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.

I ask, noticing

get more flour,” Liam says, winking

room before wrapping the surrounding blanket from the couch around him. I then went and got firewood and filled all

pancakes wasted through the place. Eventually, Katrina walks in just as I got the living room

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

stood up and stared at

she asks, looking at me nervously. She sniffs the air before

is out there. I

her head.

basement,” I tell her, and she nods before her brows pinch, and she opens her mouth to say something before spotting Logan

Daley!” she spits at me, and I let

over them.

tell her, and she nods. Walking to the

I look at him

the knives from the counter and opening the

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

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

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 place reeked of

shrug. The rickety old steps creak under my

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 before pulling her to dance with him, tugging her body

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

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

seeing you later, doll face,” he says, sending her a wink. I shake my head as he walks towards me when he stops at

if it

looks better on me anyway,” he says, chucking it over his shoulder

me when I turn to

I already hung her up 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,

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

me, hugging

You will like her, and 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

coming behind Liam and stepping

you? This isn’t your pack, and we were called here

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before you meet the real big bad wolf!” I snarl. Alpha

that you would be showing up. If we had known, we would

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

are you here?” Alpha Brock

pack is going broke. Not one brain cell between the two

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

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 small

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 enormous

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 lips were blue. His chest was bare, and his

would have been able

us both, and Liam pulls on his lovely floral apron while I grab

to Liam, who obeys, rubbing his

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

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