Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 52

His little arm had a bruise, and he cried when I grabbed him, like he thought I was about to hurt him. “Shh, shh. What’s your name?” I ask him, yet he eyes Mrs. Daley, clearly petrified of the woman. He is all skin and bone, his big brown eyes had no light, his cheeks hollow and his eyes sunken in, his curly black hair sat on his shoulders and was matted and knotted.

which I thought was strange, however seeing a rogue child was more bizarre, and I had a feeling it was just for show in case the King stopped by. One thing is apparent – none of these children were cared for properly, and that really grinds my gears.

“Like he can’t, or he doesn’t know how?” I ask her. She shrugs, and her eyes dart to Mrs. Daley. It was clear she was scared of the woman.

“Mrs. Daley is leaving today. She is retiring. You can speak freely, she won’t hurt you,” I tell Kimmy. She bites her lip before scratching the back of her matted blonde hair.

“I heard Mrs. Daley fighting with Katrina. Katrina wanted to take him and his brother but Mrs. Daley wouldn’t let her.”

“He has a brother?”

“Had. We haven’t seen him for two days. He bit Mrs. Daley when she smacked Oliver,” Kimmy says, pointing to the boy in my arms.

“His name is Oliver?” Kimmy nods.

“The brother’s name?”

“Logan, Sir,” she says, and I nod.

“What about Katrina? Does she hurt you?” Kimmy shakes her head, and she looks at Mrs. Daley nervously, who stares ahead, looking out the window above the sink vacantly. She knew she had fucked up.

“Mrs. Daley had the butcher hurt Katrina for sticking up for them. He broke her arm, but she is ok now.”

“Kimmy, can you find some clothes and socks for Oliver?” I tell her, and she nods, holding her arms out for him. He goes to her, and she takes him upstairs while I turn Mrs. Daley’s wheelchair with my foot.

“Where is his brother?”

“The kid is a menace! He bit me like a savage!” she sneers.

“Where is the boy?” I snarl, and Liam glares at her before twisting his knife between his fingers in a warning.

“I would answer him. We don’t like child abusers. But you already know that,” Liam wams her, and she gulps.

“In the laundry room outside,” I growi, storming outside in search of it before finding it behind the shed. I could hear whimpering when I approached the wooden door. Pushing it open, I find another small boy inside a cage underneath the bench next to the washer. Anger courses through me as I bend down and snap the lock. He looks to be about Kimmy’s age, though he is freezing cold, and clearly bruised and battered.

“Did Mrs. Daley do this to you?” The boy shakes his head, moving to the back of the cage. “I won’t hurt you. I am here to help,” I tell him.

“My brother! Help my brother!” he whimpers, cringing away when I break the front door off and open the dog cage.

“Who put you in here? Did Katrina? I won’t hurt you, and I won’t let them hurt you.” I tell him while taking my jacket off. I drape it over his skinny frame, and he shakes his head.

“No, she tried to help me.”

“Who brought you out here, then? Daley couldn’t have. She wouldn’t have got down the back steps.”

“The Butcher did, Sir,” he says as he stares at my outstretched hand.

“Come on, you and your brother are coming home with me. I won’t hurt you, but I need you to come inside where it is warm. Liam is inside. You will like Liam, he is making pancakes,” I tell him. He hesitates before dropping his hand in mine, and I pull him from the small cage.

“How old are you?”

“Eight, Sir,” I nod before seeing his bare feet and scooping him up. I carry him inside before stepping into the kitchen.

I ask,

get more flour,” Liam says, winking at

couch around him. I then went

the place. Eventually, Katrina walks in just as I got the living room fireplace going.

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her twenties, with brown shoulder-length hair. The kids seem to like her,

up and stared

She sniffs the air before baring her

out there. I assume you

nods her head. “Mrs. Daley?”

say something before spotting Logan by the fire, and her eyes

she spits at me, and I let

over them. I sigh before walking to the

promoted to headmistress,” I tell her, and she

and I look at him covered

counter and opening the basement door. I hear Liam flick the radio on that sits on

away where she had been pushed down the stairs, her legs tangled in the wheelchair as she clawed at the

Reaching down, I grip her hair and yank her

turning the music up. Mrs. Daley’s screams echoed around the basement. Eventually, her screams cut out completely, her body bloody and lifeless, having skinned the bitch alive. Oh, how I loved hearing them scream. Although I could have gone without the erection it gave me. Blood coated the stone floor red, the smell was pungent, and

a hessian bag I found sitting beside it before looking at the old hag’s pelt hanging up on a hook from the ceiling, admiring my handiwork I head for the stairs with a shrug. The rickety old steps creak under my weight as I climb them. Opening the door, I shake my head when I see Liam shaking his ass and dancing to the music he had

pile of plates clutched in her hands, a tea towel draped over her shoulder. She gives me a wary look and hesitates for a second, then hurries past me toward the small kitchen. I watch as she sets the plates on the bench beside Liam. He grabs her hand and twirls her around

spot me standing by the basement door. He smirks, before letting her go and drying

Mrs. Daley and wearing her skin as a suit with how long you were taking.”

pecking Katrina on the cheek. “Be seeing you later, doll face,” he says, sending her a wink. I shake my head as he walks towards me when he stops at the door leading out to the hall. “On second thought.” He turns back and snatches the apron off the counter. “You don’t want

she would give him her kidney if it meant he would get away from

me anyway,” he says, chucking it

Mrs. Daley?” Katrina asks me when I turn

let her air out for a bit,” I tell her, following Liam back through the place. I stop when I

have someone I want you both to meet,” I tell them. Oliver rests his head

asks me, hugging his brother

she will love both of you. She will take good care of you,” I tell him as he chews his lip while looking at his little brother. He nods, so I turn on my heel before walking outside. When I do, I am confronted with Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock, who must have been having a heated

you?” I ask them, coming behind Liam and stepping over the small brick fence

you? This isn’t your pack, and we were called here about a disturbance.” Alpha

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were lower on the food chain. So, I suggest you move along before you meet the real big bad wolf!” I snarl. Alpha Brock

showing up. If we had known, we would

butcher who needs butchering,” I tell

you

Not one brain cell between the two of them,”

return. Touch them and you will be hanging alongside Mrs. Daley in the basement.” I tell them before climbing

orphanage behind them as we drive off. Liam gave me directions to the butcher’s shop in town. It just so happened to be in the small town square, and we received a few nervous glances as we climbed out and headed inside the

out the back behind the till. Pushing through the hinged door beside the fridge display, I went out the back of the small store to the freezer

attention is solely on the butcher, who stared with big brown eyes. He was in his mid-forties, still dressed in plaid pajama pants, his hair a mess and sticking up at odd angles. His teeth chattered, and his

had skillfully tied him. There was no way he would have been able to shift

eyes glance between us both, and Liam pulls on his lovely floral apron while I grab one of the rubber

him out,” I call to Liam,

he does, he runs, bolting out the door, but nothing a punch to the windpipe couldn’t fix. My fist connects with his Adams apple.