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 wheelchair

to get more flour,” Liam says, winking at

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

walks in just as I got the living

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

when I stood up and stared

are you?” she asks, looking at me nervously. She sniffs the

is out there. I assume you are

nods her head. “Mrs.

say something before spotting Logan by the fire, and her eyes widen. Oliver was sitting on his lap. She rushes over, and

she spits at me, and I let her

over them. I

her, and she nods. Walking to the kitchen, I can hear groaning and pained wails

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

him, snatching the knives from the counter and opening the basement door. I hear Liam flick the radio on that sits on

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

down, I grip her hair and yank her head back. “And

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 place reeked

the filthy sink, I dry them on 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

wary look and hesitates for a second, then hurries past me toward the small kitchen. I watch

basement door. He smirks,

trying 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 to look

a wink. I shake my head as he walks towards me when he stops at the door leading out

her kidney if it meant he would

looks better on me anyway,” he says, chucking

asks me when I turn to

following Liam back through the place. I stop

you up. I have someone I want you both to

Logan asks me,

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.

behind Liam and stepping over the small

you mean can I help you? This isn’t your pack, and we were called here about a

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

you would be showing up. If we had known, we would have prepared

butcher who needs butchering,” I tell

why are you here?” Alpha

is going broke. Not one brain cell between

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

me directions to the butcher’s shop in town. It just so happened to be in the small

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

was in his mid-forties, still dressed in plaid pajama pants, his

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

apron while I grab one of

him out,” I call to Liam, who obeys,

the windpipe couldn’t fix. My fist connects with his Adams apple. He gasps, clutching his throat. I take a fistful of his hair and slam his head into the steel table. He

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