Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 28

I was up early before the sun had even risen fully, wanting to sneak down and see Ivy and bring her something to eat. I wondered how her first went. Getting dressed quickly, I opened the door to find Liam standing next to my door playing a game on his phone, his fingers jabbing hard at the screen while he cursed at it, making me assume he was losing whatever game it was he played.

Shaking my head, I step past him, and he follows with his head down, focused on his game.

“Stupid game,” he growls as he follows me downstairs to the kitchens.

“What are you playing?” I ask, not really caring, but if I had to listen to him curse his phone out, it would be nice knowing what he is cursing about. I wait for him to answer as he starts stabbing his phone viciously with his finger.

“A cake-building game,” he tells me, and I pull a face at that. With crazy finger poking and cursing, I assumed he was playing some killing or shooting game.

“A cake building game, cake like you eat?” I ask, wondering if it was code for something else. Yep, making this stupid pink unicorn thing, but the sprinkles are going too fast, and the placement is wrong. It deducted more bloody points.” he snaps before looking at me.

“Have you got a phone?” he asks as we walk into the kitchens. I shake my head, and he turns to Clarice.

“Mumsy, oh dear mumsy?” he calls in a sugary sweet voice as he excitedly moves toward her station.

“Yes, Liam?” Clarice yawns tiredly, looking like she had no sleep at all.

I borrow your phone?” he

asks, pointing to it

to download a game so you can

apron pocket. She hands it to him, and he lights up as if all his Christmases come

it for porn like last time. Damn near gave me a

promise. I am just downloading a game, so I can send myself some sprinkles,” Liam tells her, unlocking her phone

on her phone. Clarice looks

work making Ivy some breakfast and Gannon so I can take it down to them. It seemed like the perfect

a picnic basket, and I leave Liam with

clutching her clothes in her hands

door of the King’s office, then slams shut with a loud bang. I gasp as Ester runs out the castle doors.

King didn’t kick his own mate out to

eyes go to mine. They soften a little before she gasps. “Come on, you go down there like that, and Ivy will know something is wrong,” she tells me. I look at the picnic basket in my hands, and

could read me like a book. It would only hurt her more if I went down there

she walks toward them, and Clarice stops

me; I swear

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