Chapter 189

Greg was lying in the prison bed with an Oleander bracelet on his right

wrist. It was getting boring. How did inmates entertain themselves

here? There has to be something’, he thought to himself. He sat up and

looked around the small space before hearing heavy footsteps getting

closer to his cell. A policeman emerged, unlocked his door and said,

“We need you to be ready in the interrogation room. You have a visit

from the Crown.”

Of course he did. As he left his confined space without another word,

he was secretly impressed that his cousins got to this phase o ffacing

him in prison in such a short span of time. He and his animal thought

the two would take at least a month before the King came down here

and used his Authority to make him vomit whatever sh*t there was in

his head.

But Greg wasn't worried. He had already told Billy to activate Codes

Orange and Black, which would involve the evacuation of everyone

under his care and supervision. They would've been safely evacuated by

now. Even if that goody-goody cousin of his forced him to spit out

whatever he knew, his information would be outdated and useless. His

people were safe, and that was all Greg needed for now.

Then again, maybe he didn’t come for information. Maybe the other

Duke just wanted to kill him for what he did to his Duchess.or maybe

the King wanted to beat him up for falling in love with his mate...or it

was both.

They reached an empty room with a one-way mirror, and the policeman

got him to sit while he waited He doubted that he'd be able to see

Lucianne. After handing over the recordings, his secret that he kept to

himself had come out. There was no way his cousins would let the

Queen come after the police handed them the report.

He waited for two minutes and started getting bored, so he got up and

his back faced the door as he stretched out his body to stop himself

from falling asleep. The door opened, and without turning around, he

scoffed darkly and spoke in arrogance, “I must say, I'm impressed. Here

I thought your slower brain would take more time to...” he turned, and

saw a beautiful Lucianne looking straight at him, making Greg's cocky

eyes widened in horror and guilt before he fell on one knee and said,

“My Queen. I am so sorry. I convey my most sincere apologies. I

thought you were—"

“The King?” Lucianne asked as she remained standing in her navy blue

dress.

Greg looked uneasy when he nodded and said, “Or the other Duke... I

didn’t think your mate would allow you in here.” What the f*ck were his

cousins thinking?! If it were Greg, he'd never allow it.

Lucianne nodded with a flat smile and said, “Well, he wasn't going to.

Have a seat, your Grace.”

“He wasn't going to? She argued her way to come here? This had to be

important’, Greg thought to himself.

As soon as they were seated facing each other at the small square

table, Lucianne’s eyes were pinned on her entwined fingers before Greg

asked, “What seems to be troubling you, my Queen?”

Lucianne looked like she was choosing her words carefully. Finally, she

spoke, “The monarchy is submitting a recommendation, and we can't

come to a consensus of what we should propose to the legal system

without knowing why you chose to...incriminate yourself.”

Greg raised his eyebrows and answered, “Wasn't that the right thing to

do, my Queen?”

Lucianne locked her eyes with his and said, “You very well know that's

not what I meant, your Grace. You could have done this years ago. Why

now?"

Why now? She was still asking that despite the recordings? He looked

away as he uttered, “I doubt you'll believe me when I say this but.” he

cleared his throat and continued, “It's...difficult...to not give you what

you want.” 1

That answer and his uneasy demeanor were enough to convince

everyone watching them that Greg was sincere, that this was NOT a

tactical move in some hidden scheme. There was no scheme. His voice

echoed only vulnerability.

Lucianne felt her mate's jealousy building up strong and fast, so she

moved on to her next question, “When you helped start the corruption

scheme, no doubt not knowing that the Kyltons were the people you

were working with, did you feel that it was... wrong?”

Greg heard the hopefulness in her voice. She came to help him. It was

so difficult to not fall even harder for her when she did that.

They probably couldn't reach a consensus on the monarchy’s

recommendation because Lucianne somehow hoped that he was sorry

for what he did. But Greg knew better.

He looked at the ground when answered her question, “No, I never felt

that way. I'm sorry, my Queen.”

Lucianne digested his response before she asked, “You're sorry for not

finding corruption to be wrong?”

