The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Chapter 126

Lucianne coughed profusely after choking on the broccoli she was chewing in her mouth when they were told that Christian was one of the people they’d have to investigate for sexual harassment.

Her choking made Xandar’s eyes snapped wider in worry as he took his phone from her hand and placed i t on the couch while he rubbed comforting circles on her back, holding a glass of water near her.

“My Queen! Are you alright?!” Weaver’s panicked voice came through the line.

After a few more coughs, Lucianne took a few sips of water before she managed to say, “F-Fine, Sir Weaver. Thank -” Cough. “Thank you. Sorry about that, Lord Yarrington. Please continue.”

Weaver spoke before his mate could, “My Queen, this is entirely our fault. You shouldn’t have to apologize.”

Lord Yarrington sounded guilty when he said, “Apologies, my Queen. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No no. I’m fine. Please continue the uh…complaints made against Christian. Who are they?” Lucianne insisted as she took sips from the glass of water Xandar placed into her hands, prompting her to drink itt o clear her throat.

Yarrington proceeded to explain, “The ten complainants are all wolves from different packs, my Queen. And the range of the complaints goes back ten years, one in each year. But there’s also a possibility that this may be a false complaint lodged for…slanderous intentions.”

Xandar then asked, “What makes you say that?”

“Well, my King. There have been three complaints made against Weaver, alleging that, on separate occasions, Weaver coerced the complainants into performing sexual intercourse at a nightclub in the

neighboring town. I checked the times and dates the purported intercourses took place, and I found that it can’t be true. Weaver and I were together on all three occasions. The first one was when we were both at a gender-reveal party at my sister’s place; the second was when we were at the movies on our anniversary; and the third was the night when Weaver had food poisoning, and I was by his side all day as he made frequent trips to the washroom. It couldn’t be Weaver.” 1

“Maybe it was just someone who looked like Weaver and the women were confused?” Xandar suggested.

Weaver spoke next, “That was what we thought at first, too, my King. But we think that it’s too much of a coincidence that three people from the collaboration can mistake me for someone else. Your Highnesses, we think that someone may be trying to…have this swept under the mat. Seeing as how close you both are to the Duke, implanting fake complaints may be a way to defeat the progress of the investigation.” 1

“Well, we can’t let that happen.” Xandar muttered.

Lucianne then asked, “Are Sir Weaver’s complainants wolves as well, Lord Yarrington?”

“Yes, my Queen.”

“Which packs are they from?”

“Uh…just a moment, my Queen.” There were a few clicking sounds before Yarrington responded, “Black River, Fleet Woods and Night Pine.”

Lucianne scoffed, “Fleet Woods hasn’t existed since a rogue massacre four years ago. No one survived. I’ll check with the Alphas of Black River and…”

“That’s actually a brilliant idea!” Weaver was so excited that he accidentally cut Lucianne off. She didn’t mind but Xandar did. To calm her beast, she stroked his arm as she mouthed, ‘It’s okay.’

Weaver’s enthusiastic voice continued to ring through, “We’ll just cross-check the complainants’ names from every pack to see if they exist!”.

Yarrington then built up on his mate’s efforts, “Yes, I probably should have thought of doing that.”

Xandar then said, “In the meantime, there needs to be a change in who gets involved in this investigation.” Everyone was silent as they waited for their King to continue. “I now see why you both suspect that whoever made these false complaints either have slanderous intentions or intentions of forcing us to close this matter without following through what we promised to our people.”

He held onto his mate’s small hand before he uttered, “They must have known that the ones involved in this investigation are Christian, you and me, Yarrington. So, they accused Weaver to get you off the investigation because of the conspicuous conflict of interest seeing that he’s your mate. And they lodged

plaints against my cousin and second-in-command to remove his right to investigate, and to remove my right because of the conflict of interest I have seeing that he’s my confidant.”

Lucianne stroked his hand to comfort him as he continued, “Since Weaver is in the clear now, he can help you with the investigation but I’m afraid the Duke and I have to step aside for now, in the name of fairness and transparency. Yarrington, the reins are yours. Appoint whoever you deem necessary. Find out who’s playing with us. They’re going to wish they made a complaint against me instead of my best friend.”

There was a moment of silence, and Xandar had to take a whiff of Lucianne’s scent from her hair just to cool his radiating anger. Lucianne was getting uncomfortable with the ensuing silence so she asked, “Sir Weaver, Lord Yarrington, is that okay?”

“Y-Yes, of course, my Queen.” Weaver said.

Yarrington then spoke seriously, “We’ll look into it and try to get to the bottom of things as soon as possible, your Highnesses. And, my King, for the Duke’s…issue, would you like me to tell him?”

“That won’t be necessary, Yarrington. I’ll do it.” Xandar responded immediately.

“Yes, that would be better. Weaver and I will get to it now. Have a good night, my King, my Queen.” Yarrington said.

“Good night.” Xandar and Lucianne uttered in unison.

As soon as he hung up on Yarrington and Weaver, Xandar mind-linked his cousin, ‘Hey, Christian.’ NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

‘What’s with the ominous tone, cuz? Is the Queen alright?’

‘She’s fine. This is about the sexual harassment complaints.’

‘Oh, right! It’s been one week already. Okay, where do we start? What do we do?’

‘Nothing

‘What?’

‘Yarrington is taking the lead. We both can’t be privy to the investigation in any way for now because… ten complaints have been made against you, Christian’ There was a moment of silence before Christian’s angered voice linked back, ‘WHAT THE F*CK!!!’