Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 11

Gannon POV 

Her tiny wolf tried to keep up, but she easily lost track of me, so I decided to double back, coming up from behind her. Abbie‘s wolf was sniffing the ground, trying to pick up my scent She was by the river‘s edge, and her head swiveled from side to side, looking amongst the trees as she tried to locate where i went. However, doubling back and the added breeze were confusing her as she followed her nose before giving up and dropping her rump to the ground as she sat staring at the river. 

Still, I didn‘t step out of my hiding spot. Instead, I watched her like some damn creep for a while cu riosity goi the better of me, and I wanted to see if she would try to escape being this close to the border ! don‘t know why I wanted to see if she was tempted to; maybe because my fascination with the girl was quickly turning into an obsession 

wandered closer to the water‘s edge, dipping her head, trying to drink from it. It was pretty shallow there, so I wasn‘t sure why she

attempted to close her front, her paws slipped slightly, and Abbie reared back, scooting fur ther away from the bank. Her heart rate was easily discernible as it thumped erratically against her chest. She nervously glanced around as if she was trying to figure her way back before she huffed and yawned and laying down. Stepping out from the treeline and the tree I was watching her from. Her ears perked on top of her head. She instantly got to her feet. Spotting me, she rushed

a Lycans urges. Leaning down, I brush my fingers through her soft thick fur, my claws bumping over the ridges of her spine. She

of her brain

was not surprising she thought she would be in trouble for her actions. She reminded me of Ivy in this sense. Both girls were unusually submissive, as if over the years, any sense of themselves was slowly beaten out of them until they were nothing but compliant to others‘ whims, so I

side‘s actions. Yet if Abbie was any thing like Ivy, she wouldn‘t understand her own instincts or Werewolf and Lycan heritage for that matter. It was one thing that infuriated me to no end about Kyson. The man was set in his ways and expected the girl to instantly be aware of her urges and to act on them. Damian and I kept telling him to be

up, making her yelp loudly. My heart lurched in my chest, thinking I hurt