The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King
Chapter 75

Chapter 75

When Lucianne was done dressing up, she came out of her spot and took her time to walk back to thelargest acacia tree, captivated by the number of freesias between her feet and in front of her. She leanedagainst the largest tree trunk and was rooted to the ground even when Xandar’s tall figure approachedher from behind.

One of his hands reached for her abdomen and the other for her arm. He took in her scent from her neckbefore he whispered into her ear, “I come here when I need to get away for a while. From everything.”

She turned her head and her eyes met his as she asked, “Since when?”

He smiled at the memory, “Since forever. Whenever I need a break from what I am, what I have to doand who I have to be, I come here for some quiet time… and to just be by myself. Away from all pressureand expectations. I did come here more often after my parents and I stopped seeing eye to eye. There’ssomething about this place that just makes it welcoming.. and soothing.”

“I feel it too.” She took a breath of air filled with the scent of the freesias before she asked, “ DoesChristian come here with you sometimes?”

Xandar shook his head and rested his chin on her shoulder before looking up into her eyes, “H e doesn’tknow about this place. I never told him or anyone else. It’s my escape from everything and everyone so Ikeep it a secret.”

Lucianne felt a tug in her heart, a tug towards him. He brought her to a place where no one else in his lifeknew about. She was so touched and surprised that she didn’t know what to

say.

Xandar saw the surprise in her eyes, and he chuckled lightly before he held on to her hand and sathimself on the ground, his back leaning against the tree. He then patted on his lap, motioning his mate tosit there as he looked up at her in hopefulness and anticipation. Lucianne returned his smile as she satsideways on his lap. Xandar held her close to his chest and pecked a kiss on her temple before hestarted stroking her arm in slow motions.

Lucianne returned her sights to the field before them. That was when Xandar said, “I don’t believe thatit’s a coincidence, you know?” She looked at him in confusion so he continued to explain as his beguilingeyes fix on her black orbs. “What are the odds that the place I seek refuge from all these years is filledwith nothing but freesia, and then I’m bonded to a mate named Lucianne Freesia Paw?” 2

Lucianne was surprised by this revelation. She didn’t make the connection to her name. These werealways her favorite flower because of the colors and scents but she didn’t connect the field before her toherself. When she continued to look in her mate’s way, her attention suddenly went to the tree they wereunder.

She smiled to herself and muttered rhetorically, “And what are the odds that all these freesia aresurrounded by a forest of acacia trees?”

Xandar’s smile fell as jealousy and insecurity swam in his eyes, making him hold her closer a she asked,“What do you mean? You know someone who’s named after these trees?

“No, but I do know someone who smells like them.”

“Who?” Xandar asked in a homicidal tone, eyes already filled with insecurity and jealousy.

When Xandar’s lilac eyes started to develop onyx shades, Lucianne chuckled and said, “It’s you, Xandar.You smell like these trees. How can you not know that? It’s your scent.”

The onyx disappeared from his eyes, and he tickled her waist as he muttered, “Little rascal.” After beingsatisfied with her blushes and giggles, he stopped his assault and held her closer t o take in her scentagain. He never noticed the trees surrounding the flowers. He only saw the colorful field, nothing else,which made sense. Whenever Lucianne was around, he only saw her, nothing and no one else.

He then said, “You know, if these freesias can let these acacias surround them and protect them, youcan too. You can let me protect you. You don’t have to be so strong for everyone all the time.”

Lucianne smiled shyly as she leaned into his warm, hard chest, “I’m not a flower in the field, Xandar.”

He pecked a kiss on her hair before declaring, “That’s right. You’re my flower.” She looked up a t himbefore he continued, “And I’m your acacia forest, my little freesia.”

She reached for his cheek and her thumb caressed it as she whispered, “Thank you, Xandar.”

His hand went for her nape, supporting it as he inched his head to one side before closing his eyes andpressing his lips on hers. Her lips responded instantly. When Xandar got her lips to part, he deepenedthe kiss and his tongue stroked the walls inside her mouth.

Xandar moaned in approval as the scent of his arousal started filling the air around them. His free handran along Lucianne’s arm, giving slow, gentle squeezes down its entire length.

When Lucianne was out of breath, Xandar continued pecking kisses on her cheek, jawline and neck. Shelet out a soft moan, and the scent of her arousal was beginning to get noticeable. Xandar’s hands tracedthe side of her upper body before moving on to her thighs. Lucianne tilted her head to one side, givingher mate more access to her neck to continue his assault there. His free hand traced her ankle to herknee, stopping at the end of her thigh.

When she moaned again, he continued kissing her deeply at her neck as he mind-linked his mate, ‘Oh,baby. I love hearing you moan like that.’ His coquettish link made Lucianne moan yet again.

He gave her thigh slow, gentle squeezes to intensify her arousal as he linked, ‘Mmm…

keep’em coming, baby. Moan for me.’ He began sucking her skin all around her neck.

“Xandar… Oh… Xandar.” Lucianne gasped his name like she was in need of air. She already felt hismanhood hardened against her bottom, and she herself was feeling a painful tug at her lower abdomen.

He smirked at her neck before pulling away to look at his dazed mate, “Babe, if you keep saying myname like that, I can’t promise that I won’t lose control. Your moans are already powerful enough to driveme and my animal insane.” Before giving her a chance to respond, h e pressed his lips on hers again,with more lust than passion.

His hand continued squeezing her thighs in desperate need, moving up her skirt until he reached herunderwear where he felt something that got him and his animal ecstatic and even more aroused.