Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 52

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.

ask, noticing her

flour,” Liam

taking Logan to the living room before wrapping the surrounding blanket from the couch around him. I then

in just as I got the living room fireplace going.

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shoulder-length hair. The kids seem to

I stood up

looking at me nervously. She sniffs the air before baring her

there.

head.

the basement,” I tell her, and she nods before her brows pinch, and she opens her mouth to say something before spotting Logan by the fire, and her eyes widen. Oliver was sitting on his lap. She rushes over,

she spits at me, and I let her

fusses over them. I sigh before walking to

children. You just got promoted to headmistress,” I tell her, and she nods. Walking to the kitchen, I can hear groaning and pained wails coming from the

a hand?” Liam asks, and I look at him covered in

the counter and opening the basement door.

the steps. Mrs. Daley tried crawling away where she had been pushed down the stairs, her legs tangled in the wheelchair

down, I

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

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 blaring

hands, a tea towel draped over her shoulder. She gives me a wary look and hesitates for a second, then hurries past me toward

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

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

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

kidney if it meant he would get away from her. Probably

me anyway,” he says, chucking it over his shoulder and

me when I turn to follow

dry. Just let her air out for a bit,” I tell her, following Liam back through the place. I stop when I pass Oliver and Logan, who are both still sitting in the same spot, huddled underneath a blanket, watching the other children playing with

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

me,

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

Liam and stepping over the small brick fence that ran

pack, and

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you move along before you meet the real big bad wolf!” I snarl. Alpha Brock looks at Liam and me before focusing back on me

either of us that you would be showing up. If we had known, we would have prepared for your arrival,” Alpha Dean

preparations needed. If you will excuse me, I have a butcher who needs butchering,” I

why are you

slow, this Alpha is. No wonder the pack is going broke. Not one brain cell between the two of them,” Liam

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

just so happened to be in the small town square, and we received a

huge glass display fridge is out the front taking up half the store, but I can see a room 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 room. I can hear

pants, his hair a mess and sticking up at odd angles. His teeth chattered,

skillfully tied him. There was no way he would have

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

I call to Liam, who obeys,

to the windpipe couldn’t fix. My fist connects with his Adams apple. He gasps, clutching his throat.

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