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

back into the room and over to clean washing. I start folding it and hanging everything in the closet. When I am done, I move to Gannon’s

to be a diary. I 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 when I saw the corner of what appeared to be a

drawer’s lining. I move the velvet liner and find a manilla folder. I pull it out, set it with the diary, and

I pull on the corner of the picture hanging out and find it is a picture of my mother. I blink at the picture, wondering where he got it from before opening the diary to

pushes open, and Gannon’s scent wafts to me, and I move toward the bed and open it, about to ask him where he found

have already seen what it contained. I wished I

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 father’s head lay beside his body, no longer

my arms, kneeling on the pictures I couldn’t tear my eyes away from. “Abbie? Abbie, you know, to stay out of my

to clean for you,” I murmur. Liam rushes into the room behind him and stops when he sees the pictures and papers scattered everywhere. He frantically starts picking them

horrific pictures? Why is my mother in his diary? I had so many questions, and I

Tyson from the center of the bed. I move to take him, wondering why he

I look back at him before seeing the picture from the diary of my mother smiling, looking happy. I pick it up, hoping to remove the image of her mutilated, mauled body

my mother?” Gannon sighs and wipes a hand down

is not your

is,”

not anywhere on the list of reasons sifting through my head. It was like he punched me in the stomach. I suck in a breath, feeling winded by his words.