Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Read Mated To The King’s Gamma by Jessica Hall Chapter 76 – Azalea POV

We stepped into a courtyard I had never been in before. My heart nearly stopped when I saw Ester tied with her hands chained above her head to the wall. Her clothes were torn at the back from where the whip had slashed her flesh. However, the wounds were healed, and she panted. Kyson growls, and anger coursed through the bond. Peter stood with a whip in his hands that he swiftly dropped, shaking his head and looking at Kyson pleadingly. Clarice stood off to the side, nibbling her fingernails. The skin on her face had tears trekking down it and dripping off her chin.

Though Trey’s expressionless face as he sneered at Peter shocked me the most. This was his sister, and he showed no care for her at all. It was shocking.

“Again! You have twenty more, Peter.” he snarls, stalking over to him and snatching the whip from the ground. He thrusts it at Peter, who flinches away from him. Bile rose up my throat, and I looked at Kyson, squeezing his hand, and he turned his head, looking at me.

“It’s only twenty,” I tell him, and Ester glances over her shoulder at me. Her face flushed red, and she panted before looking at Kyson.

“Hurry up, Peter. Finish it!” Kyson snaps.

“Prick.” I hiss under my breath, and Kyson growls, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“Watch your tone,” he whispers next to my ear.

“Watch yours.” I retorted, ripping my arm from his grip. I make my way over to Clarice, who explains Ester was taking it rather well, and Kyson overhearing that, did not sound impressed.

He walked over to Liam and talked to him before Liam walked off. Though I was quite shocked at how fast Ester was healing. The moment the whip pulled away, her skin closed. Being whipped was one thing. Seeing someone else made my skin prickle and itch.

I couldn’t stand the sound of the crack being made, the way it whipped through the air, the sound of tearing flesh. Flashbacks smashed me as I tried to block them out, and I wanted nothing more than to run. At this moment, I truly hated Kyson. Hated who he had become.

Yet once Peter finished, her skin was red and angry but no longer bleeding. That seemed to bother Kyson. He wanted blood, and plenty stained the stone ground, yet he was not sated by it. For the most part, I stared at the rose bushes, blocking out what was going around me until I heard Ester shriek when Liam walked in with a bucket. The potent scent of Wolfsbane reached my nose, and Clarice whimpered beside me, and I sat up straighter.

“Kyson!” I hissed. He growls, I know they need to be punished, but this seemed excessive even for him. I watched in horror as he dipped the whip in the bucket, and my heart lodged in my throat, and tears sprung to my eyes as he pulled it out. The cracking sound sent spray everywhere, and her scream I felt to my core.

One scream and it sent me back to a dark place and had me twisting where I sat on the edge of the garden. The contents of my stomach spewed out into the garden. Kyson, though, was almost rabid, not caring he made me sick.

Not caring for her screams or Peter’s begging. He wasn’t present, lost in his anger, and by the 100th one, Ester hung limply in the chains, yet still, he didn’t stop. I was trapped in the darkest parts of my mind. The darkest places I thought I would never be trapped in again. Only this time, my mate’s actions trapped me there until Clarice shrieked beside me.

Her hands that held me gripped me tighter and Peter’s blood-curdling scream made goosebumps rise, and my ears rang loudly, ripping me out of my own head that was tormenting me. Peter lay on the ground, and Kyson stood over him with the whip in his hand. Ester was a bloody mess, and I could have sworn that some of the white meaty-looking bits of her back were exposed down to the bone.

“Leave him,” Ester breathed. Yet she couldn’t move to lift her head. I gaped at the scene before me. Peter clutched his face. That was bleeding profusely. Kyson was enraged and, at some time, had shifted.

| swallowed as he breathed heavily, and the nearby gardener was pale as a ghost as he looked at Peter and Ester. He reached forward, gripping Peter’s arms.

“Please, no more! She can’t take it anymore! Let me take her place.” Peter pleaded.

“No!” Clarice shrieked.

Kyson snarled, his upper lip pulling back over his teeth, and a sinister glint was in his black obsidian eyes. He tilts his head to the side.

