The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

For some people, like Kelissa Kylton, it was not the happiest of nights. In all frankness, the heiress was having one of THE WORST days in her one hundred and sixty years of life. The photos her men took were only a good thing to look at if she wanted an increase in blood pressure and stress hormones.

She sat alone by the fireplace. The heavy rising and falling of her chest was getting more and more obvious, and her eyes had long turned onyx as she glowered at the photograph in her hand.

Lady Kylton came from the spa room, and placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder as she whispered, “That won't be for much longer, Kelly, dear. You should turn in for the night. You know how important sleep is for your flawless complexion.”

Knowing that her advisors were already in their rooms on far sides of the mansion, Kelissa hissed without holding back. “What does Xandar even see in this thing, mom? Look at her!”

She handed her mother one of the photos, showing Xandar holding Lucianne on his lap in the court cafeteria. The resolution of the picture was so high that no one could deny the King's affectionate gaze on the very flustered Queen-to-be as she leaned into his chest. The sight was a disgusting and nauseating one for Lady Kylton.

Her Ladyship sighed in despair as she noted, “It's a good thing the late King and Queen have passed. This affair itself would bring them to a premature grave.”

Her daughter continued to rant, “I'd rather they remained alive when Xandar met her! At least then, they would've forbidden their son from pursuing this...NONSENSE! THEY WOULD HAVE MADE HIM REJECT HER!"

“Shh, dear. Xandar has always been a stubborn one, and I'm sorry to say this, darling, but he doesn't make the best decisions at times.”

“THIS IS HIS WORST DECISION YET!"

“Which is why he needs YOU to hold his hand and lead him back into the light. He needs you, Kelly, despite him not knowing it yet. Once he sees that you were the one he should crown all along, this anger, hurt and betrayal you're feeling right now will fade into nothing but a bad memory.”

Kelissa internalized her mother's words, which managed to calm her a little. “Yes, I mustn't give up. Xandar n

eeds me. But, I swear, when I get him, I'm going to make him apologize for this for the rest of our years together.”

“Perhaps not too early, dear.”

"Yes, yes, of course, mom. I'll wait until after we've marked each other. I'm not reckless. It's better to play it safe.”

After a moment of watching the crackling fire in silence, Lady Kylton asked, “Is the Duke cooperating?”

"Yes, he offered good views in the brainstorming session today.” Another short moment of silence, then her mother asked, “Does he know about the...contingency plan?”

Kelissa turned to look at her mother in disbelief. “Of course not! Mom, I'm not stupid!”

“I'm not saying that you are, dear. I just want you to be careful with what you—"

Kelissa's nostrils flared when she yelled, “I AM CAREFUL! I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING! I'M THE FUTURE QUEEN!"

Lady Kylton tried to get her little girl to calm down, “Yes, I know, dear. I know. That crown has been yours ever since you were born. We all knew it. It's time that Xandar knew it as well. As long as the Duke is kept in the dark about the contingency plan, I'm sure we'll have his full support and loyalty.”

Silence ensued before Kelissa muttered, “If Xandar won't reject her, then we'll have to make her reject him. If and when we send rogues to her pack to kill every living creature there, the message we leave there must make the wolf so guilty that she would feel obliged to reject Xandar, because it was their bond that is going to cause the genocide. Our Duke here can NEVER know our contingency plan to annihilate the wolf's pack if it's necessary. Both Dukes are as blind as the King himself at the moment, unfortunately. As one of the few who can see clearly, I have a duty to shed the light for the good of the Kingdom.”

Lady Kylton's eyes glistened with pride as she pecked a motherly kiss on her daughter's cheek before she declared proudly, “Spoken like a true Queen.”

Kelissa smirked cockily as she burnt the photograph with a lighter and threw it into the fireplace while saying, “The rightful Queen.”

Little did Kelissa know that Greg had installed voice recording devices all around the mansion, one of them being near the fireplace.