottom lip. When she knew what Juan was going to say, she tried to stop him

through their mind-link but he didn’t bother listening to her. Her eyes were fixed on the ground as she

prayed for the moment to be over. She couldn’t see it but Xandar’s eyes beamed with admiration for

her. When he noticed that her eyes were pinned to the ground, he frowned and asked in concern,

“Lucianne, what’s wrong?”

She shook her head slightly and responded meekly, “Nothing. Just tired.”

He nodded in understanding. Most wolves had to travel a long way to Lycan territory so it was a given

that they would be drained when they arrived. He turned to face everyone as he announced, “My fellow

subjects, I thank you for making the trip here. Let this night be the beginning of a worthwhile

collaboration between packs and species. Please have some food if you haven’t already. I would like to

meet every one of you. Give me a few minutes. I will be right back to thank every pack who has

assisted me these past few years. Enjoy the evening.”

The speech left everyone surprised. The King was never this welcoming. It was no secret that he hated

this night every year. But now he was not only welcoming them with open arms, he promised to thank

the helpful packs personally!

Disregarding the stares, he turned to Lucianne and said, “Lucianne, you should get some rest. Let me

walk you back.”

She looked at her pack leaders in panic but Juan said, “We’ll be fine, Lucy. Go. You hardly slept last

night.”

Xandar’s heart clenched again with Juan’s words but he chose to say nothing. When his hand fell on

Lucianne’s small waist, she gasped and stiffened but made no move to push it away. So, he left his

hand there as he led her out of the hall.