Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Gannon POV

Liam and I went out the back. We made a detour for Liam to get his stash of vodka. As I sat out in the back gazebo out in the main courtyard, Liam cracked the bottle open, passing it to me after he took a swig. I didn’t know where to begin, I knew it wasn’t her fault, but there was only so much | could help with. Abbie wasn’t seeing it or was refusing to see and acknowledge it.

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I love Tyson, and I love Abbie, but what was the point of making him his own room if she never allowed him to sleep in it? She knows full well I would never force myself on her. All I want is to be able to sleep in my bed with her without being kickboxed by Tyson in his sleep.

“Just say it, brother. You don’t have to feel guilty for whatever it is. Not with me,” Liam tells me.

I let out a slow torturous breath, “I don’t know what else I can possibly do to help Abbie. We went and made her old room into Tyson’s new room. He loves it, but she won’t let him sleep in it. That can’t be healthy for him, her, and especially me. She says she knows I’m not Kade, and she knows I would never force myself on her, yet she continues to use Tyson as her own safety blanket. I am barely getting any sleep because of it.” I groaned, it was driving me mad. I felt like I was constantly walking on eggshells around her, trying not to step on one of her many triggers. It was becoming impossible.

“Maybe you should let her see a therapist, there is only so much you can do. Have you talked to Azalea? You know they are just as tight as we are with each other, if not more.” I shake my head.

The King had enough going with Azalea after losing their baby, Abbie is to be my mate. I had to figure out a way and not burden them with her. I hand Liam back the bottle, he accepts it taking a

sip.

“Gannon, I am about to say something you might not wanna hear. Abbie was abused by not one but three spineless pieces of shit. It has been one drama leading into another. She has never been normal. Everything that has happened to her since the loss of her parents has proven trusting anyone leads to more of the same.” Liam tells me, I knew what he said was true I was just frustrated

Fuck we all had issues, Liam was a prime example of that with his upbringing, mine with my own yet we still had good moments and my childhood wasn’t nearly as traumatic as hers.

“She knows you would never treat her that way, but she can’t turn it off. Look how long it took me to be better, well, better than I was. Shit, man, I’m still all types of fucked up after what my father used to make me do, it doesn’t go away you just learn to live with it. And half the time I still don’t,” he says, holding up the bottle and shaking it before passing it back to me.

Isip it thinking over his words. Yeah Liam was far from sane, yet he was also smart, smarter than most gave him credit for, the horrors he has lived with make me sick and only Clarice knows what he truly suffered with at the hands of his father.

I know what he has told me and maybe Dustin knows a little but he was a very guarded man that

lived with his own demons, demons I don’t even want in my own consciousness.

However, Liam was right. There was only so much I could do, “I will tell her that in order for her to get better, she has to talk to someone other than Azalea and me. It isn’t good for her or Tyson. I don’t want to lose her or my son.” If I could kill them all over again, I would make it all much longer and more painful. I was about to walk off when Liam tugged me back, taking his bottle out of my hand. “You do that, but this baby stays with me.” Gave me a wink before taking it to the head.

with Clarice at least. You know she used

hall, “Fuck! Abbie!” || bolted to our room hearing Tyson screaming. Going into the bathroom made my blood run old, Tyson was trying to shake Abbie. Blood was in the tub and running down

on the floor thankfully the lid

look at me. Let me help mommy. I need you to step back for me, bubba.” I tell him while also trying to keep a hand on Abbie so

a knife from my boot, fishing Abbie closer to me. Her head bobbing from side

swallows me “Come on, Abbie! Don’t do this to me.” My wrist tried to heal and I bit into it to keep it open before opening her mouth forcing more of my blood into her, when that still wasn’t working I gripped her under the arms and sank my teeth into her neck flooding her system with my venom. I couldn’t

return to her cheeks and lips and Tyson whimpered behind me just standing outside the bathroom door. “See Tyson. Momma’s

eyes bulged from her head and she began to stutter, “Wha…what did you do? Why did you try to stop me?” she says, glancing around frantically when I see her eyes go back to the razor she used resting on the

herself again, I had no other choice. So I grabbed her, I sank my teeth into her shoulder this time trying to flood and overwhelm her system with my venom. She fights me and I bite my wrists jamming it over her mouth while she screams

and forced her head under the bloody water. I pray I didn’t fuck up and the Lycan genes kicked in. Her hand’s claws raked my arms and she thrashed spilling water everywhere, kicking and screaming under the

hitting me, screaming for her, his nails scratching me down my arms and back as

back on my ass on the wet tiles and she jumped out of the water, sitting up and clutching the sides of the tub as Tyson reached

she stared at me for a second before climbing out of the

she was already gone and I heard the bedroom door slam

soothe him as he screamed for her. “Daddy wasn’t hurting her,” I tried to tell him yet I knew that was a lie. I grab Tyson, setting him on my hip and step out the doors to find Liam coming back to his room. The bottle in his hand drops and shatters on

“Gannon?”

me find Abbie,” I tell him and he takes off down one hall and I take the other. Yet after half an hour and no sign of her I went looking for Azalea hoping she was with her, yet when I reach her bedroom Trey tells me he hasn’t seen her. Trey looks at me horrified and grits

swallows glancing at her door before I feel him open up the mindlink, phasing me in so I

which moron is at my door?”

would be me, my King,” Trey said, though I could hear the amusement in his voice and the

move from foot to foot, if he refused I would break the King’s

to ask if the Queen would help him find Abbie,” Trey tells

The King retorts. I growl

important that she

king. He said he wouldn’t ask, but she

The

she would never leave him behind,” the king

the King tells him and he cuts the mind link. I look at Trey who waves me off because I was becoming antsy standing here doing

that..” He glances down at

Trey tells me and I rush off with