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.

is your uniform?” I ask her, noticing she wasn’t

to 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

in my voice. Ivy glances over her shoulder at the King before looking back at me, and she

rid of her, I wanted to go with her. I don’t want to remain here without her. We had a pact. Ivy is all I have left, and I refuse to go on without her. I couldn’t. She is the only reason I didn’t kill myself. The

taught us, making sure not to meet his gaze. I give a little curtsey, not wanting to be whipped for disrespect, and turn my neck in

hand on her hip. My eyes dart to his hand before going to lvy. Wondering if she was okay when he suddenly pulled her away

needed to know I loved her, and the King stopped when she looked back at me. Ivy lets his hand go and rushes back to

bit longer. I needed that last hug in case it turned

ear, and my voice cracks as my throat becomes clogged with

I pray to the moon goddess to return her to me. Moments later, I saw Gannon walk past and before I could stop myself, I gripped his wrist. He stops

Chapter 18

him to realize I still had a 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 was

and tilting my face up, and my face heats, knowing we were

you talking about?”

taking her? Is he selling her?” I ask him, and