“I’ll allow it,”

“He is a boy!” The gardener defended. I had no idea when he got here, but he obviously cared for Peter.

“He can’t even heal!” Kyson shrugs, turning back to Ester. The whip cracked in the air, and her scream made my blood run cold when Peter

escaped the gardener’s clutches and tossed himself in front of his mother. Trey clenched his jaw and looked ahead, the only sign that he disagreed with Kyson’s actions. He was controlled solely now by his rage and hate for the pair. I saw him raise the whip, and I never even registered the movement as I tossed myself in front of my brother.

Peter couldn’t heal, I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t allow Kyson to kill them. The sentence he gave Ester turned lethal when he had Liam bring out the Wolfsbane. Enough was enough.

I felt the sharp tendrils of fiery pain split up my back and tear my dress and shoulder. I hissed, and my back arched, but I gripped Peter, managing to stay upright as my own scream reverberated around the area.

the wall beside Ester. I

he whimpered, yet just that simple command made me s*ck in a harsh breath as I turned to face my mate, who was now staring in horror at me. He takes a step toward

“Move!”

has suffered enough!” I seethed

toward the gardener, who comes over a grabs Peter, dragging him away

then. I take her place.” I tell him,

“No!” Kyson snarls.

dress fall to the ground, leaving me in just my undergarments. Everyone averts their gaze, as I

he gasps where he had struck me instead of Peter. I knew what he saw. Years and years

him come behind me, his long furry fingers wrapping around my arm as he

my flesh yet revel in hers? No! I won’t

I kill her.” he sneers,

killing her. Look at her!” I screamed furiously in his face. He seemed taken aback but

eyes narrowed, and I could see the fury behind them, the argument I knew that was coming, but here with witnesses, he refused to give a show to them. He wanted us a united front, but I would not stand by this a moment more. I never agreed in the first place but understood it had to happen, but he said he wouldn’t kill

of us willing to bow to the other, and

My King. Landeena’s

be Landeena, but I am your

much stronger than him. He seemed surprised, and his eyebrows rose, yet my assumption was correct. With hierarchy, the Alpha was always most assertive, the most dominant in a mate bond but not

doesn’t

yet. But I think you and I both know you are dreading the day I do,” I tell him, and

his gaze back to me. “Cover up!” he snaps, turning on his heel

Gannon POV

watching that bastard take his punishment, paying for his sins, yet at the same time, Abbie and I have done nothing but argue. I could see if I went down there and stood by my king’s

and Tyson’s crying was

I loved her to

won’t sleep

night without it Abbie, it won’t hurt him.”

answered the door, and Abbie got to her feet to move toward the door before freezing mid-step when she spotted Azalea. Abbie groaned, unable to go to her, yet the longing on her face

room while I remain frozen, unable to myself, not expecting the visit. Azalea leans down, kissing his head and messing Tyson’s hair before sitting beside him. I glanced at the door, half expecting Kyson to be with her, but

made you watch?” Abbie asks as

sorry, I couldn’t watch that. I could kill him for making you!” Abbie growls, and I growl at her, annoyed because I should have been down there, not Liam,

her, and Abbie rolls her eyes at me and I

while, but I could tell it was straining on Abbie because she couldn’t move toward her and had to consider her intentions

Abbie asks me. I sigh and force myself

to learn to sleep without

“Gannon!”

I growled, leaning down to take Tyson. I prop him on

town?” Azalea

certain things irritate him. To Tyson, it was a comfort thing. Yet he can’t cart a blanket around all the time and needs to learn other coping

to ask her to retrieve it and was about to tell

where you disappeared to,” he says, looking at Azalea; he stops behind her, and she looks up at

whispers, burying his face in her neck. Azalea sighs, leaning

here,” she tells him, and he

to?” Kyson asks, looking up at

a blanket, but I think there is a microfiber one in the room across from your old quarters Azalea told him,

it’s fine. Gannon will buy one.” Abbie quickly says, and

I think Az is right,” Kyson says, pressing his lips to her

ask Matt to bring it over.” Kyson says,