Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 47

Abbie

My mind was still reeling from the fact Gannon had driven all the way here. How I had missed him, but I knew it was wrong to have feelings for another when you had a mate. It was a betrayal. The worst sort of betrayal to the moon goddess to refuse the gift she had bestowed on us by giving us our mates.

Honestly, I never thought myself worthy of a mate, someone to love me unconditionally, until I met Kade. I missed him, and I wondered if it hurt him just as much as it did me when we were apart. For some reason, though, as I unpacked the groceries Gannon had brought back and dropped on my doorstep. I couldn’t stop thinking of Gannon.

I couldn’t wipe the goofy smile off my face as I chewed on one of the strawberry clouds; he was always giving me candy at the castle. The fact he remembered these were my favorite had me smiling like an idiot before guilt sank in that I shouldn’t be thinking of Gannon, so I scolded myself for my reckless thoughts.

It felt strange seeing the cupboards with food in them. Kade brought a couple of bags every few days, but nothing like this. I was always rationing everything, and even then, it still wasn’t enough to last before he returned. It had been days since I last saw him, and he never stayed long, only a few minutes before saying he had to get back to work. This place was quiet, sometimes too quiet for my troubled mind, and it made me miss Ivy and Clarice more. I just needed to hold out a little longer and everything would be ok.

groceries away, I decided to go bring the washing in; I only had these pants and the shirt, plus the clothes

Being confined out here, I found I spent most of my time sleeping. The hunger always eased when I wasn’t awake to endure it, the

was slowly going down behind the trees. I split some sticks to make more pegs. Not even pegs were provided, and only

how beautiful it was. I just needed to be patient, and soon I would be free to be with my mate and not be at threat of the pack war he was currently stuck

would surely be dry, and I could iron them for tomorrow. Walking back inside, I stop when I hear the sound of tires on gravel, and my heart

the mysterious black Mustang parked at the end of the driveway again. I stare at it, wondering why they came here every day but never introduced themselves or got

I realized today was different when I saw the car door swing open and a woman got out of the car. She was gorgeous, with curly long blonde hair

black boots crunching on the gravel as she leaned on the hood. She

if I should say hello. Kade told me not to talk to anyone out here, so I