Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 71

Gannon POV

The look on her face would forever haunt me. She looked at me as if I was a monster. I only went to take her hand. Yet the way she reacted was if I punched her. Her entire body collapsed in on itself as if to shield herself. The fear in her eyes when I spoke her name, the way her eyes darted frantically around, made my stomach sink.

I did this to her, and she reacted to me like this. It angered me. I wasn’t angry at her but at myself. I had forgotten where she came from and who she recently returned to me from. She raced from the room, nearly knocking me over as she snatched Tyson from my arms. She smashes her hip on the counter as she darts past Clarice, but I don’t think she even felt it.

Rising to my feet, Clarice steps aside, staring worriedly after her as she escapes. Walking out, the guards pointed me in the right direction, and I knew she was headed toward our quarters.

It was the only place she had to go, and I knew Abbie wouldn’t be running to Azalea because Azalea had her own issues at the moment with the pregnancy and Kyson keeping her locked away, worried she would be poisoned again.

We still hadn’t caught the culprit even after he used his command on all the staff. So there was no way she would give the Queen more to worry over.

Climbing the stairs, I see our bedroom door closed but spot the light beneath Tyson’s and hear his wailing screams. I run toward the door, wondering what is going on for him to be screaming like that. Shoving the door open, she hits the ground.

I reached to catch her, but it was too late. “Tyson, shh, shh,” I murmur, rolling her onto her back. She stared up at the ceiling, her eyes unfocused as Tyson climbed off the bed, his little hands clutching her shirt and shaking her.

“Shh, buddy. Mumma is okay. She just fainted,” I tell him, scooping my arms beneath her. I lift her up and stand.

“Grab your blanket and Binky,” I tell him, and he blinks, trying to register what I am saying: Abbie sometimes signed to him, and I tried to remember, but after a few seconds, he seemed to catch on and snatched the corner of his blanket and his Binky.

He follows after me and runs ahead, pushing the door, his little feet getting tangled in the blanket dragging behind him, and he slips, his chin hitting the floor, making him scream. Cursing, I use my hip to shove the door open and set her on the bed before rushing back to Tyson. I grab him under the arms.

His chin was bleeding where he banged it, and I quickly moved him to the bathroom, sitting him on the bathtub’s edge before grabbing a face washer and dabbing it. It wasn’t deep, but he would have one hell of a bruise in the morning.

my shirt. I sigh, taking it off and grabbing him. If it means keeping him quiet, he could

the bed, I place him between us and lean over to check Abbie. Her face is scrunched up as if she is dreaming. But her heart rate is even, and so is her breathing. I was used to

this was the first one she had had since Tyson got here. Tyson smacks my chest, his fingers fisting my chest hair, and I growl when he tugs the

and making the noise I recognize he makes when wanting to draw. Sighing, I get up and grab the bucket of textas off the bedside table Abbie didn’t remove from the room and hand them to him. There were only three colors but in every shade of those three colors. Blue, green,

the bucket finding the shade he wants, and I sigh, laying on my back and letting him

him with mine when he would spot hers. Abbie was self-conscious and always drew

time she woke. His

my fingertips. She exhales, squeezing her eyes shut, and her face reddens as it always did when she had these panic attacks. She found them embarrassing, and I knew it

me, knowing it was my fault this time. I rearrange Tyson, moving him between us and tucking

leave the room, Abbie. You didn’t need to run from me,”

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Chapter 71

here with me,”

in our bed forever. I get hardly any sleep, as it is with him kicking the crap

on the couch with him,” she says like it is

is. I groan, pinching my

able to touch you and

here without him, Gannon,” she murmurs, brushing his hair with

snap, becoming

don’t expect things with him here!” She snaps at

that is not what I meant. I have never asked you for anything more than you are

not comfortable sleeping in here without