The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Chapter 121

Clement and Tate both stood protectively in front of Lucianne, and Phelton appeared next to them, ready

t o defend his Queen. Jake ignored all three of them, and glowered at Lucianne as he said, “I told you I

would’ve given you everything, Lucy. Even if it meant ending my own sister’s life.”

Jake just stood there like he was waiting for something. Lucianne’s grip on the knife tightened as she

wondered what Jake was playing at. But when she smelled more silver, she left her spot to defend the

wolves near the area. Clement charged towards his brother without hesitation, which was when Jake

yelled out, “You’re not going to like what our client has in mind for you, Lucy! I would’ve refused their

request if you had chosen me!”

Clement and Tate instantly shifted into their animals from being angered at Jake’s audacity. As they were

about to pounce, two rogue Lycans reached Jake right on time to knock the two Alphas away like they

were just puny insects. Phelton started taking on both of them at once as he linked his fellow warriors for

help

Lucianne helped the wolves, and was internally relieved that the Lycan warriors had formed a barricade,

shielding the wolves from silver. The rogues were clearly losing as their numbers dwindled with every

anguished howl.

Lucianne was still thinking about what Jake said. About her not liking what his client had in mind for her.

What was it? The silver was already out in the open so what could possibly be worse than silver for a

wolf?

It was as if she had asked herself the wrong question. As the Lycan warriors battled with the rogue

Lycans with silver blades, Lucianne caught the stench smell of…Oleander. It wasn’t as strong as the

silver was, and if her senses are correct, there was only one rogue with it. She linked her mate, ‘Xandar!

Tell the warriors to be careful! I smell Oleander!’

‘Sh*t! Don’t do anything rash, Lucy!’ Xandar linked in response before warning the warriors. What the

King really meant to tell his Queen was ‘Don’t you dare shield anyone from Oleander, Lucy!’, not that

Lucianne would listen, especially now that she knew she could heal from the Lycan-killing poison.

As she instructed the defenders of Forest Gloom to retreat from the Lycans shielding them from silver,

Lucianne herself ran in the Lycan warriors direction because that was where the scent of Oleander was

leading her to. Xandar was charging towards Jake but the former Alpha dashed towards a very far end of

the battlefield before crossing over the river like it was second nature to him, and disappeared into the

thick forest.

Xandar was going to follow him but, with his Lycan vision, he noticed his mate was running towards the

Lycan warriors, and he had a bad feeling about what she was going to do when Oleander was present.

His animal didn’t have to think twice before choosing to forget about Jake and ran towards its mate.

Seemingly out of nowhere, ten rogue Lycans without Oleander charged at the Lycan warriors. Some of

the warriors were taken by surprise, some weren’t. It was clear from the way the rogues looked at

Lucianne that their Queen was the target, so the warriors fought ferociously to keep them away from

Lucianne.

Lucianne herself was still stubbornly trying to pinpoint the source of the Oleander. After sniffing for a few

seconds, she sensed the smell coming at lightning speed and a blade was shot in her direction, stabbing

her arm as she groaned in pain, making Xandar growl in rage. Lucianne fell on her butt as Clement and

Tate ran towards her. They were getting rid of the last of the rogue wolves when they heard her groan.

The Lycan warriors were as furious as their King was when their Queen got hurt on their watch. Lucianne

took out the blade, and Xandar’s animal knelt next to her as her mate linked in worry, ‘Baby, stay with

me.’

Lucianne narrowed her eyes at her beast and said, “After the last Oleander blade, this one is less

painful. I’m fine. I just can’t get up yet.”

Xandar and his animal were visibly relieved, and when Tate and Clement joined them, he linked her

again, ‘Just let them guard you, sweetheart. You’ve done enough fighting for today, okay?’

Without letting her respond, Xandar joined his warriors. They were having an easier time killing the

rogues with their King helping them. Just when the neck of the last rogue snapped, an arrow was fired

from a tree and it plunged into Lucianne’s foot as she groaned again before complaining, “Seriously?”

Tate and Clement were equally shocked, guilty and angered at themselves for not seeing the arrow

coming. As Lucianne took out the arrow and let her foot heal while she gritted her teeth to cope with the

pain, the Lycan Warriors charged towards the tree to get the culprit.

Xandar strode over to his mate and placed her on his lap, pressing her into his chest to heal her with the

mate-bond while he shifted back. When Lucianne was healing, Xandar glared at the Alphas and said,

“You two were supposed to keep her safe!”

“Xandar, stop it! No one saw the arrow coming! It’s not their fault!” Lucianne defended Clement and Tate i

na strained voice.

Seeing that his mate would recover slower if they went on arguing, Xandar and his animal chose to

remain silent. The most important thing was that Lucianne was well and fine. Lucianne tried to disregard

the fact that Xandar was using her body to cover his large manhood which she felt right below her

buttocks, and turned her attention to the arrow she just pulled out from her foot.

It was then she smelled something other than her blood. Curious, she lifted the arrow tip to her nose and

took a whiff. She didn’t recognise the foreign scent.

After watching his mate taking three whiffs, Xandar gave up being patient and asked, “What is it, Lucy?”

She held the arrow in front of him as she asked, “Apart from my blood, do you smell something else?”

Xandar took a whiff, and then a second whiff before he said, “No.”

“You’re not getting that faint morning dew and salt scent? Along with something else?”

Xandar blinked before he said, “Sweetheart, I don’t get any scent from moming dew or salt.”

Lucianne groaned before she uttered, “Great. Probably another poison.”

Xandar’s grip around her tightened. His onyx eyes bore into hers as he asked, “Do you feel any pain?”

“No. And that’s the weird thing.”

Xandar let out a sigh of relief before pecking a kiss on her temple and said, “Don’t say that, my love. It’s

good that there’s no pain.”

The Lycan Warriors came to them, and eight of them knelt on one knee and tilted their heads towards

the ground when they reached the King and Queen. The remaining two warriors remained standing as

they held the rogue who shot the arrow. One of them then kicked the rogue’s knees to make him kneel.

The rogue looked at Lucianne with a victorious smirk when one of the warriors linked the King, ‘How

would your Highnesses like him to be killed, my King?’

Xandar looked at Lucianne as he asked, “Well, baby. What do you want to do with him?”

Lucianne was still studying the psychopathic rogue. He looked so sure that he won even though he was

caught and had no way of escaping. Her sights subconsciously went to the arrow and back to the rogue

who laughed menacingly as he said loud and clear, “They were right about you being a smart one. Our

client sends a message: does the Kingdom want an infertile Queen?”