Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 67

Abbie POV

Clarice had told me Azalea had kidnapped the orphanage children. Hearing this, I finally left the room. I wanted to see the kids, and I wanted to help. All day I spent building bunk beds and setting up the ballroom, and we changed it into a makeshift orphanage, though it was

far more glamorous than anything they were accustomed to. My mind kept wondering if Tyson would be among them. I refused to have hope. Kade had promised to get him for me, and I now realized it was only ever a way to get me to comply. A false promise, another lie he fed me, and I foolishly believed.

What if he wasn’t amongst them? What if Mrs. Daley killed him with her cruel punishments? He was just a boy. My sweet boy.

I couldn’t bring myself to ask Gannon. Some part of me didn’t want Tyson to be used as a weapon against me, another false promise and another way to crush me. I knew Gannon was nothing like Kade, yet that fear lingered that I would be blinded by my heart’s desires, which we all now knew overrode any logical or rational thought. I didn’t trust my own decisions, didn’t trust my instincts anymore because they were constantly wrong.

Gannon followed me everywhere, helped wherever he could, and it felt good doing something. It occupied my mind and removed the memories, even if only temporarily.

“You okay, Love?” Gannon asks, touching my shoulder. I flinch, not hearing him sneak up behind me. He was helping drag in toy boxes from the Lycan community. They had all sent any spare clothes and toys up to the castle until the King could order things in.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I tell him while fitting the sheet to the bed.

“Abbie, you haven’t stopped. You should have a break,” Gannon says. I shake my head, grabbing the pillowcases and pillows.

“Abbie!” Gannon says, gripping my wrists. “Stop. You need to have a break” he says just as the guards yell out that the King has returned. They’re here! Excitement and hope bubbled up within me. Gannon sighs loudly and lets me go when I try to pull my wrists from his grip. I race across the castle, hearing them piling out their excited voices growing louder.

stick my fingers in

to hug and touch me, Reaching for them, I try to say hello to

alive! He was still alive. My hands reached for him, and I grabbed him from the ground, clutching him tightly. I bury my face in his neck and inhale his scent. His hand

my arms when I notice Azalea. I tried to move to her but couldn’t, so I had to wait for her to come to me since I

them out.” I whisper, wiping my tears.

“Katrina?” I ask.

her, and I glance at him behind her. He places his

I ask worriedly

Azalea tells me. I stare at her, wondering what

of it,” she tells me, and tears burn

I choke, tears slipping

are home now,” she told me, and I clutched her tighter, pulling

my

a home now, Abbie, and we have

Chapter 67

sniffling. Though what was free? Because I knew I

my throat. Glancing at the children who Clarice was trying to get their attention. Azalea and I both stick our fingers in our mouths

four rows. I shake my head and sigh, some things remain the same, yet the kids listen, and when Clarice claps her hands