Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Gannon POV

I had counted every strike against the old hag’s back, watched as she hung limp in the restraint as my eyes wandered to the packhouse which the King had yet to emerge from. My brows furrowed, and I glanced around at the guards. I was so preoccupied with dealing with Mrs. Daley that I hadn’t realized the King was still inside the packhouse.

I wipe my hands on my jeans which were drenched in blood from the back spray from off the whip. “He still in there?” I ask one of the men standing guard by the doors. He nods his head.

“Yes, Gamma, we tried to go in, but he told us not to disturb him,” the man spoke, and I raised an eyebrow at him as I climbed the steps before shoving the rickety old door in. Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock were sitting on the steps in the hallway.

“Where is the King?” I ask before Alpha Dean lifts a shaking finger and points toward the basement door.

“He told us to get out and wait up here,” Alpha Dean says, and by how pale he was, something had scared the life right out of the old man. As I opened the door, I could hear the King muttering and cursing at myself for leaving him on his own.

Walking down the steps, I knew instantly he wasn’t in the right state of mind by his aura that had my knees shaking and the

goosebumps that rose every hair on my body. That proven more by the moment my feet touched the concrete floor, and I peered over at him where he stood by a table in the center of the dusty old room. The place was floor to ceiling high in boxes and files.

His entire body tensed as he sensed the incoming intruder. One side of the King everyone was petrified of. The monster that lurked beneath the skin of this man. In this form, he was the biggest predator, a lethal beast, and he showed it within seconds of me spotting him.

One minute, he was standing by the table under the hanging light. The next, his hands gripped my shirt’s front, and I was airborne as he tossed me. The air fizzled in my lungs as I hit a stack of boxes.

“Kyson!” I choked as his fist connected with my head. I growl before it’s cut off by his hands around my throat. I grip his wrists, only for him to lift and slam me onto the table that he was standing over when I came down here.

Damian usually dealt with him when he was in fits of rage, and usually, the King kept this part of him locked up tight until it exploded as it had now.

“Kyson!” I choked out as his grip tightened. His eyes were black and plagued with the horrors of his past, where he couldn’t protect his sister, a past full of bloodshed and unimaginable horrors. A place he was currently trapped in, like the nightmares that plagued him, and I was yet to figure out what had triggered him.

I tilt my head to the side just as his fist comes down on the table before punching him in the ribs. His grip never waivers as he hits me again, and I heard the wood crack as my head smashed back against the table. He would forgive me because I wasn’t taking a

pounding from him, and he clearly wanted to burn off some anger.

grip making the transition painful as my neck elongated and the bones in my face

sudden pain he felt, that momentary distraction making his grip on my throat lessens, and my claws slip free

scratched or bruised. His anger diminished as his

to normal as he sits up from where I tossed him off. The basement

“Gannon?”

to him, hoping not to set him off again. We

trying to catch my breath as he shifted back. He leaned back

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not yet. He was unpredictable at the best of times yet emotional at ticking

floor. I was near tempted to go drag Alpha Dean down here when he didn’t answer when I spotted some photographs. One of the women I could barely recognize because

to do with

breathes, and I glance over my shoulder to find him resting his head back

scattered pieces and trying to figure out his words when I spot a photo of a woman! recognized as Marrissa Talbot,

Marrissa was Ivy’s mother. “Fuck!”I curse, knowing full well what that

can’t be with her, not after knowing

up more files only

am certain that she isn’t her mother, Kyson. How you could even entertain the idea of them being one and the same is beyond me. Besides, that

if she is, what do I do with her, then?” Kyson asks

is your mate!” I tell him while gathering

won’t have a monster for

You can’t blame

she left behind a daughter that I can!” he growls before storming out of the

was destroyed as if someone had left off a bomb downstairs, and I shook my head at the mess before following after

rose to his feet from where he still sat on the steps. “You couldn’t have told us this over the damn phone or faxed this crap?” I asked, shaking it in the prick’s face. He said nothing, and I looked

no longer exist as the place was upturned

leave now unless you want him tearing this pack apart,” I tell the man, and he runs

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