The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Kelissa, Lady Kylton, Sasha and Livia screamed as everyone got up and backed away from the door. In walk Lucianne with black and onyx orbs in a white, knee-length dress. How did she find them? And where were their guards?! 2

Policemen stormed in and pointed guns at the people in the room, making the Kyltons and the others raise their hands above their heads as they trembled in fear and shock. They were still stunned when they were being cuffed. Only Greg was spared.

Lucianne scanned their faces, and locked eyes with Greg, who raised his hands with the others as well, and without a word or smile, she gave him a firm nod, prompting him to come forward.

He obliged, lowering his hands and approaching her, utterly relieved that she got here sooner than he expected. Then again, this was Lucianne. His cousins would have been an entirely different story. Strategizing itself would have taken them forever!

Livia grew worried about what was going to be done to Greg but she couldn't find it in herself to move, speak or scream. She was petrified Livia was about to break down in tears when Greg was two steps away from Lucianne but what the bed warmer witnessed next shocked her to the core.

Greg knelt on one knee before Lucianne without being asked or commanded, held his head low and uttered in devotion, “My Queen.” Lucianne asked rhetorically, “You sent word, your Grace?”

"WHAT?!" Kelissa exclaimed before the policewoman behind her nudged the gun against the back of her head, asking her to shut u With his eyes still pinned to the ground, Greg tried not to be bothered by the fact that Lucianne’s scent was now mixed with his cousin’s when he uttered, “I did. I apologize that the message couldn't be sent sooner, your Highness.”

“No apology necessary, your Grace. Stand.” Lucianne thrusted out a hand in his way. Literally everyone looked at her small hand in disbelief, including Greg himself.

The Duke took a good three seconds before reaching out and taking it. But before Lucianne could pull him up like she would an ally, he pecked a soft, formal kiss on the back. Only after that, he rose and stood before her.

Lucianne continued to stare at the perpetrators of the crimes she and her people had been fighting off for years. Then, surprisingly enough, she asked Greg, “Is there anything I should know, your Grace?”

With an arm stretched across his chest as a sign of loyal service, he offered her a slight bow and uttered, “I've implanted several recording devices around the house, my Queen. I'm hoping you'll allow me to collect them for you.”

“That would be helpful. Any requests with regards to these people? Anything I should know before I torture an ally that you may have here?”

Greg kept his bow as he said, “I have none here, my Queen. But, with your permission, I'd like her.” His head motioned to Tanner before he added when his head motioned to Livia, “And her.”

Lucianne took a second before she said, “The one who blackmailed an employee after sending an assassin after a child, and the bed warmer.” She scoffed darkly before she asked, “What's the request, your Grace?” Upon détecting the suppressed anger in Lucianne’s voice, Greg fell on one knee again as he spoke, “I plead with you to let me have them, my Queen. This doesn't concern anything related to intercourse, I give you my word.”

“Look at me, your Grace.”

Greg looked up and locked eyes with her without question. Lucianne studied his eyes, and saw that they were partially onyx as well. Predatory, which matched her own. Not knowing what to expect, Lucianne uttered, "Whatever it is, I need them alive and

conscious when you're done.” “As you wish, my Queen.” Greg took her hand and pecked another formal kiss on the back before getting up and striding towards Livia

Livia was certain that the onyx in Greg's eyes weren't lust but pure rage! She tried to run but the policewoman behind her held her i n place and told her to freeze. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed and whimpered.

Upon the Queen's affirmative nod, the policewoman uncuffed Livia and moved away from her. Greg growled as he pushed Livia's head against the wall, making a distinct crack on the concrete. When Greg started breaking her limbs with no remorse, Livia screamed her lungs out. The sound of bone-cracking made her cousin and the others quiver in fear but Lucianne and every other police person in the room remained emotionless.

After Greg flung her body against the wall a few more times, he lifted her off the ground by her neck with one hand. His onyx eyes bore into hers as his hand fractured her neck painfully slowly. She whimpered but he didn’t care. He threw her body to the floor

before he told the policewoman, “Cuff her, please.”

