Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 48

Feeling a bit hungry. I wander into the kitchen. The sun was down now, and the day turned to night. The nights were the longest, so cold and empty, and that’s usually also when the most pain came. That horrible, heart-breaking pain that restricted my chest. My anxiety always peaked around this time, waiting for it to arrive Next time I speak with him, I will ask Kade to take me to the pack doctor. Something had to be wrong, or it wouldn’t be so frequent.

Walking into the kitchen. I grab a cup and fill it with milk, deciding to have milk and cookies. I am too tired to cook, not that I had any reason to be, and the stove was temperamental and only worked when it wanted to. Dipping my biscuit in my milk, I bite it, the sugary sweetness makes me giddy.

Sugar always had that effect on me. Kade said it was because I wasn’t used to having it, and after I annoyed him with my constant talking on the way here from the bag of clouds Gannon gave me before I left, he tossed them out the window and snapped at me and told me to keep quiet because he had a headache. I hadn’t had anything sweet since besides artificial sugar cubes in my coffee that Kade brought last time he came here. He said it was a treat for being good, but it didn’t even taste like sugar and had a funny aftertaste.

What if he came? Maybe I shouldn’t have anymore? I didn’t want to annoy my mate and make him leave, placing the half-eaten biscuit back. I would eat the other half tomorrow just in case he did come to see me. I hoped he would. Hoped he would have some news on Tyson, or me moving to the packhouse.

I placed the open packet in the fridge and decided to quickly spring clean to burn off some energy. I fill the sink with water and start cleaning the kitchen. Nothing I did improved its state, though.

The place was falling apart. Washing my cup, I place it on the sink upside down when I hear car tires again. My eyes widen with excitement, and I can’t help the stupid smile that spreads across my face. Pulling my hands out of the water, I quickly dry them and race to the front door, tossing it open, unable to contain my excitement.

| squealed when I saw Kade’s car parked out front, and he hopped out along with two of his pack enforcers who I had met back at the castle. Kade climbs out, looking gorgeous in his suit, and I rush down the steps, almost bouncing with joy. I ran over, about to throw my arms around me. Gosh, I missed him.

Only I am greeted with his fist. My head snaps back, and I clutch my face, blood spurting out of my nose and lip where his fist connected. Blood stains my shirt and my hands as I look at them. I am shocked, unable to process what just happened as I land on my back on the gravel.

Lifting my head, his hand reached for me before I saw the cruel sneer on his face. It was something I had never seen on him before. He grabs my hair, making me cry out, my neck arching back painfully. Kade says nothing, just rips me back toward the house; I clutch his hands, my feet slipping on the loose gravel as I try to stand.

“Kade? I cried out as he dragged me across the ground and up the steps by my hair. My hair tears painfully from my scalp when he tosses me inside. I scream in pain when I land on the hard floor on my hip. My hand’s jar as I throw them out, trying to break my fall sending

shooting pain up my arms. Kade kicks the door shut, and my eyes widen when he turns on me again.

“You fucking whore. Who were you with?” Kade bellows at me. I scrambled back on my hands and feet when he grabbed my hair again, hauling me upright.

“What do you mean?” I shriek as he yanks me into the kitchen.

think I

was just Gannon,” I sob, trying to get him to let go. He does, and I stumble back into the sink when he growls, grabbing the back of my

rests on the steel bottom. My throat burns and aches furiously as I begin to drown, inhaling the water and making my nose burn, but before I

gasping for air. My hair and face are

“No, why are…?”

Water sloshes onto the floor at my feet

me food, that’s all.” I choked out desperately, wondering what he was talking

through my skull, and I see black as my head

food off the shelves, tossing them at me, and I shield my head, my body becoming bruised and battered as he tosses them at me, the bond screaming for him to stop, and my heart twisting painfully in my chest. He snarls, picking up a bag

snarls, and I shake my head, sobbing. My hands shake as he reaches for me, and I put them up to shield

down the side of my head, from my nose and eyebrow. It

I try to spit it out, choking on it. “Filthy fucking

a whore? I will treat you like one,” he

shoves me toward the door. I see my phone and desperately try to snatch it off the counter when he punches me in the stomach, knocking the

phone breaking into pieces while I try to catch my breath. He kicks me in the stomach,

across my vision, and flecks of gold as a wave of dizziness washes through me, the room spinning around me violently. My blood drips on the ground from the gash on my head. Kade’s feet stop beside my face when hands grab me, and I am tossed over his shoulder. He kicks the door, sending it flying into the front of the yard, stomping down the steps toward his

the trunk,” he snaps at one of his men, who rushed to do his bidding. I thrash, trying to get him to put me down, begging

how long he drove, but I am sent hurtling into the rear seat when he jams on the brakes. My heart beats erratically, filling my ears with the pounding sound of it when I hear the car doors slam, and I suddenly can’t breathe, panic consuming me, and I try to suck in a hiccupped breath as the trunk

reaches in to grab me. I thrash, slapping his hands away and kicking when he punches me. My head whipped to the side, and I felt my eye swell shut instantly, I groaned, dazed from

veins on fire as the poison raged an inferno through my bloodstream. “Don’t worry, love, it won’t kill you, but you won’t be able to shift or heal, just a mild sedative,” Kade mocks as I peer up at him through my swollen eye that feels like it

tossing me over his shoulder, and I groan, feeling sick at the motion of him walking up steps before I am dumped onto the red carpet. I can’t even sit up, wholly paralyzed yet wide awake. My mind races as I try to look around, yet

against the wall. He grabs my head, which is now lolled forward; I notice I am dribbling blood and drooling down my chin. A woman walks

black lingerie, her hair is cut short in a pixie cut, and she is also wearing stilettos. “Yes,

punished, so we are going to put on a show for her. Get on the bed, Blaire.” The woman gasps and