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.

Daley?” I ask,

to get more flour,” Liam says,

the living room before wrapping the surrounding blanket from the couch around him. I

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The kids seem to like

I stood up

she asks, looking at me nervously. She sniffs

Liam is out there. I assume you

head. “Mrs.

her mouth to say something before spotting Logan by the fire, and her eyes widen.

them! I am not Daley!” she

rushes over and fusses over them. I sigh before walking

just got promoted to headmistress,” I tell her, and she nods. Walking to the kitchen, I can hear

I look at him

from the counter and opening the basement door. I hear Liam flick the

tried crawling away where she had been pushed down the stairs, her legs tangled in the

I wanna hear you scream,” I tell her. Reaching down, I grip her hair and yank her head back.

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 the

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

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

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

her skin as a suit with how long you were taking.” Liam laughs. Katrina stares wide-eyed at me, turning my head

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

if it meant he would get

says, chucking it

asks me when I turn to

to 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

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

me, hugging his

you. She will take good care of you,” I tell him as he chews his lip while looking at his little brother. He nods,

behind Liam and stepping over the small

pack, and we were called here about a

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move along before you meet the real big bad wolf!” I snarl. Alpha Brock looks

the King never informed either of us that you would be showing up. If we

needed. If you will excuse me, I have a butcher who needs butchering,” I tell them before smiling

why are you here?” Alpha Brock

No wonder the pack is going broke. Not one brain cell between the two of them,” Liam says, and I smirk at his

you will be hanging alongside

the 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,

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 muffled yelling as I approach the

a little frosty in here,” Liam chuckles. However, my 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.

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

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

out,” I call to Liam, who obeys, rubbing his hands together

door, but nothing a punch to the windpipe couldn’t fix. My fist connects with his Adams apple. He gasps, clutching his

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