Chapter 125

Xandar’s smile turned into a frown as he leaned into her to hold her in his arms. “That’s what you’ve

been worrying about? Lucy, if kids really mean that much to you, we could always consider adoption.”

“You mean…you don’t mind…not having your own kids?” Lucianne asked in a coarse and broken voice.

He held her tighter as he whispered, “I only mind not having you, Lucy. I don’t even care if we didn’t have

any kids.”

“But you wanted…a daughter.”

Xandar sighed, already regretting the way he expressed so much enthusiasm in having a little girl with

Lucianne that she now felt like having a daughter was a must when it wasn’t. He kissed her forehead

before declaring firmly, “Baby, a daughter with your genes would have been magical but my life isn’t any

less magical without one. I meant what I said the other day, I just want to be with you. That’s all I need.”

“What about an heir to the throne?” Lucianne asked in a small voice.

Xandar answered matter-of-factly, “Well, if we do adopt, then that child would be next in line. Otherwise, i

t would be one of Juan’s kids, hierarchically-speaking.”

Lucianne’s saddened expression turned contemplative as she asked in surprise, “Juan’s kids?”

Xandar then explained, “Yes. When the King and Dukes have no successors, the next in line would be

the next closest family member. In our case, it’ll be Juan’s family since he’s like a brother to the Queen.

Greg is already disqualified from all those corruption charges against him. So, after us, Christian and

Annie, Juan’s children are technically next in line.”

“They’re wolves though.” Lucianne noted the obvious.

Xandar chuckled lightly at his mate’s worried look. “Well then, my love. We have a lot to do in our years

as King and Queen to make sure that there is little to no disparity between our species for a harmonious

succession of your niece or nephew.” 1

Lucianne’s eyebrows furrowed in disbelief as she asked, “You’re not joking? That’s really what would

happen?”

Xandar shrugged like it was just another logical reasoning for him, “Yeah. That’s just how it goes in royal

succession.”

“Huh.” Lucianne noted to herself and internalized whatever she was just told.

Xandar kissed her forehead to smoothen the creases there before he whispered, “Now that that’s out of

the way, can you please just sleep, Lucy? When you wake up, I’d like to know the inside joke between

you and Annie. I don’t like being left out.”

“What inside joke?” Lucianne asked.

Xandar narrowed his eyes at his mate as he said, “Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. Annie was never as

fierce as she was today. You two must have said or done something between yourselves to get her to

speak the way she did.”

“Oh, that.” Lucianne responded in realization before snuggling her head deeper into the pillow and slowly

letting her eyelids fall.

“Wait, you’re really not going to tell me, babe?” Xandar asked in mock annoyance.

Lucianne’s eyes opened slightly as she muttered sleepily, “You said you wanted to know after I wake

up.”,

Xandar chuckled at Lucianne’s clever retort and kissed her temple before he whispered into her ear, “I

love you.”

He only left her side after she muttered, “I know. I love you, too.” After flipping off the light switches, he

crawled under the bedsheets next to her and, like the last time, Lucianne snuggled into his chest before

they both dozed off.

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When they woke up a few hours later, Xandar got the devastating confirmation from Dr Yeil that the

poison was indeed one that suppressed pregnancy indefinitely. On the couch, Lucianne was numb as

she sat on Xandar’s lap. He stroked her arm in soothing motions while he asked Dr Yeil, “Any possible

cure?” 3

“We could have the Queen take hormonal medication in the course of her pregnancy but I must caution

you, my King, that a healthy fotus would be unlikely.” Dr Yeil said. There was a pause when Xandar

became distracted with Lucianne turning away from him to wipe away her tears.

Xandar held her closer to his chest and pecked a kiss on her tear stain before Dr Yeil’s voice came

through the line, “What happened to the Queen was unjust and wrong, my King. I wish I could be of more

help. I have sent her blood to our largest research centre in hopes that they’ll manufacture a cure but I

must admit that…I’m not sure if a solution would present itself in the near future.”

“I see. Thank you, Dr Yeil.” Xandar uttered.

“It’s a pleasure to be of service, your Highness. Do give my best to the Queen. She’s a gem that the

Kingdom cannot afford to lose.” Dr Yeil responded, knowing fully well that Lucianne’s situation was the

result of fighting off rogues and saving countless lives.

Xandar tried to speak as steadily as he could, “Will do. Thank you.” It was so unfair that Lucianne had to

bear the brunt of ruthless attacks when she had done so much for everyone.

After Xandar hung up, he kissed Lucianne’s temple and she muttered in a choppy voice, “I just th-

thought that…since I could heal from silver and Oleander…I could somehow heal from this.”

Xandar pressed her into his chest as he responded in a whisper, “I know, baby. I know.”

They sat in silence. Since it was time for dinner, they called room service, and not long later, the hotel

staff walked in with Xandar’s lobster and Lucianne’s salmon. Lucianne didn’t fight Xandar this time when

he placed her on his lap and caged her between his arms when he sliced the salmon into small parts

before feeding it to her.

Suddenly, Xandar’s phone on the armrest started to ring, showing ‘Yarrington’ on the screen. Lucianne’s

hand went underneath her mate’s arm to reach for his phone before Xandar uttered, “Put him on

speaker, sweetheart.”

After swiping to answer, Lucianne put Yarrington on speaker and held his phone near him as Xandar put

another piece of salmon into her mouth.

“Yarrington?” Xandar’s fimm voice rang through the line.

“Your Highness, Weaver and I have just heard about the Queen at the doctor’s from the news. May I

ask…is she alright?”

Lucianne nodded her head while chewing the food in her mouth. Xandar’s voice was softer when he

responded, “She’s holding up better than anyone can expect.”

There was a sigh of relief from the minister’s end before he said, “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be too

shocked. She is stronger than most Lycans we heard of, men and women alike. But there’s another

reason why I called, my King. The uh…the sexual harassment complaints have been curated but…” he

sighed, before he said, “There appears to be a hiccup.”

“What hiccup?”

Yarrington was visibly nervous when he said, “W-Well, your Highness. Ten complaints have been made

against the Duke.”

It was zero surprise for Xandar that Greg would be one of the perpetrators of this kind of offence. The

King continued slicing through his mate’s food while responding to the minister like it was no big deal,

“That’s hardly a hiccup, Yarrington. That cousin of mine doesn’t have a reputation of being respectful,

much less t o women.”

“No, my King. I wasn’t talking about the Duke from your father’s side.” Xandar’s hands on the knife and

fork halted, and Lucianne’s chewing paused as their eyes converged on Xandar’s phone.

With the sudden silence, Yarrington assumed that the King wanted him to continue speaking so he did,”

Ten complaints have been made accusing the other Duke, the second-in-command, Christian Blackfur.”