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 her

to get more flour,” Liam

from the couch around him. I then went and got firewood and filled all the fireplaces,

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

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The kids seem to like her, jumping around and trying to get her attention.

when I stood up

She

is out there.

nods her head. “Mrs. Daley?” she

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

hurt them! I am not Daley!” she spits at me, and I let her

them.

her, and she nods. Walking to the

asks, and I look at

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

been pushed down the stairs, her legs tangled in the wheelchair as she

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

screams cut out completely, her body bloody and lifeless, having skinned the bitch alive. Oh, how I loved hearing them scream. Although

the ceiling, admiring my handiwork I head for the stairs with a shrug. The rickety old steps creak under my weight as I climb

a second, then hurries past me toward the small kitchen. I watch as she sets the plates on the bench beside Liam.

the basement door. He smirks, before letting

on Mrs. Daley and wearing her skin as a suit with how long you were taking.” Liam laughs. Katrina stares wide-eyed at me, turning

my head as he

was pretty sure she would give him her kidney if it meant he would get away

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

asks me when I turn to

to worry, 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,

have someone I want you both to meet,” I tell them. Oliver rests his head on Logan’s shoulder, sucking his

me,

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 over the small brick fence that ran along the

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

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Well, last I checked, werewolves were lower on the food chain. So, I suggest you move along before you meet the real big bad wolf!” I snarl. Alpha Brock looks at Liam and me before focusing back

that you would be showing up. If we had

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

you here?” Alpha

is going broke. Not one brain cell between the two of them,” Liam says, and I

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

in town. It just so happened to be in the small town square, and

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 muffled yelling as I approach the enormous steel

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

way he would have been

butcher’s eyes glance between us both, and Liam pulls on his lovely floral apron

to Liam, who obeys, rubbing his hands together

moment 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. He gasps, clutching his throat. I

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