Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Read Mated To The King’s Ga*ma by Jessica Hall Chapter 90 – Abbie POV

The storm outside was brutal, and I had been waiting for Azalea to wake up. I needed to see for myself that she was okay after we finally got Tyson back. Once she woke, I could finally relax, but I also needed to go help, Clarice. The castle was in utter chaos with everything going on. “Though now I know you’re awake and okay, I might go down and help Clarice and check on Tandi, if you don’t mind?” I tell Azalea.

“No, of course! You didn’t have to wait with me,” she tells me. I raised an eyebrow at her as if that was the silliest thing I had ever said. Azalea winced as she tried to roll her eyes at me, causing me to laugh softly. I leaned over, pressing my lips ever so lightly to her head. I didn’t want to cause more pain than she was already experiencing. “More than my life,” Azalea whispers.

“Always more,” I replied before cradling Tyson and wandering toward the door, I passed Liam as I left her knowing Gannon was going down the dungeons to swap places with him while they tried to torture information out of Tanner the gardener.

I headed straight for the ballroom to find everyone rolling out mattresses and blankets. We lost entire wings from the storm. A tree had even fallen through our wing. The destruction it was causing was terrible.

Yet we were safe. That was all that mattered as I set Tyson down to help Clarice board up the windows. Tyson rushes off to play with Oliver, who was sitting with Peter.

Gannon’s POV

I pull the funnel out of his throat slowly, and Tanner chokes, gurgles, and sputters on the wolfsbane. His tongue sizzled in his mouth, his blood-drenched the floor, his hand trapped in the vice was almost completely split down the middle, and Kyson twisted it, hearing the last crunch as the vice-grip completely closed, splitting his hand in half.

His screams made me buzz with excitement, grabbing the old lead sprinkler. It was a Medi-evil torture device used to shower victims with molten lead. However, we improvised. Instead, I filled it with sulfuric acid. It was essentially a giant ladle with an iron handle. The sphere at the bottom is filled with acid. I began shaking the lead sprinkler, showering Tanner with acid.

“What have you got planned with the hunters? Where is Ester, Tanner?” The King asked him. I pull the lead sprinkler away, yet his flesh continues to be eaten away. Kyson then reaches for the baking soda to neutralize it. His screams turns to wailing as he runs out of breath from choking on wolfsbane and

top of his foot and his ankle, he yanked and twisted, turning his foot, so

they planning, Tanner? This will end when you tell me what I

his head off

still chokes on his own blood, and Kyson quickly

the blood out and smiles wickedly as he dazedly looks up at the ceiling. “Pain, such a fickle thing. You won’t break me, my King!” he sneers at the last part before he

how she screamed, yet no sound came out. That is when you know you broke them,” he taunts, and I look at Kyson, my heart racing

plopped right out at her feet.” Tanner laughs sadistically. The moment he said that, I knew exactly who he was talking

stuffed your nephew back in her. Like I knew she was unhinged, but she lost the plot. Completely lost it. Even made me sick. You should have seen the look on Claire’s

up as I drove that dagger through his chest. But her baby? She was dead the moment he fell

drain from Kyson’s face as his breathing got heavier, and fur sprouted across his arms as he tried to remain in control. I wanted nothing more

piece of sh**t deserved more than we would give him, but I had to keep Kyson’s head in the game. “He’s baiting you, Kyson! He wants you to kill him!” I snap, gripping his wrist as his fingers go to wrap around his throat. Kyson was on autopilot, not realizing his

when she caught Ester and me packing our deliveries to send to the council. She ran, she did.”

on his wrist tightens when I

she had to go a step too far by following us. B**ch ran straight to Claire. Just couldn’t mind her own damn business!

she confided in the council and asked to have a meeting with us the next morning. She had rung the council, and Crux gave us a little heads up. So we