Greg didn't want Livia to heal completely. Only when Lucianne gave the policewoman a nod to Greg's request did she do just that, and Tanner knew she was next. Despite being held at gunpoint, she tried to make a run for it only to be pulled back by her shoulder. Greg stood before her, and his infuriated eyes burned into her fearful ones while the policewoman uncuffed her. He growled, “I TOLD you to do nothing.” The second the cuffs came loose with the sound of a click, Greg threw her body at the marble coffee table, which broke into two upon the impact. Greg then flung her against the wall before he began breaking her bones like he did with Livia. Like Livia, Tanner's screams and cries filled the room. When he was done, Tanner couldn't even get up. She was cuffed again before she even had time to heal

At that very moment, Toby, Phelton, Juan, Zeke and Zelena walked in with two elderly men, one elderly woman and two young men in cuffs. Toby then said, “Livia Aphael's parents and Helena Tanner's husband and sons, Lucy. Tanner's husband is acting a little... weird.”

The man had cold sweat and was panting like he was just tortured. Lucianne explained, “His mate was thrashed. He just felt whatever she felt. It's nothing.”

“Ah. That makes sense.” Toby responded casually

When the Aphaels saw their daughter's battered body and terror-struck expression, Mrs Aphael broke down and started screaming. like a madwoman as Mi Aphael started shouting at his in-laws, demanding an explanation.

Lucianne walked up to them and asked, “Are you saying that you have no idea what the people in this house have been doing, Mr and Mrs Aphael?”

What are you talking about?! What did you do to my daughter?!” Mr Aphael cried.

Greg growled and said in a low voice, “Watch your tongue in the presence of the Queen. I did this. Your daughter had been warnedt O NEVER hurt the Queen. YOUR DAUGHTER ASKED FOR THIS!"

Mrs Aphael yelled at Greg, “My daughter would never hurt a fly! What have you done to her?!” Greg yelled back, “NOTHING SHE DIDN'T DESERVE! SHE PLOTTED AGAINST THE QUEEN!"

Lord Kylton shouted, “SO DID YOU!"

Lucianne growled, "ENOUGH!" She locked eyes with the Aphaels and said, “Your daughter is far from innocent, and what the Duke did to her was done in service of the Crown. Treason is punishable by death or eternal torture. We are just getting started with her. You'd best pray we don't find anything showing your involvement as well.”

The Aphaels’ mouths opened but before they could speak again, Greg and Lucianne growled at them in unison before the Queen spat, “Another word, and your daughter would leave this room in a worse condition than she’s in now. Is that clear?”

They sealed their mouths in resentment for their daughter's sake. Lucianne then stepped forward, and her tone demanded an answer when she asked, “Is. That. Clear?”

Toby extended a claw on each hand, and the tip of both claws touched each of the Aphaels’ throats when he ordered in a low voice,” Answer the Queen.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

The couple gritted their teeth and muttered in Lucianne’s way, “Yes.” “Yes' what?” Greg asked, and moved closer to the fear-stricken, quivering Livia. He extended his own claws, and pressed them on Livia's neck.

Like the Kyltons, the Aphaels were never forced against their will. How dare these wolves and that outcast of a Duke make them oblige a small-sized, low-born wolf! But for their precious Livia, they swallowed their pride and uttered, “Yes, my Queen.”

“YOU'RE NOT THE QUEEN! I AM! I AM!" Kelissa's fear evaporated, replaced with anger when even her own uncle and aunt addressed the scum of a wolf by that title, HER title! Apart from Kelissa's own crew, everyone growled at her, Greg being one of the loudest and most barbaric.

Lucianne scoffed as she turned to face the heiress, and asked with an arrogant smirk, “Are you?” 1

Kelissa then spat, “You will never wear the Crown! You will never be Queen! I will NEVER kneel before you! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO WILL KNEEL BEFORE ME!"