The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189

Greg was lying in the prison bed with an Oleander bracelet on his right wrist. It was getting boring. How did inmates entertain themselves here? There has to be something’, he thought to himself. He sat up and looked around the small space before hearing heavy footsteps getting closer to his cell. A policeman emerged, unlocked his door and said, “We need you to be ready in the interrogation room. You have a visit from the Crown.”

Of course he did. As he left his confined space without another word, he was secretly impressed that his cousins got to this phase o ffacing him in prison in such a short span of time. He and his animal thought the two would take at least a month before the King came down here and used his Authority to make him vomit whatever sh*t there was in his head.

But Greg wasn’t worried. He had already told Billy to activate Codes Orange and Black, which would involve the evacuation of everyone under his care and supervision. They would’ve been safely evacuated by now. Even if that goody-goody cousin of his forced him to spit out whatever he knew, his information would be outdated and useless. His people were safe, and that was all Greg needed for now.

Then again, maybe he didn’t come for information. Maybe the other Duke just wanted to kill him for what he did to his Duchess.or maybe the King wanted to beat him up for falling in love with his mate…or it was both.

They reached an empty room with a one-way mirror, and the policeman got him to sit while he waited He doubted that he’d be able to see Lucianne. After handing over the recordings, his secret that he kept to himself had come out. There was no way his cousins would let the Queen come after the police handed them the report.

He waited for two minutes and started getting bored, so he got up and his back faced the door as he stretched out his body to stop himself from falling asleep. The door opened, and without turning around, he scoffed darkly and spoke in arrogance, “I must say, I’m impressed. Here I thought your slower brain would take more time to…” he turned, and saw a beautiful Lucianne looking straight at him, making Greg’s cocky eyes widened in horror and guilt before he fell on one knee and said, “My Queen. I am so sorry. I convey my most sincere apologies. I thought you were—”

“The King?” Lucianne asked as she remained standing in her navy blue dress.

Greg looked uneasy when he nodded and said, “Or the other Duke… I didn’t think your mate would allow you in here.” What the f*ck were his cousins thinking?! If it were Greg, he’d never allow it.

Lucianne nodded with a flat smile and said, “Well, he wasn’t going to. Have a seat, your Grace.”

‘He wasn’t going to? She argued her way to come here? This had to be important’, Greg thought to himself.

As soon as they were seated facing each other at the small square table, Lucianne’s eyes were pinned on her entwined fingers before Greg asked, “What seems to be troubling you, my Queen?”

Lucianne looked like she was choosing her words carefully. Finally, she spoke, “The monarchy is submitting a recommendation, and we can’t come to a consensus of what we should propose to the legal system without knowing why you chose to…incriminate yourself.”

Greg raised his eyebrows and answered, “Wasn’t that the right thing to do, my Queen?”

Lucianne locked her eyes with his and said, “You very well know that’s not what I meant, your Grace. You could have done this years ago. Why now?”

Why now? She was still asking that despite the recordings? He looked away as he uttered, “I doubt you’ll believe me when I say this but.” he cleared his throat and continued, “It’s…difficult…to not give you what you want.” 1

That answer and his uneasy demeanor were enough to convince everyone watching them that Greg was sincere, that this was NOT a tactical move in some hidden scheme. There was no scheme. His voice echoed only vulnerability.

Lucianne felt her mate’s jealousy building up strong and fast, so she moved on to her next question, “When you helped start the corruption scheme, no doubt not knowing that the Kyltons were the people you were working with, did you feel that it was… wrong?”

Greg heard the hopefulness in her voice. She came to help him. It was so difficult to not fall even harder for her when she did that.

They probably couldn’t reach a consensus on the monarchy’s recommendation because Lucianne somehow hoped that he was sorry for what he did. But Greg knew better.

He looked at the ground when answered her question, “No, I never felt that way. I’m sorry, my Queen.”

Lucianne digested his response before she asked, “You’re sorry for not finding corruption to be wrong?”