Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 18

Abbie POV

The following morning.

I walk out of the billiard room down the corridor, and my eyes light up when I spot Ivy coming toward me. I was about to run to her when I realized the King had come around the corner and was next to her. He has a hold of my hand. Ivy, also noticing me, smiles and moves toward me before freezing, yet my gaze was on the possessive way he gripped her hand as if he was afraid she would run off. Ivy pauses and I frown.

However, the King looked down at her and said something while I waited to see if she was allowed to come to see me. He glances down at her before bringing her hand to his lips. My eyes widen. Why was he being affectionate toward her? My breath lodged in my throat as worry courses through me for her. Surely, he isn’t forcing her to be his sex slave. The thought horrified me. I know it happens, but she was my Ivy. I don’t know if I could live with knowing she was suffering like that.

The guards didn’t even bat an eyelash at his outrageous affections toward her as if they expected, yet whatever he said had her rushing over to me. Her body crashed against mine as she embraced me, and I squeezed her tight. It felt as if it had been ages since I last saw her.

Upon colliding against her, a sob burst from my lips as I smother her in my hug. The relief I felt upon realizing she was okay, or as okay as she could be given her situation, was as if a weight had lifted. Ivy squeezes tight, proving she missed me just as much as I missed her.

Pulling away, I see tears streaking down her face and I wipe her tears, and she wipes mine. “I was so worried when I didn’t see you for a few days; I thought they got rid of you,” I murmur, remembering to keep my voice out of earshot.

I didn’t want to see her punished for my words, and I also didn’t want to be reprimanded before holding me at arm’s length. I glanced over at her, looking for lash marks or bruises, but I found none. She appeared to be okay.

ask her, noticing she wasn’t wearing the usual staff uniform

go with the King somewhere. He told me to wear them,” she says, and my brows furrow. Wait, where is he taking her?! glance over at the King to find him talking to his guards and Clarice. Panic made me worry she had done something wrong. Was he shunning her from the castle or selling her? I felt my stomach pool

glances over

We had a pact. Ivy is all I have left, and I refuse to go on without her. I couldn’t. She is the

back, Abbie,” the King says, pulling me from my thoughts, and I quickly straighten just as Mrs. Daley taught us, making sure not to meet his gaze. I

before

I loved her, and the King stopped when she looked back at me. Ivy lets his hand go and rushes back to me, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck, and I fight back the tears. She pecks my cheek, and I squeeze her extra tight, not wanting to

didn’t care if I got scolded for it or even whipped. I held on just that a little bit longer. I needed that last hug in case it turned out to be my last one from her. If she didn’t return, I would follow and give up, find a way to

I whisper in her ear,

king watches us curiously, and it was hard for me not to demand where he was taking her as she walked back over to him. My lip quivers as I pray to the moon goddess to return her to me. Moments later, I saw Gannon walk past and

Chapter 18

hold of his wrist. I jerk my hand back. “Sorry.” I murmur, dropping my gaze. It was clear he was busy and going with them, and I

up, and my face heats, knowing we were drawing the attention

are you talking

is he taking her? Is he selling her?” I ask