Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 19

For two days, Ivy was gone, and when Clarice told me she was on her way back, I remained by the front door for over an hour. I needed to ensure she was okay. I was excitedly bursting at the seams when I saw the limo pull in. The King said something to her before she rushed over and hugged me. I squeezed her tight, relieved she was okay.

Grabbing their luggage Ivy helped me haul it to the laundry room. “Abbie, I have something to tell you,” Ivy says, nudging me as we walk down the corridor. She had a guard following closely behind her.

“What?” I ask, glancing nervously at her. I see her lips tug up in the corners slightly before she leans into me. “The king wants me to be his mate,” she whispers, and I stop dead in my tracks.

“Mate, as in his mate, he wants to make you his Queen?” I asked her, and I blinked back tears.

“Means we will be free, we won’t have to go back, Abbie, we can stay here for good,’ she tells me.

“We can stay?” I ask as she grabs my arm, tugging me along. She smiles and nods, leaning her head on my shoulder as we walk through the kitchens.

“We can stay, we will have a home, and the King said he would get Gannon to change you. If you want to be turned, then we will be together forever, forever Abbie, we will have a home, a real one.” Ivy tells me, and I feel the warmth spread through my cheeks at the mention of Gannon.

“What’s wrong?” she asks as we load the clothes into the washers.

you sure Gannon will want

him how to change you and do it myself, but I think

when she leans in next to me. “I think Gannon likes

makes you say

and him if he could have you as his personal servant; he doesn’t

I nibbled my lip but had to agree. He had done nothing that caused us harm, although he

that she would

tells me, and I almost forgot with my excitement,

the King, has told me you are no longer

know what to say. He only frowned. Ivy introduced him as Dustin, and he was silent. I already knew who he was; I had

that uniform. Those here would treat you like a servant in that uniform, and

Ivy tells her. Clarice glances at the guard nervously, thinking she will get in trouble. Dustin shrugs, and Clarice sighs, wiping

but you make sure you tell the King you wanted to help. I don’t want to be scolded for making you work.” Clarice tells her, and Ivy rocks

there to do if not work?” Ivy asked, and she was right. It would be bloody boring sitting in my room all day. I would rather work, and I knew

answers, squeezing her

and helped me. When it became later, the guard stepped away from the wall in the room we