The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

“Your Grace, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The young female Lycan said and offered an obligatory bow to Annie.

Annie retumed the gesture and smiled warmly at the brown-haired beauty as she said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you too. May I know your name?”

“I’m Dorothy Dawson, your Grace. I’m here as someone’s plus-one. And if I may, your Grace, I have a buming question that I hope you don’t mind me asking.” Her green eyes sparked mischief as her pastel lips curled up into a grin, showing her braces holding the two rows of teeth together.

Annie continued smiling as she asked amicably, “What would you like to know, Dorothy?”

“How do you do it, your Grace? How do you be okay with…not being able to give the Duke a child?”

Annie’s eyebrows raised in surprise before she asked in concern, “Dorothy, are you facing pregnancy problems? Because…” 1

“Oh, I’m not, your Grace. I doubt I would. I just wanted to know how you mustered the self-esteem to stand next to the second most powerful creature in the Kingdom with so little to offer.” She blinked her green eyes like she was just asking an innocent question, when in fact, it was clearly an attempt to make Annie feel small and unworthy. 1

When Annie realized what Dorothy was doing, the Duchess put aside her sympathy she initially felt for this young woman before she said, “A woman is more than a baby-making machine, Dorothy. I’m here to support my husband as a wife and as Duchess.”

“But we’ve never seen you before in these things. Why the sudden need for support? Is the Duke facing a certain problem that requires your presence with him?” There was that glint in her eye again. She knew more than she was saying. Seeing that Annie was speechless, Dorothy continued, “Your Grace, you seem a little tongue-tied. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I was simply trying to understand the level of self-entitlement one requires to…”

“To join a government event and speak to anyone she pleases?” Lucianne’s stern voice came loud and strong from the side. The fast clicks of her heels itself exudes confidence.

Xandar mind-linked her that Annie needed help when his sharp hearing caught bits of the conversation between the Duchess and Dorothy. Lucianne abruptly paused her own conversation with Phelton and excused herself before making quick steps towards the Duchess.

“Your Highnesses.“ Dorothy bowed in the King and Queen’s way. They both nodded curtly in acknowledgment.

When Dorothy’s head was raised, she let out a light chuckle before she said, “Well, this is quite a surprise. I didn’t expect to have the opportunity to speak to you so soon, my Queen.” She knew that pleasing Lucianne was more important than pleasing the King, so her efforts were solely to butter-up the wolf, as much as she was dreading it on the inside.

Lucianne smiled menacingly as she said, “Well, perhaps you didn’t expect to speak to a Queen-to-be but creature-to-creature, we’ve already spoken in last year’s collaboration, Dorothy Dawson.”

Her eyes widened in genuine surprise at Lucianne knowing her full name even without an introduction. Dorothy faked an apologetic look as she said, “Oh, this is embarrassing. I don’t seem to recall our

encounter, your Highness.” On the inside, she prayed that she didn’t do anything to insult her. 1

Her prayers were denied when Lucianne said, “Hm. That’s hardly surprising. I doubt you remember the number of wolves you insulted in the ladies room last year. When I was defending my Luna after you insulted her dressing, you told me to shut my mouth before you used your boyfriend’s influence to burn m y pack to the ground.” Dorothy froze in fear as Xandar’s eyes turned onyx. And as if the King’s seething anger wasn’t enough, Dorothy began to feel something else.

There was something radiating from Lucianne, an energy which was compelling Dorothy to avert her gaze and hold her head down. Even Xandar and Annie felt it. Dorothy’s mouth quivered, and her mind suddenly felt like a vacant room. Hollow, cold and lonely. Her own animal was covering its eyes and curled into a ball in fear of what was going to happen next.

Just then, Christian returned and asked Annie cheerfully, “Hey, sorry I took so long. What did I miss?” Registering the daunting energy from the Queen, his cousin’s onyx orbs, and his mate’s discomfort, Christian’s smile faltered as he studied the woman before them.

A young man appeared by Dorothy’s side, and bowed without greeting the royals. He then tugged Dorothy’s arm as he whispered, “Dory, what are you doing? Come on.”

Lucianne’s sights shifted to him as she asked, “Mr Martin, is this your girlfriend?”

“Uh…y-yes, my Queen.“ The young blonde responded carefully. The chatters in the hall were dying down.