The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King
Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Evie grinned broadly to show her half-grown teeth, and she hopped a little in excitement before noddingher head and throwing her arms around Lucianne’s neck. Lucianne’s heart melted just like when Russellhugged her.

Evie let her mother pull her out from the embrace but the little girl stubbornly took back her hand withforce before telling Lucianne out loud, “When I grow up, I want to be brave and pwetty. Just like you,pwetty Lucy!” 1

The restaurant went silent, and Xandar was the proudest and happiest person in the room. (This novelwill be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)Lucianne looked a bit embarrassed but she pecked a kiss onEvie’s cheek as she said in all certainty, “Evie, when you grow up, you’ll be brave and pretty. Just likeyou.” Lucianne’s index finger tapped lightly on Evie’s nose, and the little girl giggled in excitement. Hermother made another apology and pulled away her excited daughter before little Evie prolonged theconversation.

Mummers of affection soon filled the room at how Lucianne interacted with little Evie. Everyone wasthrowing warm smiles in hers and Xandar’s way. But Lucianne was blind to all of this because herattention was on Evie the whole time.

When Evie was dragged away by her mother, Xandar stood up and held out a hand to his mate as hesaid, “Come, my love.”

Lucianne took it without hesitation, letting Xandar support her as she stood back up next to him. Hereyes followed Evie and her mother until they reached their table. Xandar and Lucianne exchangedsmiles with Evie’s family before taking a seat at the table that the waiter led them to. Xandar pecked akiss on her cheek before letting her sit as he whispered, “You’re amazing.”

She blushed as she sat and said, “So are you, Xandar.” Lucianne then smirked as she commented, “Ican see you prefer little girls to little boys.” 1

“Of course. Little girls are no competition.” Xandar said.

Lucianne shook her head with a smile, still replaceing Xandar’s jealousy for Russell unbelievable. Afterplacing their order and the waiter disappeared, Xandar took her hand before teasing, “Brave and pretty.”

That got Lucianne thinking, “Brave how though? I mean, she’s not Russell or Rita(This novel will be dailyupdtaed at www.noveljar.com). She doesn’t know me, so why did it feel like she knew that I’m a warrior?How did her family know?”

Xandar chuckled at her seriousness, “My darling, haven’t you read the news?”

Lucianne’s eyes widened, “What news? What did you do?” She got out her phone and started scrollingthrough a news site.

Xandar played with her fingers as she read through the headlines. Lucianne was shocked by

the photos they managed to get of her when she and Xandar had breakfast at the cafe on their first datethe previous day.

She tapped into one article and started reading it. Her head snapped up and she asked, “Did they callyou for an interview that I had no idea about? This article explains the new bowing formality in a lot ofdetail. And how did they know that I’m a warrior of Blue Crescent? And this line, ‘Gamma of theGammas’ sounds exactly like Christian. You two did this, didn’t you?”

Xandar scoffed as he stroked her hands to calm her, “Babe, Christian and I are both busy with work, thecollaboration and our mates. It can’t be us. Probably should have been. But no, my love. I’m sorry todisappoint you.”

“But then how did they-”

“Does it matter?” Xandar asked with those charming eyes of his as he cupped Lucianne’s hand in both ofhis. “Lucy, the collaboration involves a lot of people. Any one of them could’ve been the source. In fact,the journalists may have gotten more than fifty sources. Lycans aren’t exactly against gossiping. And thewolves would’ve been more than happy to show you off. Let’s not forget the number of people whogreeted us at the cafe yesterday.”

She furrowed her eyebrows as she asked, “You knew this was all over the news and you didn’t think oftelling me?”

He defended immediately, “I honestly thought you knew. And I only read one article. One. Christian sentit to me, and I read through it before I left the house this morning. He said it was the best one so I didn’tsee the point in reading the rest. Besides,” he lifted her hand up to peck a kiss on her fingers beforesaying, “Why talk about what’s in the news about you when I can talk to you about you?”

“You’re trying to sweet-talk your way out of this, darling?”

He asked hopefully, “Is it working?”

“Fortunately for you, it is.” Lucianne smirked, and Xandar grinned as he continued playing with herfingers.

Their food arrived shortly after that. After thanking the waiter, they began eating. About halfway throughtheir meal, a small voice came next to Lucianne, “Pwetty Lucy?”

Lucianne’s eyes snapped to her side and she saw a shy Evie. She put down her knife and fork beforeturning her body to face the little girl with a smile as she spoke softly, “Hello, Evie. Did you have a gooddinner?”

Evie became less shy as she nodded and smiled with those half-grown teeth again. She then took out aloose page from her sketchbook before handing it to Lucianne, “I drew this for you.”

Lucianne’s eyes widened in curiosity. When she looked at the drawing, her mouth gaped at the pencilsketch in her hand. It was her upper body profile from the side, angled from the table where Evie’s familysat. It was so lifelike and drawn with such detail that no one would

think a person her age could’ve done it. She even drew her scar! “Do you like it, pwetty Lucy?” Luciannepulled the little girl into a gentle embrace before letting her go as she held back her tears, “I love it, Evie.Thank you. I’ll keep this forever.”

She did that cute little hop before her smile faltered as she looked at Lucianne’s scar. She poked at itwhile asking, “Does it hurt, pwetty Lucy?(This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)” Luciannefelt touched. “No, dear. It’s all healed. It doesn’t hurt anymore. You’re so sweet to ask, Evie.” Her fingersbrushed gently across Evie’s cheek and she hopped excitedly again before she hugged Lucianne briefly.

Her sad eyes met Lucianne’s grateful ones when she pulled away and she said, “Mommy’s waiting forme outside, pwetty Lucy.” She then waved her with her little hand and Lucianne waved back, watchingher run to the entrance where her mother was waiting.

After making sure Evie was by her mother’s side, Lucianne turned back to her seat and continuedlooking at the sketch in astonishment.

Xandar was smiling radiantly throughout the whole exchange, and so were many of the other customersin the restaurant, not that Lucianne noticed. Xandar couldn’t be more proud of his mate. After puttingdown his wine glass, he reached for her hand to get her attention. Lucianne still had a look of disbeliefwhen she flipped the paper over to show Xandar what Evie did with a pencil in less than an hour as sheexclaimed, “She drew this! Can you believe i t?!”

Xandar almost choked on the wine in his mouth. He wiped off the stains from his lips before reaching outto take the sketch from her hands. His eyebrows furrowed as he studied the sketch in detail. He thenlooked at his mate and asked, “Can I have it?”

Lucianne’s eyes turn fierce as she whisper-yelled, “No! It’s mine! Give it back, Xandar!”

Ignoring her attempts to reach for the piece of artwork, Xandar gave the sketch another good look beforehe uttered, “What are kids made of nowadays? One knows how to build a remote controlled car fromscraps. Now this one can draw like an artist at the age of four.”

“She’s four?”

“Just a guess, babe. It’s remarkable.” He took one more look and asked Lucianne again, “You canalways look at yourself in the mirror. Can I really not have this?”

“No, Xandar! Evie gave it to me! Go ask her for another copy if you want one.”

He chuckled at his ferocious-looking mate who looked more adorable than anything to him a she got outhis phone to take a photo of the sketch before handing the picture back to Lucianne. She snatched itfrom him, and placed it carefully on her lap, under the napkin.

Xandar started stroking her hand as he said, “My dear, aren’t you overreacting over a little drawing?”

Lucianne challenged, “How would you react if someone tried to take something that was yours?(Thisnovel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)” She only realised how her question could beinterpreted two ways when the words were out. Her free hand covered her mouth, already regretting theway her words were framed.