“No, I'm sorry for disappointing you.” Greg still couldn't look her in the

eye when he said in a low voice, “I may not agree with my cousins on a

lot of things but if they told you that there's no use in showing me

mercy, my Queen, I have to agree with them. I have

done unforgivable things. Everyone knows that.” 2

“You've also done commendable things. Not many people know that.”

Lucianne said encouragingly, using the voice she only used when she

spoke to her friends and allies. Greg never heard her speak to him like

that before today.

The Duke looked at Lucianne in disbelief right after she said that, and

she continued, “I doubt you wanted the shelter of prison. And you knew

that handing over the evidence AND yourself with it would only make

your life more difficult than if you chose to run away. But you stayed

anyway. And I don't see any fear in your eyes, your Grace. All I see is

certainty in what you're doing. There's another thing...”

Greg waited, and she said, “You confessed to giving Annie the infertility

poison, even though you could have kept it hidden, even though you

could've brought that secret to your grave. Confessing to harming the

Duchess only makes your situation worse, not better. But you did it

anyway.”

"Admitting to crimes that grave is far from commendable, my Queen.”

Greg muttered. How could she see any good in that? There was

NOTHING right about what he did.

Lucianne let out a sharp breath and muttered, “You and your cousins

are equally stubborn, more alike than any of you would admit.”

Greg hated that he was behaving like his slow-thinking cousins, and he

hated more that he upsetted Lucianne but he didn't know, what to say

With another sigh, Lucianne said, “Let's try it this way: why did you

admit to sterilizing Annie when you didn't have to?”

Greg swallowed a lump in his throat, and thought about lying. But that

would only disappoint Lucianne even more if she found out the truth

later. Even if he wanted to lie, his animal wouldn't have allowed it. They

already upsetted her. They were not going to do that again

Greg took a deep breath before he said, “Because...when I found out

that you...succumbed to the same poison, my Queen, I wanted nothing

more than to capture, torture and kill the person who was behind it. In

my mind, the ones behind such an inhumane crime shouldn't be given

a chance to escape or to live.”

Lucianne internalized his frank response before she asked, “So, you

regret what you did?”

Greg scoffed and said, “Regret seems a little too noble, my Queen. I'd

say that I'm merely offering someone the chance that I didn't get

myself.”

Lucianne furrowed her eyebrows, crossed her arms and leaned back

into her chair as she challenged, “And how is offering someone a

chance to capture, torture and kill you not noble, your Grace?”

“Because I was the perpetrator. Nobility requires something less...

malicious.”

“So, you're saying that offering your life is not noble? It's malicious?”

“My Queen, you really don't have to do this. I turned myself over

because I figured what I did was...not right. Just think of it as me...

respecting the system.”

Lucianne muttered to herself, “Hm. Didn't expect you to respect

anything, to be honest. This is good progress. So,” She looked at him

and continued, “If you were to see...the Duke or Duchess, would you

have anything to say to them before they tortured or killed you?”

Greg pondered for a moment, and reluctantly looked at the one-way

mirror, knowing that the others, including the Duke and Duchess, were

watching him, as he said, “When I did it, I wasn't sorry. But...after it was

used on the Queen... I started to... relate to pain that I have caused you.

Both of you. I admit that you both will feel a deeper pain, a greater loss

than the mild one I experienced but...I have no excuse. You have every

right and reason to kill me for what 1 did.” He looked back to Lucianne

and said,” As do you, my Queen.”

Lucianne offered a small smile and said, “If I wanted to kill you, your

Grace, I would've done it by now.” She stood from her seat, and Greg's

animal was saddened by the thought of seeing her go. He stood when

she did, and Lucianne thrusted out a hand for a handshake.

Like the previous time, Greg stared at her small hand for a moment

before he took it, bent down and pecked a polite kiss on the back.

Lucianne took back her hand, and smiled meekly as she said, “Thank

you for your time and for the evidence, your Grace.”

“It's a duty and a pleasure to serve, my Queen.” Greg uttered

The moment Lucianne stepped out of the door, Xandar's jealousy and

insecurity diminished...until he noticed Sebastian Cummings walking

past the room he was in with the others.