Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 72

Abbie POV

The quilt that gnawed at me as he left brought tears to my eyes. He didn’t deserve a broken mate. How he even wanted me after everything was beyond me, and still, I couldn’t stand being touched. Even the briefest of hugs had memories crashing into me. I was useless to him.

When I am sure he is out, I move off the bed and start cleaning up. He never said anything, but I knew the mess we made upset him. Maybe if I clean the place, he will forgive me? Yet some part of me knew it was because I was inadequate, not enough for him. I wasn’t even enough for myself. I wasn’t anything, nothing. Never enough for anyone. My mere existence was to be used and tossed away. The only thing I was good for because taking it was the only way he would get anything from me.

How long before he got sick of waiting? How long before he turned out like the rest of the men that had stumbled into my life? That thought scared me, and left me trembling as I scrubbed the tiles in the bathroom.

I scoured the bathroom until there were nearly no bristles left on my scrubbing brush. The sun was beginning to rise, and I looked to the window when my shadow cast along the wall. My brows furrow in confusion. How long had I been here?

It never ceased to amaze me how I could lose track of time. As if on autopilot, shaking my head, the bathroom was so clean It almost glistened, and the bleach I had spent most of the night and early morning inhaling burned my throat and nose. It was all I could smell. — Packing up my cleaning supplies, I wandered back out to find the bedroom open again.

Gannon had opened it when he left, and I shut it while I cleaned only for it to open again, yet I thought I closed it? Walking over to it, I shut it only for it to push inward.

“Door stays open, Abbie. I can’t hear you with it closed,” comes Liam’s voice. I open the door. Liam nods, then moves back to his room, leaving the door open to his room.

you to babysit me?” I

my head, moving back into the room and over to clean washing. I start folding it and hanging everything in the closet. When I am done,

grab it out, wondering why it was in there and not on his bookshelf. I sat it on the dresser’s edge and rearranged the drawer

velvet liner and

of my mother. I blink at the picture, wondering where he got it from before opening

and open it, about to ask him where he found a picture of

what it contained. I wished I could unsee what I saw, but like everything else, it was now permanently burned

floor as I drop them. My hands tremble as I look down at the photographs in horror. My parents, all bloody and torn apart, deep claw marks tore half my mother’s face off and down her chest, blood everywhere while her eyes were wide open, staring back at me vacantly, and my

couldn’t tear my eyes away from. “Abbie? Abbie,

behind him and stops

pictures? Why is my mother in his diary? I had so many questions, and I pulled away from him. His head drops, and he curses

dresser before scooping up a sleeping Tyson from the center of the bed. I move to take him, wondering why he had to leave, but Liam rushes

picture from the diary of my mother smiling, looking happy. I

do you have a picture of my mother?” Gannon sighs and wipes a

not

is,”

sifting through my head. It was like he